The figure who was slashing wildly with a sword in search stopped and stood there blankly as if petrified.
Nangong Yu knew that it was the aura of the seed that remained in his soul.
The seed that had been with him since he was born, the seed that seemed to resonate with his soul. The seed that he gave to Xi Yue as a token of love.
At this moment, a sound of breaking was heard, and the breath remaining in this world dissipated little by little until it disappeared without a trace.
The beating of the heart slowed down a little bit, and the blood seemed to be frozen.
His blood and Xi Yue's blood once mixed together. Xi Yue's blood in his body could suppress the onset of the cold poison and warm his cold body and mind.
But at this moment, he clearly felt that the warmth had disappeared.
His hope and happiness were completely destroyed in this silent and cold night.
Nangong Yu stood there in a daze, tears of blood flowing from his eyes and then slowly drying up.
The wind at the bottom of the cliff blew his hair, and his tattered wedding dress raised a dazzling red, as if mocking his happiness that was disappearing like a mirage in the mirror and water.
Suddenly, Nangong Yu stretched out his hand and bit his wrist, swallowing mouthfuls of blood flowing out of the wrist artery.
Cold, sweet, and sticky, it no longer has the familiar fragrance of flowers and warmth of sunshine.
"Xi'er...Xi'er..." A low voice, with broken cries, echoed in the valley again and again, so painful, so sad, so regretful and desperate.
It was he who failed to protect Xi Yue, it was his carelessness that gave Madam Nangong the opportunity to take advantage of, it was his incompetence that put Xi Yue in danger, and it was he who was too weak, so he watched the tragedy happen before his eyes but was powerless to do anything.
Suddenly, there were noisy voices and screams above the cliff.
"Brother, why are you here?"
"The soul lamps of Wushuang and Yuqing have both gone out. What happened? How could a few warriors from the lower realms force you to this point? Where is the origin of wood?"
"Brother, this is really beyond our expectations..."
The noisy sounds of identification, footsteps, searching, and the sound of flying towards the bottom of the cliff gradually entered Nangong Yu's ears.
The first person to rush to the bottom of the cliff was Lou Yunhai. He couldn't help but be surprised when he saw Nangong Yu standing in a pile of rocks and ruins.
The Nangong Yu in front of him was really scary, with countless black spiritual powers wrapped around his body. Although it was clearly a dark night, the black spiritual power was so thick and clear, like a huge vortex that was about to swallow Nangong Yu.
In the sky, countless dark clouds surged over, densely packed throughout the entire city of Yanjing.
Lou Yunhai raised his head in shock, and cold raindrops immediately fell from the sky and hit his face.
In an instant, heavy rain fell, hitting the rocks and trees, making crackling sounds.
Nangong Yu finally raised his head at this time and gave a faint smile to Lou Yunhai and the Lou family members who flew down to investigate.
The rain wet the man's clothes and hair, and the blood on his face and body was washed away by the rain, revealing his handsome and unparalleled face that looked down on the world.
When the man smiled, he was full of tenderness, his eyes sparkling, and full of affection, as if he was looking at his beloved wife somewhere.
However, seeing this scene, Lou Yunhai froze all over, and a sense of fear surged into his heart. (To be continued)