Chapter 2520 Farewell Poem

An Jiuxiao followed Wu Meng to the wooden bridge, but there was no reaction at first.

But when they walked towards the center of the lake, the originally calm waters rippled.

An Jiuxiao subconsciously wanted to look down, but remembered what Wu Meng said just now.

Since meeting this man, he has given him an inexplicable sense of reliability, which makes people unconsciously want to trust him.

So An Jiuxiao held back and did not bow his head, but he inevitably saw some light flashing from the corner of his eyes.

In the lake, An Jiuxiao no longer looks like the young man with swordsmanship, but a tall scholar.

Although he was a scholar, he was not weak, with a straight backbone, and he walked on the country road with his calligraphy on his back.

It started raining in the sky, but he seemed to have not noticed it, just walking alone in the rain.

But the countryside where he lives is not a stable and quiet ancient countryside.

The fields passed by were already deserted, and the rice fields planted withered. If you look closely, you will find that there are many corpses falling in the weed-growing wheat fields.

Blood flows into the dry fields, and the flesh and blood rots into the dead grass.

If there is another heavy snowfall, the land here will become more fertile in the coming year.

Unfortunately, there was no smoke from cooking in the village not far away, but thick black smoke rolled up, and the smell of corpses was everywhere.

Even if the land is more fertile next year, no one will cultivate it anymore.

The scholar walked around the corpse everywhere and saw a child who died barefoot. He walked over, took off his shoes and put them on the child's feet.

He walked barefoot on the dirt stained with blood, heading towards a mountain not far away.

There was no expression in his eyes.

And at this moment, a red figure appeared behind him: "Scholar, can you not go?"

This time the scholar hesitated, paused his steps, but did not answer, nor looked back, and continued to walk forward.

His steps became more rapid and his head was a little stiff, as if he was afraid that he would never be able to leave again.

"Mr.

The voice sounded again: "You said you will marry me today."

The red figure approached him one more step closer: "Look, I'm wearing a wedding dress today. Look back and look at me, okay?"

The scholar's pace was slower, but he still had no intention of stopping.

"What can you do if you go?" The woman's voice cried: "You are just a scholar. Do you really think you can enter the Tao with books?"

"Don't be stupid... Even if you really get the truth, you can't change anything."

"The gods worshipped in this divine realm have fallen, and this is no longer a paradise for the human race!"

"The heaven and earth are furious. Sooner or later, this place will become a ruin, and sooner or later, the people here will die. So what can you do if you go?"

"A human race, do you really think you can kill the gods!"

The woman's voice became more and more excited, but her tone became more and more collapsed.

Because she found that the scholar's footsteps would slow and pause because of her appearance...but she would never look back.

Then the lake was twisted, and then there was an endless sea of ​​fire.

The scholar fell to the ground, his body was covered in bruises, and he no longer had the strength to stand up, only holding a golden hairpin in his hand.

The last light in his eyes was beating slightly, and a voice vaguely came to his mind: "Scholar, this is a drop of my heart's blood. Do you know that there is a magic trick in my clan. As long as you hold the token that contains the essence and blood in my heart, you can still think of me, and we can meet again..."

"Scholar, are you willing to meet me again and again for generations?"

At this time, the scholar was holding the golden hairpin and holding it tightly, even if it had penetrated deep into the flesh, as if he was afraid that it would be lost.

A pair of beautiful barefoots appeared beside him at some point.

When I saw the beautiful golden bells on the feet and ankles, the light in the scholar's eyes suddenly shone a little.

He wanted to struggle to look up at the person in front of him, but he no longer had the strength.

"Follower, how do you reincarnate when you die at the hands of the gods?"

The woman's voice was no longer the flowers blooming in spring, but more like the blood that had covered the end of the world, cold and sad.

"The divine realm is about to collapse, and you will die here... You will have no next life. Your soul will be trapped here for a long time and will never be able to reincarnate again."

"When the immortal power of the Divine Ruins is exhausted, your soul... will also dissipate..."

The scholar seemed to realize something. He felt his body being lifted up and wrapped in a strong demonic aura: "Let's go, scholar, I'll take you out."

The scholar's body floated up, and then he saw the woman's stunning face.

Around it is a sea of ​​fire, heavy snow, and death...

But the woman was standing in a red robe, with a beautiful flower crown on her head.

Tonight was supposed to be their wedding night.

He wanted to speak and tell her: "Tonight, you are really beautiful."

But when he opened his mouth, he couldn't say a word.

Three red fox tails spread out behind the woman, blocking all the sky fire behind her.

A very small gap was cracked in the sky, and the scholar could only pass by alone.

The woman looked up at him with tears on her face: "My husband, we...got goodbye forever."

It was not until this time that the scholar suddenly saw that a woman was actually holding a golden hairpin in her hand.

In the hairpin, the essence and blood of the demon fox clan emitted a faint light.

The scholar, who had already lost his strength, suddenly widened his eyes, and used all his strength to start struggling, allowing the wounds on his body to start to collapse constantly, without caring about it.

"No, don't..."

However, no one could hear him. He was getting closer and closer to the crack and getting farther and farther away from the woman.

"Han Si...Han Si!"

The scholar used his last strength to shout out the woman's name, but in the end... the woman just looked at him with tears on her face, then turned around and walked towards the sea of ​​fire.

"Scholar, goodbye."

"don't want!"

The scholar's figure disappeared into the crack, and since he left the continent, the crack closed.

The whole world fell into chaos, and the sky fire and Cang Xue fell together, earthquakes, tsunamis... All things are gone!

Until the two of them walked to the altar in the center, An Jiuxiao had never looked down at this sad and sad story.

Wu Meng kept looking at him from the reflection in the water, and found that he had not bowed his head. The expression on his face could not be said to be disappointed or glad.

But where he couldn't see it, An Jiuxiao's fingers were shaking slightly.
Chapter completed!