I remember when I met Molan a year ago, Molan treated her as a stranger. At that time, she had a wish that if she could die in his arms in this life, she would have no regrets in her life.

She didn't expect that this idea would come true one day, and it came so quickly that when she learned that he was in love with her, they were going to part with each other's life and death.

I really want to cry... just because I can't bear to leave.

This sentence is Molan's last sentence when he heard Nan Wushuang.

Molan didn't know how brave he had to nod and promised her to become a dark elf. At the last moment when Nan Wushuang was dying, Molan slowly lowered her head and kissed her lips. A tear fell on her cheek, mixed with Nan Wushuang's tears, falling silently, dripping dust.

A kiss was very light, and when Molan felt the signs of life disappearing in her arms, he held her hand and trembled, "Shuang'er..."

The two words drift away with the wind.

Ye Xiyue stood beside her, her eyes unstoppable sadness. Huang Junye held her in her arms and whispered: "This is her own choice, she is happy."

Yes, only you know whether you are happy or not.

Wushuang exchanged her death for Molan's life, and she felt that nothing was happier than this.

For the sake of her beloved, she can give everything she can do, whether she is alive or dead. Perhaps that is the unforgettable love.

Just as Na Wushuang closed her eyes and lost her signs of life, the blood under her body suddenly shone with a red light, sublimating little by little, touching Molan, and absorbed by him at a level visible to the naked eye.

The dead Nan Wushuang's face became paler and paler until there was no trace of blood on the ground.

"Nan Wushuang..." Bo Yezimo said in a deep voice, very regretful.

"Her blood can awaken the bloodline of the dark elf in Molan's body." Huang Junye's tone was low, "Molan is a dark elf,

Whether the transformation is successful or not requires the blood of your beloved. Being fallen in with the dark elves is not a good thing. Falling in love with the dark elves is destined to be miserable."

Ye Xiyue's whole body was tense into a straight line.

"To put it bluntly, this is a bad fate. The dark elves should not be moved."

"I believe that in Wushuang's opinion, she didn't think so. She could accept such a result. Because she accepted it, she would rather die by herself than use the blood of her body to transform him successfully."

While Molan absorbed Nan Wushuang's blood, an unknown wind surging around him, black and gradually turned silver. His deep eyes became darker, and he slowly let go of Nan Wushuang's hand and walked towards the Black Water Lake step by step.

Ye Xiyue wanted to speak but stopped. What did Mo Lan want to do?

"He is in the transformation stage, don't bother him."

"He will transform successfully, right?" Wushuang was dead. He had absorbed the blood from Wushuang's body. Coupled with his current heartache, he could easily transform successfully.

Otherwise, Wushuang would die in vain. Molan didn't want Wushuang to die in vain, so he made up his mind to make himself transform successfully.

The key to success is actually to depend on one's will. His transformation has failed repeatedly in the past because he did not want to become a dark elves at all. In his heart, he resisted the dark elves. His mind was not firm enough, so his transformation naturally failed.

But now it is different. Wushuang's death is so exciting that he must become a dark elf. This is Wushuang's last wish before his death... Even if Molan doesn't want to, he will force himself to accept the dark elf.
Chapter completed!