Bai Nianling's hands and ten fingers were clasped tightly on Zhan Ling's. Although Zhan Ling could no longer respond to her, she still cried on Zhan Ling's body until her voice was hoarse, and she still refused to let go.
Zimeng woke up from the emotion and wanted to pull Bai Nianling up. It was enough. If he continued like this, he was afraid that Bai Nianling's body would not be able to bear it. But when he approached the coffin, he found that there was a wound on Zhan Ling's chest. This should be a hundred years ago. What was left, and it was this blow that caused his death, but the wound was a bit strange, even through the clothes with Zi Meng's ability, he could still see the difference in the wound.
Glancing at Bai Nianling who was still in distress, his heart sank slightly: "Did he... died of a flower Gu technique?"
Bai Nianling also tilted his head slightly when he heard the words, his face was full of tears, and his nose and eyes were red. Under the moonlight, each of her teardrops was frozen into crystal by the fog and frost, shining like pearls.
She looked at Zhan Ling's so familiar face, her heart ached again, and tears fell silently: "Yes, it's the flower Gu technique. It was me... I killed him with my own hands."
In fact, Zi Meng probably already guessed it when he asked, although he didn't quite understand what kind of event happened that year. But it is by no means an easy task to make Bai Nian Ling break like this. With a slight sigh in his heart, he stepped forward to pull Bai Nianling: "The dead are gone, and those who come can be chased. Xiao Nian, get up, it won't be easy for him to watch you in the sky."
Bai Nianling didn't want to live or die because he couldn't bear Zhan Ling, that's disrespect for the deceased. She was pulled up by Zi Meng, and she was shaking several times, Zi Meng hurried forward to hug her: "Are you okay?"
Bai Nianling stroked his forehead and shook his head, then gently pushed Zi Meng away. Her eyes have never left Zhan Ling since she opened the coffin. She clutched her chest in unbearable heartache, and tears flowed down: "I misunderstood him, and I caused our tragedy. It was me! He used He died to prove his innocence to me, Zimeng, do you know? There is nothing more painful than this in this world. I killed the person I love the most with my own hands."
Zimeng knew she couldn't let it go, yes, no one would let this matter go. He also understood that Bai Nianling must be recalling the situation when Zhan Ling died over and over again at this time. He patted her on the back and comforted her: "But I believe he didn't blame you. Must be happy. Right! Because at the last moment of your life, you didn't have any misunderstandings about each other!"
Bai Nianling shook his head: "But I can't pass my level, and I will never pass. So can you understand? Can you know my mood when I face Huanyu? The kind of feeling that I want to be with him but is afraid What it's like to be with him... "
Zimeng nodded: "I understand, I understand everything!" He looked up at the night, "It's getting late, we can't let Zhan Ling be exposed to the moonlight like this all the time. It's more important to get down to business."
Only then did Bai Nianling think about the purpose of coming here. She nodded indiscriminately and turned around to look at the tightly sealed big knife lying in the coffin with Zhan Ling. Panlong tangled roots. Hanging from the tassel is a firebird-shaped accessory.
The moonlight reflected on the knife body, revealing an ancient and vicissitudes feeling. Bai Nianling gathered his thoughts, picked up the magic peanut in his hand and slowly sucked the knife towards him. The knife slowly came out of the coffin, and then he held it tightly in Bai Nianling's hand. Although it had been buried in the soil for a hundred years, the knife was But there is no trace of embroidery, which is a miracle.
Holding the knife in front of his eyes, Bai Nianling's eyebrows moved slightly. Seeing Zhan Ling lying alone in the coffin, she secretly said in her heart: "Ling, don't worry. I will definitely follow you after I finish the business here, and I will never let you lie here alone."
"It's really a perfect knife, it won't be embroidered for a hundred years. It's so rare! I don't know how he got such good iron to make such a good knife." Zi Meng looked at the knife in Bai Nianling's hand and sighed.
Bai Nianling didn't answer him, she quietly looked at Zhan Ling in the coffin—
"Xiao Nian, I didn't betray the Baili family or you, I love you, it's true!"
The last words Zhan Ling said when he was lying in her arms played back in her mind just like yesterday. She turned her head abruptly and closed her eyes: "Close the coffin!"
...
Back at the Matriarch Palace, Zi Meng carefully placed the knife on the knife holder, and looked back at the worried Bai Nianling: "You give it to him, or do I do it?"
"I don't know how to face him, you should go." Bai Nianling closed his eyes tiredly, and when he opened them again, his eyes were still looking at the knife. The light projection shone between her and the knife, and the knife went away. In spite of the chill when it was taken out of the cemetery, it was as gentle as the sun and reflected the light of the light.
She was stunned for a moment, and murmured: "You also know my pain."
Zimeng knew that her injuries were too deep, and it would be extremely difficult for this nightmare to come out. Maybe it will be like this for a lifetime. He sighed and diverted the topic elsewhere: "Why did our operation go so smoothly tonight? I always thought that we injured Chiyo Nonghua and offended the Momen before, even if we didn't offend the Momen, we should have offended the Chiyo family. Now, no matter whether it is the Qiandai Family or the Demon Sect, it should be said that they all miss you very much, why is there no movement anywhere?"
Bai Nianling was dumbfounded and didn't answer. Zimeng still said: "Besides, the Nanrong family should not sit back and watch you fall to us. I thought that one or two families would be caught by tonight's action. It's so quiet, which makes me a little worried."
Bai Nianling took a deep breath: "The Momen knows my identity, so I won't act rashly. Qiandai Nonghua is one of the four envoys of the Momen. Do you think the Qiandai Family has nothing to do with the Momen? The Momen didn't move Of course, the Qiandai family will not move. As for the Nanrong family... I don't know what they are planning, maybe they are suspicious of my identity, after all, Qiandai Nonghua said too much to Huanyu that night gone."
She sighed, raised her head and smiled faintly at Zimeng. Although the smile was a little desolate, she still smiled: "I'm fine, thank you. You can go back and rest after a night of tiredness."
In fact, there is no need for Zimeng to ask her these questions, because what Zimeng she said just now has been thought of, and Zimeng will undoubtedly bring up the topic in order to draw her attention to Zhan Ling, so that she will not do this Always immersed in sadness. She felt Zimeng's concern, so she wanted to let those who cared about her know that she was fine and that nothing would happen.
Bai Nianling had already figured out what Bai Nianling said about Zimeng when he arrived at the cemetery and found no one following him or provoking him. After all, he was the head of the Matriarch Palace, and these things could not trouble him, so now he heard When Bai Nianling comforted himself instead, he felt relieved, and said with a smile: "Okay, but... I have a kind request, since you asked me to hand over the knife to Guardian Chen, can you let me keep it for you?" knife!"
"See things and think about people, take them with you." Bai Nianling leaned against the table tiredly, raised his hand to signal Zi Meng to take him away, and Zi Meng left with the knife just as he intended.
It was past three o'clock at night when Zimeng came out of Bai Nianling's room with the knife, and it was even deeper. The Mausoleum Palace was as silent as water. But just as he left Bai Nianling's room, Xuan Ruo leaned out half of his body beside Bai Nianling's room—