Mo Qingshan suddenly laughed lowly, and then the laughter became louder and louder, but there was no joy in the laughter, only strong pain and regret.
"Liu Yin... Liu Yin... Liu Yin, why, why, you choose someone else instead of me? Why do you sacrifice yourself for these people who have nothing to do with us?"
"Why..." Mo Qingshan fell to his knees suddenly, and murmured in tears, "No, I shouldn't ask you why, I should ask myself. Why did I push you to such a desperate situation?"
Suddenly his body was split inch by inch, and then his bones were smashed into pieces.
A crystal clear heart of Rakshasa floats in the air.
There are more and more cracks on it.
Bang bang bang, it was beating up and down, as if it would burst at any moment.
The seventh-level ghoul stopped moving forward, greedily and cautiously looking at the heart of Rakshasa floating in the air.
What a majestic energy, if, if you can swallow it...
The seventh-level ghoul's expression became dazed because of greed, and when he realized it, his figure had already appeared in front of Rakshasa's heart, and he opened his mouth and bit it.
"Ah!!"
There was a shrill scream, and a flame burned from the mouth of the seventh-level ghoul.
But the seventh-level ghoul was reluctant to spit it out, and a ruthless look flashed in his eyes instead.
With a clicking sound, a small piece of Rakshasa's heart was bitten off by it and swallowed into its belly.
And when the seventh-level ghoul wanted to eat another bite, the sword light flickered coldly.
The girl who was lying on the ground had slowly stood up.
A gleam of fear flashed across the eyes of the seventh-level ghoul, resisting the burning pain in his body, quickly disappeared in place, and rushed towards the army of humans and demons.
But Muyan didn't go after the seventh-order ghoul, but looked at the heart of Rakshasa that was only half left but already full of cracks.
Mo Qingshan's illusory figure loomed beside the half-shattered Rakshasa Heart.
His face returned to normal, and there was no anger, ferocity or remorse in his ice-blue pupils.
His expression became extremely peaceful.
It was as if everything had finally been let go.
Mo Qingshan looked at Muyan for a while, and then said softly: "I admit that you are qualified to be Liuyin's disciple, and if you can die in your hands, even if you die under the ability of a Kagami musician, it can be regarded as... your wish has been fulfilled."
Muyan made a slight move towards the air.
Seven colorful swords galloped over, surrounding him, emitting this shining light.
It also sets off the girl's face like ice and snow, making her stunningly beautiful.
Mo Qingshan looked at Muyan, but his eyes seemed to see the far end through her.
"You're right. Ten thousand years ago, I did something wrong. It was my paranoia and mistrust that led Liuyin to a dead end. But I was too painful and regretful, so I forced myself to forget After all this, force yourself to believe that Liu Yin still lives in the main world."
When Mo Qingshan said these words, his expression was very calm.
But two lines of clear tears slipped down his eyes and dissipated in the air.
Muyan doesn't know why Mo Qingshan, who is already in a state of broken soul, is crying.
Just looking at the tears dissipating in the air, there was still a sense of sadness and depression in her heart.
Ten thousand years ago, Baili Liuyin, who wanted to save Yanwu Continent and Qihuang, wanted to atone for her husband's sins and choose death with what kind of mood
And Mo Qingshan, who watched the woman he loves die because of him, what kind of pain and regret did he go through to let himself tamper with this memory.