Long Yijian also had a surprised expression on his face. But there was no one left to stop the falling slash. Everything went on as slowly as if it were slow motion, and the long sword slashed from Fang Wuxian's shoulder all the way to his chest, and then stopped.

Ye Qiu desperately stretched out his hands to Fang Wu, who was lying down backwards. She fell silently into her arms.

After Fang Wuxian looked at him, a smile appeared on his face. And then—she closed her eyes.

Time suddenly stopped.

Suddenly, a picture instantly rushed into Ye Qiu's mind.

Sunset. Grassland. Breeze. The weather was a bit chilly.

The two sat side by side on the hill and watched the golden red of the setting sun melt into the deep blue lake.

The sound of swaying leaves and the cry of tired birds returning to their nests can be heard.

She quietly held her hand. Rest your head on your shoulder.

The clouds in the sky began to flow. One or two stars began to twinkle.

The two of them watched the world little by little dyed with another color, without getting bored.

Soon after, she said to herself:

Ye Qiu was a little sleepy. Can I sleep on your lap for a while?"

Ye Qiu replied while smiling:

"Well, of course. You go to sleep—"

Fang Wu, who fell into his arms, was just like that time, with a quiet smile on his face. Ye Qiu stared at her eyes full of infinite love. But the weight and warmth that I felt at that time are now gone.

"Liar, right...... Fang Wuxian...... How could it be...... How could it be......"

Ye Qiu muttered in a trembling voice. But the relentless light slowly intensified—

A teardrop gently fell from Fang Wuxian's eyes. Her lips moved slightly, slowly, as if to make a final sound.

"I'm sorry, goodbye, Ye Qiu-"

She floated gently—

Motionless in Ye Qiu's arms.

Ye Qiu let out a almost silent roar as he tightly hugged Fang Wuxian in his arms with his arms.

This shouldn't happen. It can't happen. No way. No-Ye Qiu collapsed and knelt on the ground.

The corners of Long Yijian's mouth twisted, and he opened his arms with exaggerated movements and said:

"It's amazing. Isn't this the same script as a single-player RPG, and there's no way to recover from paralysis...... This kind of thing really happens......"

But his voice could no longer reach Ye Qiu's consciousness. At this time, Ye Qiu only felt that all his feelings had been burned out, and only the feeling of constantly falling into the abyss of despair surrounded him.

In this way, all the reasons for my efforts are gone.

Whether it's fighting in this world, going back to the original world, or even continuing to survive, the meaning is gone. In the past, when I lost my family companions due to my lack of strength, I should have cut off my own life. In this way, he will not meet Fang Wuxian, and he will not make the same mistake again.

Fang Wuxian couldn't kill himself—how could he say such stupid and indiscreet things. I don't know Fang Wuxian at all. How can you live like this when you have a big hole in your heart......

Ye Qiu silently stared at the thin sword that Fang Wuxian had left on the floor. Then he reached out his left hand and grabbed it.

He stared at the weapon, which was too light and delicate, hoping to find any record of Fang Wuxian ever existing, but there was nothing on it. On the surface, which shimmers without any emotion, there is no trace of the owner.

Ye Qiu held his sword in his right hand and Fang Wuxian's thin sword in his left hand, and stood up staggeringly.

Everything doesn't matter anymore. Ye Qiu just wanted to take the memory of the two of them living together for a short time and go to the same place to find her.

It felt like someone was calling their name behind it.

But Ye Qiu didn't stop because of this, he just raised the sword in his right hand and killed Long Yi with all his might. After staggering two or three steps, he stabbed his sword out.

Seeing that this was no longer a trick, and he couldn't even call it an attack, a look of pity appeared on Long Yijian's face - after he easily bounced the sword in Ye Qiu's hand with his shield, the long sword in his right hand directly pierced Ye Qiu's chest.

Ye Qiu watched emotionlessly as the metallic light pierced deep into his body. There was no idea in my head at all. Yes, it's just the colorless and transparent transcendent realization that "everything is over in this way."

Ye Qiu could feel that he was slowly dying. Ye Qiu closed his eyes. I hope that the moment my consciousness disappears, Fang Wuxian's smiling face can appear in my head.

But even if you close your eyes, you're not dead yet. The poor body was screaming, and its lifespan was dwindling at a definite rate.

At this time, Ye Qiu suddenly felt a strong sense of anger that he had never felt before.

That's it. It was this guy who killed Fang Wuxian. Long Yijian, who is the mastermind behind the scenes, is just one of them. What tore apart Fang Wuxian's flesh and erased her consciousness was the feeling that now surrounded her—all of this was what the world meant.

It's the digital Grim Reaper who mocks the stupidity of humanity and ruthlessly swings his scythe-

What is a human being? A comical puppet controlled by this absolutely inviolable thread? As long as the world says "good", it can survive, and if it shouts "die", everyone must be destroyed, is it just such an existence?

As if to laugh at his own anger, his brain declares himself dead as if he were talking to himself. "Die," is a God-given proclamation.

The intense cold invades his whole body, and the sensations in his body gradually thin.

You can feel that a large amount of air is moving in your body in order to decompose, cut, and erode Ye Qiu's existence. The cold breath crept up his neck and invaded his mind. The sensation of the skin, the sense of hearing, the sight, everything gradually drifts away from me. The whole body feels like it's starting to decompose.

How can it be so simple to disappear.

Ye Qiu opened his eyes. Visible. It's still visible. You can also see Long Yijian, who is still sticking the sword into Ye Qiu's chest. And his expression full of consternation.

I don't know if the acceleration of perception has started again, and the process of dispersing the clone that should have been carried out in an instant now feels rather sluggish. The outline of the body had long since become hazy, and the light particles in each part gradually fell away as if they were about to crack, but they were still there. Himself is still alive.

"Woo-oh-oh!"