Xiao Ninglan wanted to get closer to her, but found that with every step he took, the Resurrection Flower was burned more severely, and his heart fell into hell in pain. He looked at her from a distance, reached out to cover his heart, and finally burst out with a beast sound
"Yu'er..."
Yan Xiaoyu couldn't help but convulse in pain. Tears fell from her clear eyes. The tears were as red as blood. Everywhere she looked was the red color of the Resurrection Flower. The scarlet tears splashed on the Resurrection Flower that was scorched by the internal force.
, the scene is shocking.
Wei Jinhan was not moved by this sensational scene. He just looked at the two of them coldly and reminded Xiao Ninglan, who was struggling in pain, "Your souls have been marked that we will never meet again. If you come closer again,
If she takes one step, her soul will be wiped out!"
Yan Xiaoyu heard his words in a hazy state, and she burst into tears. It turned out that this was his trump card, never to meet again. He wanted them to never meet again.
Xiao Ninglan calmed down. Seeing Yan Xiaoyu's painful look, he stopped stepping forward and took a few steps back. He looked at Wei Jinhan with his hands on his chest, his pale face and the corners of his lips stained with blood, "We only have half a year."
Why don’t you even give us half a year?”
Wei Jin looked at him coldly, without any emotion in his eyes, "Do you think that you are the most miserable like this? I tell you, no, you have sworn on your and Yan Xiaoyu's future.
, now, it’s time to take the oath..."
He stretched out his hand, and there was already a long sword in his palm. When the graceful sword was swiping towards Yan Xiaoyu, Xiao Ninglan stepped forward again and wanted to save her, but her heart was broken and her lungs were broken again, and her screams filled the sky.
Xiao Ninglan's steps stopped there, with a look of deep helplessness and pain on her handsome face. Yan Xiaoyu raised her eyes and looked at him. Although her eyes could no longer see anything, she still looked in his direction with a firm voice.
And sad.
"Ning Lan, don't worry about me. It's already like this between us. Whoever leaves first will have his soul waiting for the other one. Ning Lan, go back and don't look at me like this again. It doesn't look good, it really doesn't look good...
..." Yan Xiaoyu cried like a child, but she could feel the blood of her tears.
Xiao Ninglan looked at Yan Xiaoyu with blood covering her face, her eyes already flashing with tears. He listened to her words and shed tears silently.
Yes, if we can't even be together for the last half year, what's the point of her living or his living?
Their relationship is already like this. No matter who dies or lives, they will be waiting for the other one on Peach Blossom Island.
He lowered his head, tears falling on the red resurrection flower. He thought of the past, old friends, and the carefree Yan Xiaoyu in the Prince's Mansion.
The tears surged even more fiercely. He saw Yan Xiaoyu, who was smiling brightly, bouncing and showing her middle finger to him. He saw Yan Xiaoyu in red clothes making faces at him. He also saw the white handkerchief on that night.
The top is pure and simple.
If he hadn't been so obsessed with her chastity in the beginning, would their love have been less bumpy?
If he saw her kindness from the beginning and left the court with her, would their love not be so hard?
if……
if……
He thought of their daughter, Yun Duo...
He thought of their son, Yun Xiao...
He thought of too many people, so many smiling faces, and so much of the past. When he looked up, everything had become a blur.
He turned around with tears streaming down his face and walked towards their cabin. Behind him was the sound of Wei Jinhan raising his sword and piercing Yan Xiaoyu's body. Yan Xiaoyu didn't scream anymore. She just looked at Xiao Ninglan with tears in her eyes.
The far away direction.
He understood, and so did she, they couldn't force it, everything was fate, it was fate...
The cold sword penetrated her heart, and the wind whimpered in her ears. She chuckled, dying is actually easier than living, and living is the most painful.
Baiyun is the witness, I, Yan Xiaoyu, have been here in this life and arrived in an alien time and space called Xiliang...
As a result of the gentle breeze, I, Yan Xiaoyu, have fallen in love with a person in my life, his name is Xiao Ninglan...
Ning Lan, do you still remember our vows? I'll leave first, and I'll wait for you on Peach Blossom Island.
Ning Lan, I'm leaving, you have to be good, half a year, just half a year, half a year later, we will still be husband and wife in the ghost world.
Wei Jinhan looked at Xiao Ninglan's back, a cold light suddenly appeared in his eyes. He withdrew the blood-stained sword in his hand and said coldly, "Xiao Ninglan, you can't save the one you love. You watch her die behind you. You are so useless."
What are you doing still alive? Why haven't you died for your love? Why are you still living humble and shameless?"
Xiao Ninglan paused in her steps, her handsome face was filled with tears, but the corners of her thin lips evoked a charming smile, "Because we have made an appointment, life and death, we will meet on Peach Blossom Island, and then we will be reincarnated together in the next life."
, we are still a couple!”
He no longer paid attention to Wei Jinhan, and stepped forward. There was a heavy sound behind him. Wei Jinhan's long sword had already cut off the rope on Yan Xiaoyu's body, and her body was held in his hands, as if throwing goods.
Descended into the vast abyss.
Xiao Ninglan walked resolutely, without the usual cruelty in his brows. He looked at the white clouds in the distance, with a desolate smile in his eyes.
Xiaoyu, do you like me like this?
Xiaoyu, can I be worthy of you who is so flawless?
Xiaoyu, you have only been waiting for me for half a year. Half a year later, we will still be husband and wife in the ghost world.
The leaves of the cypress trees were blown down by the wind, and the whimpering sound was like singing and crying.
The large piece of resurrection flower withered in an instant. Wei Jinhan looked at the blood in his hand and felt confused for a moment. Did he take revenge? Or, he did what God should do.
The flowers withered, revealing the withered yellow leaves. He didn't know whether these flowers would bloom again next year. In fact, he liked these flowers very much. They reminded him of a little happiness in his childhood.
He raised his head slightly. The wind carried the smell of blood. He closed his eyes and thought of Aya, the motionless woman facing his sword.
That woman died under his sword without any explanation or even a trace of guilt. To this day, he still doesn't understand that mysterious woman.
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PS: Dear friends, the end is not far away. The last round of torture is over and that’s the end. The gold medals in everyone’s hands are thrown over. The ending of this article is not good!