Three years ago, since the tragic destruction of the Luo family in Luohe County, after the Sheji Mountains and Rivers Map disappeared without a trace in a flash, the entire world, including the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong, thought that the Tiantu had already fallen into the hands of Yan Bailou, the Emperor of the Great Yan Empire.

Therefore, when Yan Bailou sent the pearl in his palm to Bodhi Academy to study and practice under Dean Zhuang, Yan Ningxue suddenly became the object of world attention.

Jiang Manlou and Jun Zeyu and other talents got together by chance.

Until something happened in the peach blossom forest.

The Great Yan Empire's Bailou God and the two Twelve Stars of the Eight Hundred Sects of Tiandong did not hesitate to open the academy, staged a scene of praying mantis catching cicadas and yellow finches, and also took Luo Changfeng away or even put him to death, the origin of this is that Jiang Manlou and others had never witnessed it with their own eyes, but after calming down and thinking about it for a while, they guessed the facts.

Luo Changfeng's identity is also about to come out!

Jiang Manlou already knew that he believed that the siblings who were holding him in front of Luo Changfeng in the peach blossom forest were also tacitly aware of each other at this moment.

Li Xingyun's helpless sigh sounded behind him.

Jiang Manlou looked at the night sky covered by heavy snow from afar, and was silent.

Where is the righteousness of the comrades placed?

He was also thinking about this long-searching question.

Whether it is for Jiang Manlou or the Yue brothers and others, this is a choice, and it is also a hesitation between position and affection.

But not everyone will hesitate.

Among the ten sons, at least the scholar Li Xingyun will not hesitate, and Xue'er will not hesitate.

Perhaps Xue'er will be shocked and unbelievable after learning the true identity of Brother Changfeng in the peach blossom forest.

At that time, she may be at a loss, and she doesn't know how to face the person who regards the Yan clan of the Great Yan Empire as a life-and-death enemy in the future, but she secretly can't extricate herself.

But now she doesn't think cranky, and she doesn't have time to think cranky.

She just wanted Brother Changfeng to wake up.

Even if Brother Changfeng has stepped into the ghost gate by the impermanence of ghosts, she has to make Brother Changfeng wake up.

Spare no effort to let Brother Changfeng wake up!

Whether it is fate or no part in the future, hostile or strange, facing or evading...... At the very least, it should always be time to let Brother Changfeng wake up.

Even if she accompanies the Buddha for the rest of her life, waits for a lifetime, escapes for a lifetime, thinks about it for a lifetime, and regrets it for a lifetime...... She just needs to know that those who wait, those who flee, those who think, and those who regret are still alive...... If there is no delusion for the rest of your life, you will know enough!

Even if she can't see the tomorrow she looks forward to!

......

In the quiet lonely room in the wind and snow in the Bodhi Garden, a lonely lamp is lit.

The lone lamp reflected a thin figure in front of the window.

In the deserted room where Ling'er was not there, only Xue'er was alone.

Cher sat in front of the window.

She was dressed in the student costume of the college, and the lonely lamp reflected her slender and graceful body on the ground.

She looked at herself in the bronze mirror, her beautiful cheeks a little pale.

Her slender little hand touched her slightly cool cheeks, tears flashed in her eyes, and she felt sorry for herself!

There is snow floating outside the window, and through the window, you can see the cold plum and snow shadows outside the window.

Cher took one last look at the cold plum snow shadow.

Her thin body trembled slightly.

She withdrew her gaze.

On the table in front of the window was a short, sharp silver dagger, and next to the dagger was an empty glazed jade bowl.

She thought of the person lying in the river of forgetfulness, and when she mentioned lovesickness, she couldn't stop it.

She smiled stupidly, a smile that was pitiful and hurtful.

She picked up the short, cold, sharp, dagger on the table.

She bit her red lip hard.

She held the dagger in her hand, and pressed the tip of the short blade against the crisp chest that rose and fell slightly with her breath.

She closed her eyes tightly in pain, tears sliding from the corners of her eyes.

Her little hand was slightly forced, and the sharp and cold dagger pierced into her heart, and bright red blood flowed out of the silver blade, staining her little hand.

Cher's body trembled.

Her eyebrows were furrowed, and she was in unspeakable pain. Bei Fang bit through her red lips, blood spilling from the corners of her lips.

She opened her pitiful eyes, and with her trembling hands, she picked up the empty glass jade bowl on the table, and gently placed it under the short-bladed dagger, and the blood in her heart dripped into the glass jade bowl little by little along the cold dagger blade.

Cher smiled again, an indescribable smile.

She seemed to see Brother Changfeng's sober face from the blood in her heart that dripped into the glass jade bowl.

So the little hand that held the dagger, stained with warm blood, trembled and exerted force again.

The dagger made a cut in the heart, and this knife stabbed deeply, and this knife stabbed the heart.

Cher passed out.

But her hand was still holding the glass jade bowl, and the blood in the bowl was not spilled.

......

It was a long night of wind and snow.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect went down the mountain alone in the snowy night and seriously injured Yan Bailou, and then entered the Tiandong on a snowy night to seal the eight hundred sects of Tiandong, and when he returned to the Bodhi Academy, this long snowy night was not yet bright.

So in the middle of the night, he crushed the thirty-five lotus flowers and boiled a bowl of soup by the medicine stove.

......

Unconsciously, an hour passed, and in front of the lonely lamp window in the Bodhi Garden, the sleeping figure woke up weakly.

Cher's face was as pale as paper, and Cher's eyes were dull.

But she still had a dagger in her right hand.

She was still holding the glass jade bowl in her left hand.

The blood of the heart has already dripped all over the jade bowl, and the clothes of the academy have long been soaked with the blood of the heart.

Her thin body was cold.

The blood in her heart was also cold.

She woke up from heartache and fainting, and after waking up, she took a heart-protecting pill prepared for her by Dean Zhuang, and then slashed her heart again.

She cut the whole heart in half!

She passed out again!

......

It was a long night of wind and snow.

It's almost longer than some people's lives.

Luo Changfeng lay quietly in the room.

There was a cyan smoke wafting in the room, which was a soul-renewing incense that Dean Zhuang had managed to get.

The Wuxiang Dao Sect finished boiling the medicine.

Huang Fuyi sat on the edge of Luo Changfeng's bed with a medicinal soup made of thirty-five lotus petals.

The tightly closed door was gently pushed open by Dean Zhuang, and behind Dean Zhuang, a thin and bloody figure walked over.

Xue'er held a warm glass jade bowl in her hands, and the jade bowl was covered.

In that bowl is not only her heart's blood, but also half of her heart in that bowl.

She held her heart in both hands, and she gave it to the unconscious man.

She had already given her heart to that person, when she first met, when she first embraced.

She collapsed.

She wanted the man to wake up, whether she could wake up or not......