Outside the wind and thunder, Qianling's cheeks had faded all the blood, and he stared blankly at the sword inserted in his chest, the pure white sword body was full of cold, and the hilt of the sword was embedded with brilliant pearls and gems, and the dazzling light was blooming from the sword body, burning his chest into blazing white smoke......

"Aurora...... Holy Sword?"

Is that......

Aurora Holy Sword!

The pale fingertips trembled slightly, and he slowly grasped the sword body, and the palm of his hand was burned by the hot Polar Sun Holy Light in an instant, and the skin and flesh faded to reveal white bones.

Lan Yue's long hair was flying, the white smoke burning from the chest pierced by the Aurora Holy Sword was burning wantonly, and the wind around him hissed, leaving him one by one......

His long hair flicked, his eyelashes fell, his slender jade-white neck slowly leaned back, like a dying swan raised a graceful arc, his wings overturned, and finally he was powerless to fall into the air, his clothes flew up, and his body flew from his hair to his fingertips......

"Moon ——!!"

The miserable and even crazy cry broke out in an instant, and Qing Xuejing watched the girl plunge into the gap in time, and her face changed drastically, and it was too late to hold her-

The sound of the wind, the sound of fighting, and the intense and boundless pain......

The tide flooded over his head.

Eventually, I became numb.

The boy fell in the sky, dissolving in the fall, his immortal body being swallowed by the holy light, burning into a dazzling star......

The long black hair flew wantonly, his eyes were closed, his thin lips were stained with blood, except for the long sword inserted in his chest, the hair flew delicately and peacefully, like a calm into a long sleep that would never wake up.

For so long......

Tired.

Finally ...... Rested?

"Month-"

A terrible call came from above the sky, like someone's heart-rending cry, mixed with a heart-wrenching cry.

Tears dripped down his cheeks, blurring the blood.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and she slowly lifted up, and Lan Yue slowly opened her eyes in the fall, looking at the vision that had been blurred and could not be focused.

There, a figure was moving from far and near, its black wings strange and familiar......

With a blurred outline of her facial features, she is not wearing a mask.

Hair fluttered up on his cheeks, his eyelashes trembled, his eyes were clear and silver, and he looked at her, staring blankly......

The hand that had been burned to reveal the skeleton slowly trembled and raised, like a young boy who had climbed the lava mountain of hellfire many years ago, and stretched out his hand to the girl who had fallen from the sky without hesitation......

"Moon ——!"

Tears burst and dried up in the wind.

Don't interfere with it, don't interfere with it.

I was wrong, I came to you, I came to see you......

All along, it was me who didn't keep my word, I made my selfish promises but avoided them, I broke your heart, and I woke up too late......

No matter what time and space you are in, even if you want to be crushed to pieces and annihilated into ashes, I am willing to die for you without regret......

The four-leaf clover in the heart of Qianling's eyebrows was scorching, hot tears were spilled, and the feathers fluffed up their wings stretched to the extreme, like a crashed electric flint shuttling down from the sky, desperately reaching out to him-

It's close, it's close......

As long as Clover and Time Ban are activated together, just forcibly lock his time ...... like before!

It's still too late!

There must be time-

The blazing Polar Sun Holy Light erupted like daytime fireworks, expanding from the young man's chest in an instant, lighting up the entire battlefield!

Qianling's outstretched hand grabbed straight at him, penetrating the light, and thousands of brilliant fragments of light surged up in front of him, like a colony of white butterflies scattered and flying......

A few pieces of broken black cloth flew up in the air, and there were still remnants of the red lines of Manju Sahua......

She was stunned, in that warm light, letting herself be drowned by the fragments of light that his body had turned into, like the last affectionate hug and goodbye, like the nineteen years of his time that she had cherished, the turbulent passage could not be saved......

The trembling hand spread out, and there lay a small fragment of membranous wings, which quickly disappeared in the bright light.

Three hundred years ago,

He lived only to be 19 years old.

Her heart was beating to a halt, her fingertips were shaking, her tears were unstoppable, her vision was pitch black, and what was in her mind collapsed in an instant...... Finally, his hands clutched his hair tightly, tears rolled down, and a heart-rending collapse cry came from the depths of his throat—

"Woo-a-a

Remorse destroys the mind, and the liver and intestines are not more than that.

Later, she recalled that it was actually two people who died at that time.

After the Polar Light that obscured the sky and the sun disappeared, only a few fragments remained on the battlefield, and the air was scattered with broken clothes......

Suddenly the dragons are leaderless, the demon army is in chaos and fear, and the tide of battle is reversed in the blink of an eye.

When Qianling opened her eyes again, her eyelids were adhered to by tears, stinging and sore. His wet cheeks were also tingling, and his tears were dry.

"Awake?" "Awake?" slender fingers gently brushed the soaked chestnut hair on the side of her cheeks, the clear voice, the young man's blonde hair lit up the boundless night like the sun's light, and his eyes looked at her gently and worriedly, "It's almost over, let's rest for a while." ”

The surrounding clouds and mist were surging, and thunder and lightning were blowing down in the distance.

It is still a fragmented picture, like large and small ripples appearing in the gaps of time, which is indeed much more stable than the previous shock and chaos.

The white robe was rolled, and the boy walked forward with the girl in his arms, and the clouds surging under his feet passed.

Qianling leaned against the crook of Qingxue's arm, her loose and drooping fingers pinched the mask, and her hollow eyes faded blood, revealing a bit of amber color.

Looking at those slow-moving pictures, stinging eyes, stinging faces, I finally shed tears.

Three hundred years is too long and too short. Just like that, in the bits and pieces of time, the clouds of space are rolling in the clouds, and the barrenness is gone.

She saw Galandel in early spring, blue skies and snow-white clouds, floating islands with waterfalls, and Xingling Lake like jasper inlaid with earth......

I saw an angel girl waving her snow-white wings, walking down from the clouds in the breeze, singing and running in the fields and flowers.

Then the earth-shattering explosion rolled up billowing smoke, and huge craters piled up mountains of corpses and a sea of blood......

As fate would have it, the girl flew towards the pit and found the resurrected boy from the pile of corpses......

He slept there, his long silver hair falling on his body, and he looked as if he had been asleep as before.

She watched as the girl took him into her arms, her wings stretched and flew lightly into the sky and the sea of clouds......

opened her destined reversal of fate, and a new round of love-hate entanglement in this life and this life.

Originally......

We never meet, we meet again.

The clouds and mist are receding, like the end of a dripping rain, like the ripples blooming in the gap of time dissipating into the night, and the light ahead carries the flying frost and snow, illuminating the world......

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the snow-capped mountains where the hoarfrost was flying.