The moonlight flows, like water passing away without returning,
Our love has withered before it even began...
Qianhua was pushed away by Mo Yunye, and she was still able to stagger up from the ground, because it was her body that was injured, not her heart. However, when she saw Xiaolong piercing Nan Liyue's body with the dragon sword, Qianhua If you fall down again and can never get up again, your heart will wither like a flower.
At that moment, Nan Liyue was pierced through the heart. What she felt was not pain, but the coldness and coldness of gradually sinking into the bottomless abyss and never reincarnating. Fainting hit her several times, but she struggled several times and refused to Close your eyes, fearing that you won't be able to see Luo Qianhua getting up on her own, and that the strength she had just ignited will disappear because of her fall...
Xiaolong lay on the ground and returned to his human form, but he was already scarred and dying. Although he could become a dragon in seven steps, he could not control his power. He was penetrated by the heavenly father's fairy spirit and pierced the devil's wolf body. After several layers, The backlash of spiritual power left her badly damaged, but like Nan Liyue, she opened her eyes, which were bloody and only black and white, and tried hard to tilt her head towards Qianhua, wanting to see her stand up and come over with her own eyes...
Because the Heavenly Father tried his best to control Xiaolong, he had almost exhausted all his fairy spirit. He is now lingering, relying only on Mo Yunye to carry his breath. He seems to be on the verge of death, but there is a smile in his sinister eyes. The Demon Lord is so seriously injured, thinking about it, he will eventually die. There is no way to save the day...
Qianhua's eyes were hazy with tears, and she saw Nan Liyue's pair of deep black eyes shining brightly. They were completely different from the demon spirits that were gradually drifting away in the wind. They were full of energy and expectation, and were clearly waiting for her with the last bit of strength. , thinking of this, Qianhua gritted her teeth, biting through her trembling lips, letting the sweet blood stimulate her heart that almost wanted to escape, then clenched her fists, stood up with a bow, and staggered to Nan Liyue step by step. around…
Xiaolong's heart felt slightly calm, and he closed his tired eyes in a deep voice. He only lived to this point in his life, and he didn't know what he was. In his next life, he became a hero on the battlefield and a master in love, plotting love and playing tricks. It makes me happy, just because in the last glance of this life, I saw the beautiful brilliance of true love suddenly blooming and suddenly withering... (For the future generations of Xiaolong, please refer to Xian You's time travel "Your Majesty, please calm down").
"Ah Li..." Qianhua half-knelt beside Nan Liyue, leaned over and hugged him tightly. The bright red blood and tears that could no longer be restrained in her bright pupils poured out like a spring, blending into the azure blue and intertwined on the jade-muscular Saixue's cheeks. The Qionghua blossomed in despair, pleading hoarsely and plaintively, "Can you please don't die?"
In the midst of grief, there was gritted hatred and regret: I hated Mo Yunye for being ruthless, I hated Heavenly Father for being cruel, I regretted that I was stupid, I should not have made my own decision to come to heaven, I should not have encouraged Xiaolong to assassinate Tianjun, and I should not have encountered Mo Yunye. After abandoning him, he fell in love with Nan Liyue, giving him a chance to love, but the ending was speechless and out of control, which made him in such a miserable state now, but he didn't know... can he survive it
Qianhua lowered her head and lowered her eyes, hoping that Nan Liyue's pair of deep eyes could still see her. However, his thick black eyelashes closed tiredly. No longer able to take one last look at herself, he escaped into the endless darkness, alone. Leave yourself struggling on the edge of agony.
The willow catkins are flying like snow in June, and they are floating in the air, blurring the sobs of the sheng and xiao in the distance. The sobs are like an elegy, but they cannot restore the love that has withered before spring.
The wolf's eyes are closed and his heartbeat stops, but the memory is flipping wildly in the past: anger, anger, crying and laughter are all lingering marks on the heart. Under the moon, in the iron cage, the hedgehog and the wolf share a silver platter. The huge moon, its moonlight like water, flows on the jade steps in the gentle night, imbuing the charming man with his back leaning against the sycamore tree and his smile as bright as a flower. His slender fingertips lightly touched the tip of the hedgehog's nose, which annoyed her and made her frown coldly. But he accidentally revealed the slightest trace of attachment, like three thousand black hairs, entangled with love and obsession...
But now, everything is suddenly and at a loss!
Qianhua felt that her ignorant hedgehog's heart was suddenly enlightened, but it was torn into petal pieces and withered in the wind, as if being pierced by the Seven-Star Dragon Abyss. She looked up at the sky, and her tears still couldn't stop pouring like rain...
I am here, and you are there,
I come, you come too,
But if you are not here, where am I
If you go, I will go!
With a hoarse roar, Qianhua vaguely saw the brilliance of the sun, the clarity of the water spirit, the enchantment of the flower soul, the entanglement of gods and demons... Then, in an instant, the body and the dead heart faded into fragmented petals, the soul dissipated, and the body crack…
Since you died because of me and I am left alone in this world, what love do you have? Better to go back... Better to go back...
The spring blossoms, the autumn green, the dusk rain, the bright moon don't laugh at me, my passion, love, it's hard to express it in a word, my wolf eyes fly away like a stream of light, I look back and recall my dreams thousands of miles away, at the end of the world, I have you by my side!
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At that time, Mo Yunye was about to save the Heavenly Father who was hanging on the edge of physical and spiritual destruction. He raised his eyes and saw Luo Qianhua destroying her soul and annihilating herself. Then he got up and flew close to her. He picked up the most familiar strand in her scattered soul. Flower soul!
A petal is as weak as a candle in the wind, held in the palm of the hand and protected carefully, but it is too late to save Luo Qianhua's life that has disappeared, and the unparalleled beauty of the moon has been dispersed, and her soul and flesh are like crystal clear water spray. Floating along with the catkins, I don’t know where to end the world...
Nan Liyue is dead, and Luo Qianhua is also dead... Mo Yunye holds the flower soul in his hands, standing there in shock. He got what he always wanted, but his emotions have long been numb. He has no sadness or joy, and he looks at the sky...
A shining golden tube collapsed and rushed into the sky as the spiritual power of thousands of flowers collapsed. A sharp sound broke the dead silence, and brilliant fireworks suddenly bloomed, colorful, but unable to add color to this vast land...
Worrying like Han Ge, he has been anxious and manic because of the constant beating of his eyelids since early in the morning. He has been waiting for the ghost world until now. When he received the message for help, he immediately summoned the three generals and 80,000 ghost soldiers, threatening to attack the heaven!
"Brother! Don't get involved in the dispute between the gods and demons easily unless absolutely necessary!" Han Ying urged.
Hange persisted: "We have reached the point of no choice, Ying'er, this is Huahua's request for help. I can't ignore death, she is my Huahua!"
After saying that, she personally led the ghost world troops to rush into the sky. Little did she know that it was not Qianhua's request for help. Qianhua never thought about harming the ghost world from the beginning to the end. It was just that when she died, she forgot what she was carrying, and the golden tube was destroyed by her. The power of the soul was shaken away, and the signal was accidentally sent.
So when Hange rushed up to the sky, he saw only a few strands of the torn remnants of thousands of flowers swaying in the wind, and a string of blue and bloody hyacinths on the ground!
Cang Yan arrived almost at the same time as Hange. After seeing the Demon Lord with no sign of survival, all his snow-white fur burned into blood-like red! (To be continued)