The young man whimpered and roared, his throat so dry that he couldn't make a sound, as if the base of his tongue and throat were stuck together, and lines of blood and tears dripped from his eyes.
He suddenly thought of something and his eyes suddenly lit up:
"Or you wait for me, and I'll kill myself right away! You wait for me here, just for a moment, just for a moment, and I'll come to you soon, and we'll go to hell together—"
She smiled even more and shook her head.
"The world doesn't need me, but the world needs me, the demon tribe needs you, and the prehistoric world needs you. Don't talk about death easily. I'll trade my death for your way of life. How can you give up at will?"
"But you are no longer here," the young man trembled all over, and the sorrow in his eyes became more and more desolate, "What is the difference between me and death?"
She gently stretched out her hand, and the illusory light spot touched his cheek. He actually couldn't feel any touch, but he still allowed her to touch it obediently, and even rubbed it obediently.
Tong Su said: "The way of heaven is gone, but the prehistoric era is not safe yet: Luo Hu is not a good person. He has always been a deceiver. All conversations with him are transactions. Sooner or later, the price he helped will be recovered. Go away." By stopping him, your responsibility has not been completed yet.”
She suddenly pulled her hand away, and Xi stretched out her hand to grab him in panic, but she was able to touch him across the transparent isolation wall, but he was completely isolated by the wall and could not get past it at all.
Instead, he was pushed by her, and he quickly backed up uncontrollably. His feet drew long water marks on the water, and he moved away from her figure at a very fast speed!
He screamed in pain: "A Tong! Tong!!"
Tong Su looked back, her smile still bright, and her body gradually turned into weathered sand, melting little by little as the wind merged into the water of Wangchuan.
"Then let me be selfish for once: no matter how painful it is, please remember my words and live forever. Maybe we will see each other again one day in the future, so please live well..."
"Also, your black fire is also very beautiful - red, gold, black, as long as it is you, it is the most beautiful."
Her smiling voice finally echoed between heaven and earth, with a slight tremor at the end, like a dream:
"I love you and I have no regrets."
I don’t know where the love started, but it goes deeper and deeper.
The living can die, and the dead can live.
To be alive but not to die, to be dead but not to be resurrected, is not the result of love.
"...Prince Xi?"
Xi opened her eyes suddenly.
That golden, rose, and purple world has gone far away from him. He is still in the chaotic void, with black hellfire burning all over his body.
Hou Tu called out cautiously. He looked up and saw the Six Saints, Di Jun, Tai Yi, Xi He and Hou Tu, the only remaining ancestor of the Wu clan, all looking at him worriedly from a distance.
The black golden crow fire with strong death aura was burning faintly, making it difficult for even Di Jun and Tai Yi to get close.
This is no longer the Golden Crow Fire of the Sun Star.
He resurrected from the dead, returned in the setting sun, crossed the sea of the underworld, walked through the River of Forgetfulness, followed demons, and killed people. He is the unique Sunset Golden Crow and the conqueror of the underworld.
Di Jun said: "Son, how are you?"
Xi looked at the black fire in her hand, and tears suddenly fell from her eyes.
"I'm fine, don't worry," his voice was hoarse, and he forced a smile, "I'm really fine, I won't die, don't worry."
I won't die because she won't let me.
but…
This heart has long since withered into ashes.
What's the difference between dying and dying