"This sword... is my mother's." After Jielan tremblingly said this, she pulled the light blade out of Qingzhan's abdomen, and then she cried out in pain, as if she had lost all of her reason, and took the light blade again. Stabbed towards Qingzhan's right leg.
15 Sinner
The dull sound of the light blade piercing into the flesh was like Qingzhan's silent cry, hit hard on Jie Lan's heart, Qing Zhan's whole body was difficult to support, only the meager strength was left standing proudly, and Jie Lan slowly said : "And this sword... is Youyun's..."
After she finished speaking, she drew the light blade from Qingzhan's thigh again, and then yelled again in grief, the light blade slid across the front of Qingzhan and pierced into the right shoulder of Qingzhan, the blood seemed to be broken. The beads flowed down like a patter, and Qing Zhan could no longer stand, and fell into Jie Lan's embrace.
The blood spread across Jie Lan's body like a torrent, and the temperature of the hot blood burned Jie Lan's heart hot. Her tears fell down, in the hair of Qing Zhan, in the bright red blood, and fell on her. On the back of her hand clinging to the light blade, she trembled and whispered in a low voice: "This sword...is for the villagers..."
After saying this, she moved a step back, and suddenly Qianzhan lost support, and fell to the ground with a'plop', falling into a pool of blood under the afterglow of the setting sun. The Qingzhan in the pool of blood slowly raised his head, exhausted his last strength, and showed a gratified smile. Because of the three swords in his body, it was already difficult for him to speak, but he still squeezed a word from his throat. ,"I appreciate your love…"
Hearing that Qingzhan who died under her hands actually said such a sentence at the end, Jie Lan's heart was really fragile, and she burst into tears, crying like a helpless child, crying like a helpless child. Dingli cried so much that she had forgotten her bitter cry, until Qing Zhan lost consciousness at all, she left tragically, leaving this sad place, with her already dead heart, leaving!
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As the night grew darker, Jie Lan walked in the jungle alone, like a kite with a broken line, walking in the jungle without a sense of purpose and direction. The moment her light blade pierced Qing Zhan's body, Jie Lan followed him and died. She didn't know what to do next, and she didn't know where to go? Qing Zhan died under his sword, and You Yun also died, so he didn't have the meaning of going to the royal city. Could it be that he returned to the village? Bring Shuying back to the place where she was born and raised her, but as soon as she returned there, Jie Lan would think of the tragedy that happened in the village, the cruel fighting, and the affection she could not give up to him.
Why is this the case, why is God making such a big joke with her, why everything has changed.
Jie Lan only felt that her whole body was so soft, as if all her strength had been exhausted at the moment when she stabbed Qingzhan, and now only her body was still wandering in the jungle, she felt dizzy and her eyes were getting more and more. The more blurred, the weaker one's feet finally fell to the ground and fainted.