This picture hurt Ji Yongchuan's eyes, he shivered and stretched out his fingers, put them under her nose, and breathed... so shallow that there was almost no more.
She was dying.
The idea was stronger than ever.
The black resentment in Ji Yongchuan's eyes was covered with red, and his hatred for her because of his love and hatred began to dissipate.
"Weiwei, wait for me."
He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain of grief.
Then he turned, a firm determination flashing in his eyes.
Bai Weiwei's wound was contaminated with ghost energy, and there was almost no way to prevent her from dying.
And after her death, because of the bondage of his resentment, she could only linger in this graveyard forever, unable to be reincarnated.
He was crazy, and let the girl he loves be reduced to an earthbound spirit.
When the moon reached the mid-heaven, Ji Yongchuan began to change.
The black robe began to turn red, the silver armor was added to the body, the black hair stood up with a silver crown, and the dark eyes were like deep pools, all of which were Ling Lie's firmness.
He bent down, reached out and touched her quiet face after closing her eyes.
Ji Yongchuan watched for a long time before slowly lowering his head and dropping a kiss.
[Ding, the male protagonist's favorability rating is 85.]
The moonlight became more intense, and the color of the miserable green turned red.
Ji Yongchuan raised his eyes, his eyes were full of redness.
He left her and stood beside the coffin with a long sword in his hand.
The ghosts in the cemetery were all trembling on the ground, not daring to raise their heads.
Ji Yongchuan suddenly whispered an ancient ghost incantation, which is a language only used by ghost kings.
The language of sacrifice.
Three days later, he should have sacrificed Bai Weiwei to succeed the ghost king.
And today he read it in advance.
The sacrifice becomes him.
The ghost king's heart took out and offered sacrifices, bribed the underworld, and prevented the ghost messenger from taking her life.
Ji Yongchuan's red robe was raised, and his handsome face was expressionless.
His voice gradually grew louder, and his ghostly aura grew wildly.
The cemetery was shrouded in a dark ghost, so all the ghosts were sucked up by this ghost and became part of the sacrifice.
Ji Yongchuan finished reciting the spell, and finally the words became clear.
"My heart is sacrificed, and ghosts will not invade."
"I want her to be healthy, free from disasters and diseases, and have good luck."
I still remember the first time I saw her, she was lying in the coffin, looking at him sweetly with a pair of innocent and clear eyes.
And he is full of ghosts.
I don't know when, everything about her fell into the ghost's heart.
She could have lived in the sun, the best person.
It was his obsession that pulled her into hell.
"Weiwei, I'm not worthy of you."
Ji Yongchuan showed a bleak smile, the sword in his hand suddenly stabbed backhand, and the sword penetrated his heart.
The heart that should be deadly still agitated violently.
I want to break free from my mortal fate.
The sword light was fierce, splitting its struggle and pulling it out of the chest.
Heartbroken even more.
Ji Yongchuan opened his mouth, blood poured out of his mouth, he spat out several mouthfuls of blood, and said in a hoarse voice, "It turns out that this is the feeling of a heartbeat, it hurts."
I heard that loving someone makes your heart beat faster.
He had never felt this way.
I feel it now, it hurts.
On the tip of the sword, the red heart is stuck on it.
Ji Yongchuan was covered in blood, and he recited a series of ghost words for sacrifice.
The moon began to turn, and the red light rushed towards the coffin frantically.
The ghosts from all walks of life did not dare to raise their heads or approach.
No one dared to arrest Bai Weiwei's soul.
His heart slowly dissipated, turned into grit, fell into the air, and disappeared in an instant.