Yun Rong slowly opened her lazy and heavy eyes. She glanced at him who was impaled by a spear on the snow-covered sword monument. The beauty in his beautiful features was much darker than usual.
She shook her head slowly and looked at the devil in front of her who had a rare good skin in the world. Her water-cut eyes were pure and bright, without any resentment.
"Doing good is like climbing up, doing evil is like falling down, Aluo...it's still too late to turn back now."
"Is there still time?" A'luo's voice was lingering, like a broken paper kite: "All living beings have betrayed me, and God will not save me, so what qualifications do you have to persuade me to turn back?"
She raised her pale and weak-looking hands. The blood on her palms and fingertips could be washed away, but the countless souls who died on these hands would not rest in peace.
"I've killed countless people and killed countless gods, so you want to completely cut off my own escape path and persuade me to do good?"
A'rao chuckled twice, raised his hand and pinched Yun Rong's chin, his eyes flashed coldly, and his voice suddenly turned cold and cold: "Do you dare to say that your fourth sword has a clear conscience and is clean in this life?!"
Yun Rong was stunned, seeing the hatred that could not be hidden in her eyes, he couldn't help but frown, and suddenly noticed that her current situation was a little subtle and strange.
She asked if she had a clear conscience...
Then when did she think that she had done something worthy of her?
Yun Rong couldn't figure this out for the time being. He was about to speak, but Arao turned his head away with a look of disgust and said coldly:
"Those who are willing will be tired, and those who are not willful will not matter. Since you can die here calmly today, it is not because there is someone you care about in this desperate place of death, but because the word responsibility has bound you.
You don't seek anything, don't dwell on the past, don't worry about the present, and don't worry about the future, so you never know what it feels like to never lose the one you love."
"Even if I kill him in front of you, you will not shed a tear for him."
"This is the power of Jian Xin's transparency, so you will think that turning back is a very simple thing. But Yun Rong, let me tell you, if a glass of water is spilled on the ground and it touches the ground, there is no way to come back clean.
"
She slowly stood up and looked at her condescendingly: "You will regret it for the pride you left behind today."
Yun Rong was silent for a long time. She did not refute A'rao's words. After a long time, she quietly said: "We share weal and woe, and we travel together as companions."
Her eyes were so clear that she was serious: "Me and him."
Not a responsibility, but...
me and him.
A'luo's eyes narrowed dangerously little by little, like a python lurking in the forest, full of murderous intent!
As her fingertips dripping with blood moved slightly.
The next moment, her entire palm burst into blood and penetrated deeply into Yun Rong's body. Blood spattered everywhere. Her palms were brought together like a peerless sharp blade, and it passed through Yun Rong's chest so easily.
She bent her body slightly, put her enchanting lips stained with a few drops of blood against Yun Rong's ear, and whispered a death whisper: "Then I will let him watch you die."
Yun Rong lowered her eyes, blood could not help but flow out of her lips. Her clear, water-cut pupils were instantly covered with a layer of death. As Arao ruthlessly withdrew her palm, she tilted her body and fell on the ground.
In a pool of blood.
When she was about to die, she did not look at the personal sword lying quietly in the cold snow, but looked at him again from a distance, and then slowly closed her eyes.
A'luo wiped the blood on his hands and said with a sneer: "She is dead, Master behaved so calmly, I thought you would lose your temper and yell to educate me? Sure enough, this person who is like an immortal,
A fairy-like couple, life, separation and death are as light as water, making people feel desolate after looking at them."
The sky is frosty, the ground is white, the wind is cold, and the snowflakes thousands of miles away are as big as hands.
He looked up at the gray sky with all the stars extinguished, closed his eyes calmly and said, "You are very noisy, can you please let me be quiet for a while."
A'luo didn't see the hysteria he expected, so he couldn't help but feel a little bored, so he sneered and deliberately left him alone on the mountain, letting him watch Yun Rong's life passing before his eyes but could do nothing.
At the end of the war, there will always be a victorious side who wants to taste the fruits.
She led a group of demons to the Sin Sword Pond in the Tianxi Sword.
Overnight, countless Heavenly Seal Spiritual Swords that had lasted for tens of millions of years were destroyed, and the evil spirits and monsters that had been suppressed under the sword reappeared in the world, and they all bowed to her alone.
After sorting out the battlefield several times, she came to the ancestral hall where the tablets of past sect masters were enshrined. The spiritual tablet of Baili Yu, the father of his master, was in one of the columns.
Bailiyu's death was purely accidental, but at that time, everyone in the Tianxi Sword Sect thought it was because of her, so this ancestral hall was a taboo place for her alone.
Back then, she had no intention of paying homage to the ancestors of human swordsmanship, but due to her youth and ignorance, she was tricked by some jealous disciples in the sect who ostracized her, and was lured into this place. She was discovered by the sect's punishment elder.
The elder was so angry that he tied her to a fairy stone platform and beat her with a cane for three days.
Master knew about this, but he just let it go and sat idly by.
Now, she has revisited her old place. The place that was once forbidden to one person was completely burned by her.
Not to mention that majestic elder dared to come forward to punish.
She wanted to set a fire, and those righteous people who once despised her, now in order to surrender, even took off their clothes to make a torch, and came forward to offer it to her with great courtesy.
She originally wanted to push the chair belonging to the sword master above the main hall.
But when her palm touched the chair, she hesitated inexplicably, and then gave up.
After driving away the demonic people who were kneeling respectfully in a row, she curled up on the chair alone, looking at the candles lit by some young disciple of the Tianxi Sword Sect in the main hall.
That's how I started to stay.
Returning to the old place, a great revenge was avenged.
But why is this body still empty and cold?
Carrying this empty feeling of coldness, she gradually fell asleep on that chair.
She didn't know how long she slept. When she opened her eyes and woke up, the long candle in the hall had already burned to the end, and the hall was completely dark.
There was only a little glow of fireflies, and it was unknown which mountain top they were flying up from. They released that weak and incomprehensible light in the darkness, illuminating the desolation and desolation in her dark eyes.
All the disciples of the Tianxi Sword Sect have long since died, but the fireflies in the mountains have not gone extinct.
For some reason, the hole in Ah Rao's heart seemed to be filled a little bit by this firefly.
She thought about it.
He had suffered enough tonight. It was snowing and cold outside, so Yun Rong must have become a cold corpse.
He must have hated her so much right now, just like the despair she felt when she learned the truth about her mother's death in the Demon Suppressing Tower.
She was very much looking forward to seeing what kind of interesting expression the master who was nailed to the sword tablet would have at this moment.
I took a jar of my favorite Fuyu Bai from the wine cellar.
When she turned back to the mountain gate, she saw a scene in front of her. The jar of good wine that had been brewed for hundreds of years fell to the ground and shattered in her hand. The clear wine was fragrant with snow, and was as intoxicating as blood.
Her eyesight turned black, and she was spinning as if she had lost all her strength.
The blood-stained sword monument and the magic spear are still firmly inserted there, but the person on the monument has long since disappeared.
The red-gold gun body was stained with bright red blood. The blood had already frozen into crystals in the cold wind, and was stained with wisps of snowflakes. There was no place to express the coldness.
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