In front of her was Qin Che's hand.
The place where the sword penetrated was his free hand.
While hurting her, he used his body to block all harm.
The sharp edge of the sword directly cut open his palm, leaving blood dripping, but Qin Che seemed not to feel the pain and just held the edge of the sword hard, fearing to hurt Han Fei at all.
Han Fei said in a daze: "Why..."
Where is the why
It's just because, in his subconscious, protecting Han Fei has become his habit, even if he is controlled, it will still be like this.
Han Fei's tears fell. She stood up and drew out her sword stuck on the ground.
And Qin Che, after using up his last consciousness, said: "Han Fei... kill me..."
He could hardly control himself.
The sound of flutes and horns resounding in his ears were constantly inciting the violent energy in his body. His body was out of control at all, and the power in his body kept emerging, but this powerful force was not his at all. The original power, so he couldn't control it.
Even just now, he almost killed the person he treasured in his heart.
Qin Che couldn't do anything, and couldn't do anything to hurt Han Fei in the slightest. With the others losing all their sanity in the end, he would rather die than himself.
Han Fei shook her head and took a few steps back.
"No, no, I can't..."
Her hand holding the hilt of the sword was shaking.
Kill Qin Che
She can't do it.
Just as Qin Che couldn't hurt her, she couldn't kill the person she loved most with her own hands.
But in front of Qin Che, his eyes were switching between black and red, and his hand holding the sword was still moving forward. It seemed that he had not given up on wanting to hurt Han Fei, so he held the other hand Jianfeng's hand was cut even deeper, and even Han Fei couldn't help but say: "Let go! Your hand will become useless!"
If he continues to cut like this, half of his palm will be broken off!
"kill me."
He still repeated this sentence.
Han Fei shouted: "You know I can't do it! I can't do it! I can't do it!"
"My child... still needs you..."
Qin Che said this almost weakly.
Han Fei was startled.
There seemed to be some kind of prayer in his ferocious face.
"He won't let you go...and the children..."
Han Fei was already in tears.
She understood what Qin Che meant.
It is precisely because of this understanding that it seems so sad at this moment.
"Kill me... protect the children... take good care of them... "
This was his last prayer.
But his hand could no longer hold him back. He let go, and the cold blade of the sword was stained with his blood.
He lowered his hand, blood dripping to the ground drop by drop, and the hand holding the sword also fell.
Han Fei slowly approached.
Qin Che showed a satisfied smile. He looked at Han Fei who was close at hand and said softly: "I'm sorry."
Han Fei raised his sword.
Qin Che closed his eyes.
He is quietly waiting for his death, which may be his best destiny.
The chaotic and complicated sounds in my ears slowly faded away.
At this moment, it seemed like there were only two of them left in the world.
Yes, Qin
Che couldn't wait for the pain. Just when he wanted to open his eyes in surprise, he found a shadow covering his eyes, and then his ears were covered.
He opened his eyes and saw Han Fei's enlarged face in front of him.
She covered his ears.
It's like blocking out those annoying sounds.
Han Fei looked at him with a smile, opened her mouth, and said silently: "I can't do it."
I can't kill you.
I can't swing a knife at you.
I can't hurt you one bit.
Just like you, the feeling of wanting to protect the other person is the same.
In my ears, I couldn't hear anything.
And she was the only one in his sight.
The restlessness in the body seemed to be slowly calming down.
He no longer struggled to suppress the riots in his body, and he seemed to be able to calm down again.
Han Fei had been watching his expression carefully. When she saw the clarity in his eyes becoming more and more clear, she finally smiled and covered his ears harder with her hands.
"Han Fei..."
"Let's survive together."
"you… "
"Xiaoxiao and Ansheng still need daddy. How do you want me to explain to them? We are indispensable, and no one can be missing."
She said these words sonorously and forcefully, reaching directly into the depths of Qin Che's soul.
More importantly, he didn't want to die, he also wanted to be by her side, and he also wanted to watch his children grow up with his own eyes. He didn't want to miss every moment of their time, and he didn't want to be separated from Han Fei from now on.
If he could live, he wanted to live more than anyone else. They still needed him, so how could he be willing to die.
If not being able to hear the sound can prevent him from being controlled by He Bi, then Han Fei has already thought of a solution.
She was so happy that she almost cried, but just then she tightly covered Qin Che's ears.
He Bi, who stopped playing the flute in the distance, showed a smile, and behind this smile, there was endless ridicule, as if he was mocking the stupidity of the couple's actions.
Afterwards, He Bi calmly played the flute again, which was accompanied by increasingly fierce horn sounds. With the cooperation of the two, the originally sluggish demons began to become stronger again.
Before Han Fei had time to react, she saw that Qin Che's eyes, which had gradually become clear, turned blood red again, even redder than before, and she could hardly see the tenderness she was familiar with.
When Han Fei didn't see it, Qin Che used his last strength to push Han Fei away.
Han Fei fell to the ground in embarrassment, and the palm of her hand was directly scratched by the sand and gravel on the ground. However, she didn't even bother to stand up. She saw Qin Che raising his sword high, and this time, she heard him clearly. Get that sentence.
"Han Fei, goodbye."
next moment.
Han Fei's pupils tightened.
He watched helplessly as Qin Che inserted the sword into his chest with his own hands.
Suddenly, blood spurted out.
"No!!! Qin Che!!!"
Han Fei's voice echoed in the empty valley, carrying a sense of silent despair.
Qin Che fell down, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a clang, splashing dust mixed with blood.
Han Fei climbed up desperately
Come, want to run over, want to plug his wound that spurts out blood.
But the more anxious she became, the more panicked she became. She couldn't even stand up. As soon as she got up, she felt severe pain in her ankle. It turned out that she had twisted her ankle in the fall and had unknowingly twisted it. She had exerted her strength, and Han Fei's face turned pale in pain, but she continued to get up regardless, fell down, got up, and fell down.
Finally, when she came to Qin Che in a state of embarrassment, his eyes were already half-closed.