Nan Wushuang looked at Molan deeply, with a little nostalgic in his eyes, "Molan, I want you to become a dark elf.?"

Molan looked at her thoughtfully.

Ye Xiyue stood aside and suddenly understood something.

"As soon as the sky is dawn, all the people of the elves will disappear. I don't care about them. I only care about you. You have the blood of the elves on you. After dawn, you will be scattered. It's not death or scattered."

Molan opened her lips and hugged her, tightening a little.

"The wizard said that as long as your sweetheart dies, you can transform into a dark elf without any worries..."

"So you committed suicide?" Molan's voice was low and hoarse. Nan Wushuang's blood-stained hand stroked his face, and the blood fell on his face, looking shocking. "Molan, I don't want you to lose your soul, really don't want to." She didn't know how much she loved Molan, she only knew that she would rather die than see him die.

"Molan, give up on me and be the first time I met you, you can transform yourself with the ruthlessness of your heart and the ruthlessness of your heart."

Molan shook her head.

Nan Wushuang somehow burst into tears, "Molan, I tried my best to make you fall in love with me before, but finally I realized that we were not suitable for you."

God destined them to be together and separate from life and death.

Since it is either him or she dies, she would rather choose to die by herself.

"I suddenly realized that the most painful thing in the world is that when the person I love fell in love with me, he had to endure the separation of life and death." Na Moshuang said in a melancholy tone.

Molan is a dark elves. After dawn, both the dark elves and the light elves will disappear, and the elves ancestors are also doomed.

She didn't want Molan to die. The wizard said that only the dark elves worshipped the Black Water Lake can restore the source of spiritual energy. She knew that he had feelings in his heart, could not give up her, and could not be ruthless, so he could not completely transform.

Then why not die by yourself, cut off his thoughts, force him to become a dark elf, force him to survive...

"I am willing to leave this world with you." Molan's eyes were obscure.

"But I don't want to. If I die like this, maybe there will be a next life, but you are different. Once you disappear, you will never be here. Molan, can I promise you a next life? Can you wait for me for the rest of my life?"

"Okay, but I want this life even more."

But everything is in vain.

Molan held her hand tightly, as if he could not do anything other than such movements.

He could feel Nan Wushuang's life disappearing...

"I'm sorry, I've hurt you."

If we hadn't met seven years ago, Na Wushuang was still the general of the Southern Empire.

If there was no reunion seven years later, she would still be the iron-blooded Rayley heroine.

"No." Nan Wushuang's eyes slid from tears and shook his head, "You didn't harm me. It's my business that I like you, it has nothing to do with you. Don't say that. As long as you can live, even if I reincarnate, we have the opportunity to be together. Molan, for me, you must live, okay? You are an elf. As long as you can live, you can have longevity. When I reincarnate, and then come to this world, I will wait for you to come and find me... until you appear."

Nan Wushuang looked at him in a daze, "This life is enough to die in your arms."

I remember when I met Molan a year ago,
Chapter completed!