Endure the imprisonment that does not belong to her.
Bai Weiwei looked indifferent and hurt people, looking at the dark sky, in the east, there was a faint light.
Dawn has come.
She felt that Yu Moqian was injured to such a degree that his soul must be unstable.
But when Yu Moqian reacts back, her skill is probably not enough.
Should he be locked or tied, or will he continue.
Bai Weiwei just finished her appearance and went downstairs again along the iron ladder.
But Yu Moqian's gentle voice came from behind, "Weiwei, I will give you happiness."
Bai Weiwei: "?"
She didn't respond for a while, Yu Moqian had appeared behind her, his slender body was close to her.
Bai Weiwei's body stiffened and she quickly turned around.
But seeing Yu Moqian looking down at her, he was a little cautious and reached out to touch her face.
As if afraid of her rejection, her movements were unbelievably slow.
The light in his eyes was extremely blood red, a few strands of water mist condensed, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.
Then he said in a low voice: "In the future, I won't bother you anymore."
After speaking, he smiled. This smile was like the light of the sky, and even the redness in his eyes slowly faded.
The black eyes reappeared in his eyes.
Under his tousled black hair, his face was incredibly pale.
Doubt flashed in Bai Weiwei's eyes, but she heard the system shout, "The soul is unstable enough to be disconnected."
She was distracted, but it was too late to stop Yu Moqian.
Yu Moqian's fingers came to the back of her neck, as if nostalgic, but did not dare to get too close.
He grabbed her hair, making gentle movements.
Full of loving affection.
In his other hand, there was already a peach wood sword with red tassels, bright red flowing like blood.
"Life after life, I don't bother you, I love you."
The peach wood sword penetrated his chest, he pulled it out again, the tip of the sword was full of blood and splashed on Bai Weiwei's face.
The connection of the soul is completely broken.
The system is not broken.
The flames in its hands were too late to burn.
Yu Mo accommodated himself by committing suicide to completely disconnect his soul.
Peach wood shattered his soul, he shattered his own soul.
It is impossible to tie Bai Weiwei's soul.
Bai Weiwei looked at him blankly, as if she didn't know what was going on.
She shook her voice and said, "Yu Moqian?"
Yu Moqian was covered in blood, and the peach wood sword fell to the ground. He reached out and touched her face with both hands, wiping the blood on her face with his fingertips.
Unable to wipe clean, he bowed his head and kissed it.
His breath was bloody.
A strong breath of death blows.
His voice was hoarse and weak, like a child's aggrieved. For fear that she would not believe it, he could only constantly emphasize: "I... I won't bother you in the future, I love and love you very much."
When she first appeared in his hundred years of dark and lonely life.
At that time, he may have already started to fall in love with her.
He wants her to be happy.
I want her to live in the sun forever and be happy.
He was haunted by malice and persistent.
In order to get her by any means, he is no longer worthy of appearing in her life.
She was right.
He can't give her happiness, how can he pester her.
Yu Moqian's vision began to darken, his body slowly slid down, and his fingers slipped weakly from her face.
The morning light appeared in the sky.
The sun appeared behind Bai Weiwei, and the halo warmed her face.
And she was full of tears.
Yu Moqian seemed to want to reach out and wipe her tears.
But he couldn't lift it up anymore.