87 inner voice
"Sister, that's all for you. I hope you can think about it." The folded smoke fox blinked at the green jade case, turned into a ball of snow smoke, and disappeared.
Just leave the Qingyu case alone, and you can calm down.
Sacrifice...?
If you say that the refusal just now is that you don't want to be bullied and manipulated by your brother. Now, it's time to make a real choice.
If it were him... if it was him... what would he do?
He is the head of the sixth son, Mr. Zhu Shui. Order the world and take it as your responsibility to protect the world.
This is his ideal, his career. If it were him, he would do anything... completely destroy the Dead Mountain!
No need to do anything.
The Qingyu case stood on the edge of the cliff, and the bleak wind blew through her green skirt, highlighting her symmetrical and slender **. If the sacrifice is inevitable, if death is near, then her only hope is to imagine him in her mind again.
Because of this last meeting, I'm afraid we can't see each other. When I see it, I will be reluctant, can't bear it, and I can't let go anymore.
If only I can save your world, I would like to let go of your hand first.
Close your eyes in the Qingyu case. The slender and delicate eyelashes droop like a sigh, as elegant as the end of a world.
loosened the clenched hand, and the cyan spiritual light flashed in the palm of his hand, and the spiritual power came back at the right time.
She slowly opened her arms and walked in the ruthless wind, hoping in her heart that the wind was blowing from his direction.
The aura between the hands shook like fireworks, and the cyan light bloomed around with the green jade case as the center. The tide surged, and in an instant, it became a cyan ocean.
The Qingyu case touched his ear. Touching the light green coolness on the earlobe, he took it off and held it in the palm of his hand. His eyes were pitiful and lingering.
The earrings he sent. The Qingyu case put her close to her cheek, and her heart was warm.
For so long, it has been his gentle words in his ear, and it is the warmth that melts in her heart.
Now it's time to say goodbye, let it turn into a needle in your hand and break up this unsolved fate...
The Qingyu case threw the earrings high. Tears flew through the blue earrings, like stars and lines. Her own posture rotates gently in the direction of the cyan waves...
On the Dead Mountain surrounded by the blue tide, it seemed that there were countless green jade cases dancing together for a while. The waves are as elegant and magnificent as skirts, flying into the most beautiful arc. The blue light leads to tears, as familiar as writing, and as careful as fine brushwork. Tianyu is silk, and he has embroidered the appearance of a person on it.
The Qingyu case raised her face and saw his eyes like the sea reflecting her. And in her eyes, he is her sky.
She looked at him, her eyes were entangled, and she couldn't cry in pain.
Her eyes were full of starlight. The corners of his lips gently hooked: "Goodbye."
At this moment, the sky and the sea are silent. Except for the blue light and hot tears, it fell into the sea silently.
It's the moment we separated.
"Bang--" The huge waves rolled. The cyan sea wet the hair and dress of the green jade case, and she still looked at the sky stubbornly, although she knew that the whirlpool under her feet had pulled her farther and farther away from the sky.
The thin body of the Qingyu case was almost torn to pieces by the wind and waves. Her body has obviously been sucked, but she can't be completely dragged into the ground to complete the final suture seal.
Is it... the demons of the Dead Mountain are resisting?
She didn't expect in advance that the demon had such a terrible ability to resist, and she didn't even hesitate to gamble on the spiritual power she had accumulated...
The ghost roar shook the eardrums of the Qingyu case. The disgusting magic came like mountains and seas, turning into ferocious ghosts floating and tearing on the magic sea. She has no extra power to suppress demons. If it goes on like this, not only will it not be sealed, but also she will be torn to pieces by demons.
How could this happen...
"Boom..." The effect of the suture array is only half, and the undead mountain has begun to collapse. But this alone is useless, and even counterproductive - untie the physical seal and let the demon escape completely!
The land at the foot of the Qingyu case is constantly collapsing, and the limestone is falling, which has completely become a bottomless huge pit!
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What's going on?
"Wo--" Liu Yunjian tore Wu Lingchun's sleeve open a long crack. The earth shook, and the distant spirit almost couldn't stand still. The bloody windmill seemed to be shocked by the huge force under the ground, and a large area withered.
Is there an earthquake?
It was the Qingyu case that began to sacrifice the soul... Wu Lingchun's sleeves shook and shook off the sword of the distant spirit. Although he can block the tip of Yaoling's sword with only his sleeves, he has been sure that Yaoling is not his opponent. He has been sure that Xia Gulin will still hold still. He knows that the Qingyu case is dead--
I don't know why I still can't be happy.
The family revenge has been avenged. But it's not as refreshing as I imagined. On the contrary, it is inexplicably empty, unspeakable... sad.
Is it because the cherished person is sad for his sword?
First, Fengchuan, and this time, it's Yaoling. Maybe, and the eldest brother.
In order to avenge his deceased relatives, he hurt the closest person at present.
Is this kind of exchange worth it...
Wulingchun was numb and had to dodge. The bright tip of the sword could not touch his body, but his heart had already been deeply stung by the awe-inspiring hatred.
What are you going to do after revenge? Fengchuan will not forgive him, and Yaoling will not let him go, big brother, and will not treat him as before.
He will return to his former lonely life.
Everything went back to the night when it was just taken home. He sat alone in the deep and huge courtyard, empty, and could no longer find the laughter of the past.
Will that kind of life be better than living under the same roof with your enemies?
Wu Lingchun grabbed the tip of the distant sword. He watched the blood stained with five fingers and flowed down the tip of the sword.
"Yao Ling, kill me."
It's better to die together. You can't let go of hatred, you can't continue to live because of hatred, and you can't live because of love. Well, only death.
There is only death left.
He grabbed the tip of the sword and slowly reached his heart.
"Yao Ling, kill me. I'm sorry, I... can't protect you like before."
Wulingchun's gentle smile is like the spring breeze gently stroking the distant face. This smile suddenly pulled her murderous heart back to the past.
Since I met him, he has always had such a smile on his face.
Smile and help the distant spirit who loves to make trouble solve all the troubles.
smiled and comforted the distant spirit who rushed into his arms and cried bitterly.
He smiled and forgave the reckless spirit, and gently encouraged her to be stronger.
Yaoling is used to being protected and tolerant by such a warm smile. She never knew that behind such a warm smile, there was the humiliation and pain that he had suppressed for more than ten years.
He has sacrificed all his youth for revenge.
Yao Ling can't let him give hope and life for revenge.
"Don't be protected by Brother Chun. If it weren't for Brother Chun, I wouldn't have had a chance to meet everyone at all, Fengchuan, big brother, selfish, Mr. Nange, brother Qingdu... I like you the most. I believe that Brother Chun, like Yaoyao, likes to be with everyone the most... You must be reluctant to sacrifice Sister Qingyu, and you can't bear to be sad, right..."
So, this time, no one has to sacrifice, and no one has to apologize for the sacrifice of others.
If you have to sacrifice...
I'll do it.
Yao Ling suddenly pulled out the sword held down by Wu Lingchun. Blood splashed on her face. The hilt of the sword turned upside down, and the blade of the sword had stabbed her in the heart!
"Far spirit!"
Everything happened too quickly. Xia Gulin's stagnant feet have just taken a step, but he can only watch the sword plunge into the heart of the distant spirit like Wu Lingchun!
It's too late.
Wu Lingchun opened his mouth wide and couldn't speak. Yao Ling bit her lips fiercely and endured the severe pain, but her heart did not shed a drop of blood... It was just that the light jumped on the front of the sword like a firefly, gathering more and more.
Is this!
Wu Lingchun and Xia Gulin came to their senses at the same time and rushed to stop Yao Ling like crazy. The light spot of the jumping tip of the sword instantly condensed into a hurricane wave, completely wrapping the distant spirit.
"Xiaochun, don't touch it!" Xia Gulin decisively pulled out the west wind sword, and the roaring west wind rubbed around the blade wind wall of the distant spirit, but he was afraid that he would stab it with all his strength to hurt the distant spirit.
"Brother, what the hell is going on?"
The huge wind made Wu Lingchun almost unable to open his eyes. The whole world was blurred in the storm, and the earth shook. Is this the power of the soul stimulated by the remote spirit to stimulate the "Heart Soul Festival"? The power of her soul destruction is really far above the Qingyu case!
Xia Gulin held his sword and said no. He knew very well that the two soul hunting forces of the Yaoling and Qingyu case woke up at the same time, which was bound to cause devastating damage to the Dead Mountain. However, after the destruction, they returned to their whole bodies and died together. It is still unknown.
Although Yaoling's power is powerful now, she can't control it at all when she uses it for the first time. You must grab the blade wind wall to devour the remote spirit at the moment to cut off the connection point and rescue the remote spirit, otherwise...
Xia Gulin's eyes lit up. Now only his west wind can compete with the power of the blade wind.
So... everything has not reached an irreparable situation.
"Xiaochun, give it to me here." Xia Gulin's voice was blurred in the wind and waves, and the green wind dragon wrapped around the blade wind wall, like a fierce beast fighting fiercely. "You, go and save Qing'er!"
Go to save...Qing'er...
Wu Lingchun couldn't believe his ears.
How dare Xia Gulin make such an arrangement? Even if he can't get rid of it, it is impossible to entrust Qinger's life to someone who originally wanted to kill her!
He stepped back a few steps and put down the windshield arm in front of him. The wind was ruthless, as if he was going to overturn his whole body.
"Xiaochun, listen to me, now, only you can save Qing'er."
Wu Lingchun saw the mountains behind Xia Gulin falling down. The rocks are turned upside down, and the blade wind cracks the ground, as if the whole world is destroying...
"I believe you." Xia Gulin took a deep look at Wu Lingchun and held the hilt of the west wind at the same time.
Wulingchun didn't come to his senses at all.
The rocks under his feet had begun to loosen, but he did not move away. The blood-red windmill fragments danced in front of his eyes like flames torn by the wind, dazzling, hot and confused.
It turns out that this is the reason why no matter how he provoked Xia Gulin just now, he didn't say a step forward.
He believes in him.
Xia Gulin believed in Wu Lingchun - from the beginning, he didn't really want to kill the Qingyu case. Or, you can't kill it if you want to.
Even if the hatred is deep, people can only live because of the warmth in their hearts. The Qingyu case is one of the inextricable warmth. He doesn't want to admit it but can't deny it. The unbearable tie was doomed as early as when he called her sister-in-law with a bad smile, drinking together under the moon and tasting tea in the rain.
She is not an enemy. She is Wu Lingchun's only and last relative in the world.
Xia Gulin knows more than anyone how eager Wu Lingchun is for friends and family affection. He knew that he cherished the people around him more than his life.
Naturally, it is more than anything else.