Nothing...... Even if she turned into nothingness, wouldn't she be by his side and let him see it?

When-

With a trembling hand, the horn fell to the ground, and the white light, flickering in the night, was extinguished.

The surroundings are back in darkness.

"Is everything I did in vain?"

"Childe, don't do this, it's not your fault in this matter. You are a person of great affection, so you can't let Jiang leave Princess Li alone, and Chongkui, she just came to this world by mistake. In the darkness, the guards came to him quietly.

"She was a mistake, but I thought I could keep my heart cold, but I didn't expect it......," Wu Li paused, and then said hoarsely, "I'm sorry for her." ”

"This is Childe's promise to Princess Jiang Li, not Childe's fault. Wei Qian said.

Wu Li sat on the ground dejectedly, looking at the snow light coming in through the window, and muttered, "Wei exhausted, after the soul is gone, will there be anything left?"

"Childe, don't think about it too much, that qiē is all over. Wei said bitterly.

"Yes...... Wu Li laughed self-deprecatingly, "no matter what I do, I can't get her back." But I ...... I always felt that maybe she would be somewhere, maybe it was just a gust of wind, there would always be some traces. ”

Wei was stunned, and then said: "Childe, even if she lives, she is only a puppet, not even a human being, and when she knows the truth, she will make you even more sad to die." This is her fate, even if she is allowed to go with the wind, puppet, there is no soul that is not soulless. ”

Wu Li seemed to be woken up by someone, and his red eyes were filled with tears: "Yes, how can a puppet have any soul?"

This night, the night of Jianzhang Palace was extraordinarily long, and the Weiyang Palace of King Qin was also a long night.

Until late at night, the palace was still brightly lit, and there was no intention of extinguishing it.

The palace people could only wait outside the hall, not daring to enter, and they didn't know what King Qin was doing.

In the dormitory, there is a small enchantment floating in the air, and there is a small butterfly inside.

The pollen had fallen from its wings, and the butterfly lay on the ground dying, even weaker than when it came.

Ji Xuanyan looked at her, he was at a loss, if there was a person in front of him at the moment, so weak, he could have a way to save her, but she was such a weak butterfly, he was helpless.

"Little butterfly, how can you die so lightly when you came to me through the wind and snow?" he said to the butterfly in the enchantment.

But the weak life could not give him any response, and the tentacles on his head drooped on either side.

She used to have a faint blue light on her body, but now, the light is almost gone, and her blue body has become dull and dull.

Ji Xuanyan's heart seemed to be tightened by something, he held the enchantment, and a cleaner and purer blue spiritual power suddenly poured out from his hand.

As an Onmyoji, he has the ability to connect the netherworld and the yang realm, and the ghosts of hell can be driven by the onmyoji, and sometimes, they can communicate with many things that cannot be seen.

Butterflies were too fragile for him and had no spirituality, so he didn't have any hope in the first place.

However, the moment his injured spiritual power touched the butterfly, he seemed to hear a faint cry: "It's so cold......