The picture changes, the turbulent battlefield falls apart, the girl embraces the boy under the cold and heavy rain, and the silent mass grave is in the distance.

"Cang...... Cangyan ......"

His trembling fingers were stained with blood, and he didn't dare to touch the bloody hole in his back, and it couldn't be washed away in the heavy rain.

It was the mark of a winged uprooting.

"Don't be afraid ......"

She trembled and held him tightly in her arms, shivering to kiss his cold, pale cheeks, long hair soaked with blood and heavy rain.

"I'm sorry, Cangyan...... I'm sorry...... Don't be afraid...... I'm ...... very soon"

She choked and muttered to herself, gently stroking his bloody back and soaked hair, and burst into tears.

A little bit of light overflowed from the center of the eyebrows, outlining a clear and beautiful ice lotus......

Then, the surging clouds drowned out the picture, and it was no longer clear to see.

Qianling's pupils were sluggish, panting lightly, her throat was tight, and her hands were clenched tightly and buckled into her palms.

Lan Xue killed Yun Cangyan and then took the body away...... Since then, the Aurora Angel and the Snow Maiden have disappeared from the world and have never been seen again.

The mass grave shown at the end of the screen is clearly using a brand......

After that...... What's going on?

Is it really as the uncle said......

This forbidden love was finally exposed, and Lan Xue was executed by the Demon Clan?

Or...... Suicide by martyrdom?

With the temperament of Yue and Lan Feng to protect their shorts, it is impossible to watch their sister being killed, so ......

Qianling's throat was filled with bitterness, and the nails that sank into her palms cut out bloody marks, and tears welled up to blur her vision.

The bitterness of the barren heart spreads, and the pain is all over the place. Probably because of the girl who loves to read with a bright smile and used lotus leaves to cover her from the rain, because of the pair of lovers who are indisputable, sweet and kind, and the interracial taboo and indecent love that she empathizes with......

In the end, it ended up like this.

Like an ominous warning in the dark, it warns future generations and admonishes her......

Don't challenge taboos and follow in their footsteps.

……

……

"But he didn't end well, and no one who fell in love with the devil would end well. I remind you again and again that you still have to follow the same path as him. ”

……

……

The uncle's sigh echoed in his head.

Lan Xue and Yun Cangyan both died, while she and Yue ......

What kind of ending will it be?

"Xiaoling, are you alright? You have a bad face......

The voice came, and she came back to her senses and looked into the light golden eyes of Qingxue Mirror's concern.

"Mirror ......," she moved her lips, "let's go...... The exit should be, just around the corner......"

Never mind.

Three hundred years later, the moon is still waiting for her.

With her feet stepping through the clouds and mist, her long chestnut hair blowing in the wind and clouds, she walked forward, surrounded by thunder and lightning and wind and clouds, converging into thousands of fragments of time......

There are rivers of molten slurry, sparks in the sky, and boys and masked girls meet, like old photographs, looking back on the past over and over again.

Such as Tanhua's open and withering fragmentary pictures, spelled together his years and years. She walked forward, counting the hours, a year, two years, five years, ten years......

Nineteen years.

The wind and clouds surging ahead tore through huge cracks, and the thunder and lightning of time and space were devouring and intertwining......

The final picture is revealed.

It was the end of the holy war, under the heavenly dome and on the earth, the guards of the golden armor and the black armor were fighting bloodily, the twelve holy angels and the elders of both sides were wearing armor and going into battle, the blood of heaven and earth was shrouded, and the corpses were all over the field and the blood flowed like a river......

She saw Lan Feng, Qian Shu, Yu Lao, Uncle Scarred, and Hua Lingxuan......

I saw the twelve holy angels and the scattered angel army retreating one after another, and saw the demon army shaking and charging and roaring......

- I saw the black-haired boy whose clothes were flying between heaven and earth.

"Moon ......"

Qianling stared blankly, and gradually tears blurred her vision, and she couldn't take a single step.

"Xiaoling," a hand gently shook her, and the young and soft voice exhorted, "Don't look at it, let's go." ”

Tears fell from her eyes, and she muttered to herself:

"This is the final battle of the holy war...... Right?"

Qingxue Jing followed her line of sight to look at the turbulent battlefield picture, and replied in a dumb voice:

"Yes. ”

"Elean is victorious, the demon clan is defeated, and the holy war is over...... Right?"

“…… Be. ”

She choked up and burst into tears:

"He's going to die...... Right?"

Qingxue didn't answer again, only slowly lowered her eyelashes and gently clenched the girl's hand.

But she clenched her fingers, tears rolled down in big drops, and she couldn't help shaking her head:

"Don't ...... I don't want ...... I don't want the moon to die, I don't want him to die......"

"I came here, it was fate that guided me, I can control time, this is ...... chance"

"I'm going to save him...... As long as...... By modifying the past, you can change the ending...... The moon won't die......!"

Tears flowed from her wide open eyes, and she rushed towards the gap like a demon, and was pulled back by the wrist of the snow clearing mirror.

"Xiaoling, calm down!"

"You let me go! I want to save him! I can't watch him die...... I can't! I can't—"

"Xiao Ling!" Qing Xuejing's face turned pale, holding her hand tightly, looking at the tears on the girl's face, her heart seemed to be clenched, "But have you ever thought about what the angel clan ......will face once the outcome of the holy war changes, three hundred years ago Elean is defeated and the demon clan wins! They will kill everyone! The pattern of the world will be reversed from now on, and there will be no Angel Holy City Ellens!"

"No!

"How do you know he won't, he's a demon-"

Qianling shook off his hand and shouted with tears streaming down her face:

"I know him, I trust him!"

Qingxue Mirror was stunned.

The two looked at each other, Qianling gasped, tears rolled down one after another in her eyes, slowly lowered her head, covered her face and cried silently.

"Xiaoling, I understand your feelings......"

Qingxuejing's throat was bitter, and he said in a dumb voice:

"But you can't change the past. The future is built on the past, and once the past is overturned and tampered with, everything in the future will cease to exist. You, me, and all the living beings in the world in 300 years...... will be affected. ”

"Even your encounter with the moon god...... Maybe it will no longer exist. ”

"Have you really figured it out?"

Her pupils trembled, tears fell and shattered, and she slowly choked back to look at the turbulent images in the gap in time.

The young man's long black hair was like a waterfall blowing in the wind, and the wind swirling around him merged into a stream of water, looking at the angel army that threw away his armor and fled for his life in the air, his eyelashes fell, and he turned away in the breeze......

Suddenly, a bright light lit up in the sky, like a star.

Qianling was stunned, her eyelashes were still with teardrops, and she forgot to cry.

Cha......

1 second without any warning.

A beam of white light pierced the boy's chest.

His eyelashes trembled, and the thick blood splashed on his white cheeks in a blink of an eye, soaking the black fox fur on his chest, and his long black hair was blowing up in the noisy wind, and he slowly turned around stiffly, looking at the distant sky—

There was a vague figure there.

The black hair that was flying wantonly was stained with blood, and the blazing white smoke burned from his chest one after another, and the corners of his lips leaked blood, and he slowly lowered his head.

A long sword was stuck in the chest, right in the heart.