I am doomed to be in the dark, and you are the coldest, whitest and gentlest light I have ever seen, so how can I be willing to use the blood on my hands to pollute your spotless white dress.
I stubbornly wanted to keep you by my side before.
Moths to the flame.
It is because of love, but also because of the fear of the endless darkness.
But ah.
I am a devil wandering in the world, and you are a star that I cannot pollute.
What's more, his life span is limited.
Among the descendants of the Qishan lineage, no one has ever lived beyond the age of thirty.
Since it was destined not to grow old together, why did he force her to stay by his side.
Qi Chen took the sword from Fu Yue's hand, with a pale smile full of tenderness, he said: "These people really deserve to die, but you shouldn't kill them, they will dirty your hands."
…
The last man fell.
His eyes were wide open, obviously he couldn't rest in peace.
However, no one cared about him.
The sword in Qi Chen's hand also fell to the ground, and his slender fingers were hanging by his side. He glanced sideways at Fu Yue beside him, and spoke again.
"Girl, let's go."
"In this life, I will never appear in front of you again, and you can get rid of me forever."
Fu Yue pursed her red lips slightly.
She took a deep look at Qi Chen, and finally turned and left.
The red wedding dress swept a beautiful arc in the air.
Qi Chen kept staring at Fu Yue's back, his eyes unblinking, as if he wanted to engrave her in the wedding dress in his heart, and never forget, he will die with all the memories about her, no matter what those memories are Good or bad, true or false.
The man in red opened his slender and beautiful lips.
He spit out a few words silently.
Bye now.
…
night.
A round of bright moon hangs in the dark night sky, hovering high above the head, and the moonlight falls on the vast land.
Fu Yue sat on the roof of a family.
She began to stare at the moon with her chin in a daze again, with a jug of wine in her hand.
My mind is empty and I don't know what to think.
She has completed all the missions in this world by mistake.
Xu Shiwen, Meng Piaopiao, and Luo Xi, the three chief culprits who harmed her, either died by her hand, or died because of her, which can be regarded as revenge for the original body.
As for Gu Youning's wish to let Qi Chen experience what it's like to be useless in martial arts, she also fulfilled it by mistake.
Qi Chen took the initiative to dispel his peerless martial arts, and even... tasted the feeling of heartbreaking pain.
Although the task was completed, Fu Yue was always depressed.
As a formal system for part-time chatting, System 677 is launched.
[Host, why are you unhappy?]
Fu Yue: "I'm very happy."
System 677: [...then you have a laugh.]
Fu Yue: "Haha."
System 677: [...]
Pretty speechless.
[Host, are you reluctant to part with Qi Chen? If you can't bear him, you can go to him, isn't it tiring to carry on like this?]
Fu Yue angrily reprimanded System 677: "It's a bunch of nonsense!"
System 677: [… hum.]
He is offline.
After two full nights of insomnia.
With a smelly face and air-conditioning all over, Fu Yue appeared in the Devil's Cult, to be precise, in Qi Chen's bedroom.
She pushed open the door of Qi Chen's bedroom, crossed her arms, and walked by the moonlight.
Qi Chen who just finished bathing: "..."
Even his hair was still wet, and he was only wearing a thin jacket. When he looked closely, he could even see the beautiful and clear lines of his abdominal muscles, and his whole body exuded a freshness like water mist.
"Yu, You Ning?"
Qi Chen was surprised, and surprise flashed across his eyes uncontrollably.
Fu Yue walked over slowly and said bluntly: "I need a lover."
Qi Chen: "...?"
Fu Yue continued: "You are quite suitable."