Suddenly, Xin'er got up and pushed the door and rushed out. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info Nangong Yi was shocked, he didn't know what he was going to do, although it was extremely difficult to face her at this time, but he didn't dare to hesitate, and chased him out.

Xin'er is full of loneliness and grievances, just like a puppet toy that has been abandoned, cold and miserable and has nothing to rely on. She ran all the way to the sea, sobbing and tears slipping down, and fluttering in all directions against the salty sea breeze.

Nangong Yi was like a mess, and chased after her from behind, but he didn't dare to run over and take her into his arms, caressing and comforting her as before.

The cold moon is silent, the clear light is falling, the tide is receding, and the beach is still soft and damp sea sand. Xin'er ran wildly, and suddenly her feet fell softly and fell on the soft sand.

Nangong Yi followed, looking at Xin'er who had fallen, if she had been before, she would have rushed up to pick her up. But now, apart from looking at her in a daze, all he could do was a trace of spreading tenderness in his heart, and he stopped like a stone man.

Xin'er slowly got up and sat down on the beach, the sound of the waves was faint, and her heart was beating, but she was full of sadness and helplessness.

After hearing Nangong Yi's words just now, she was completely bloodless, stunned, and her whole body trembled. Nangong Yi's words seemed to be getting farther and farther away, as if they were coming from the empty and boundless darkness, and his back was becoming more and more ethereal, too far away to be touched.

Her heart sank into the abyss little by little, and she couldn't hear any words in her ears anymore, only the whistling wind.

In the darkness of the night, a voice rang in her ears as if it were mad: he doesn't like you at all, only when you are a sister. The voice grew louder and more violent, gradually turning into a spell of ridicule and ridicule, as if the whole island was making fun of her wishful thinking.

I don't know how long it took, but the hollow, dazed, dark and cold feeling suddenly turned into a sharp pain, like a thousand arrows piercing her heart, and she suddenly groaned in pain and bent down.

Nangong Yi was taken aback when he heard the sound, and saw the beads of sweat like soybeans rolling down her miserable white face, her whole body trembled, and she was shocked, so she hurriedly stepped forward to hold her up, and kept asking, "What's wrong?"

The pain was heartbreaking, and suddenly a bone-deep sadness erupted like a torrent, blurred vision, and tears fell down one by one.

Nangong Yi was at a loss, and kept asking: "Xin'er, what's wrong with you?"

She shook her head, clutched a handful of sand in both hands, and refused to let go, but the sand still spilled from between her fingers and palms, allowing her nails to pierce her palms and bleed for a long time. Those fine sand are like the person she likes in front of her at this moment, she can't hold on to it! In an instant, her tears flowed down like a spring, and she trembled with great effort and said, "I'm so sad." ”

Nangong Yi looked at her trembling all over, tears kept dripping, her teeth were colliding, her heart was anxious and sad, and suddenly she was at a loss, so she could only hug her tightly. She was cold, but her forehead was hot.

Nangong Yi hurriedly helped her put on her clothes and said, "I'll go and call Chun Miao back." "Chun Miaohui is a witch doctor of the Thunder Empire.

Xin'er kept shaking her head and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Nangong Yi, is what you said true?

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The eyes were pitiful and earnest, Nangong Yi's heart was like a knife, and his heart of pity was great, and he couldn't help but agree. But suddenly my heart sank, I really only regarded her as a sister, if I coaxed her out of pity, wouldn't I have to hurt her heart even more in the future? You'll always be my favorite girl. ”

Xin'er's last glimmer of hope was gone, as if the people on the edge of the cliff had pulled off the last straw, and suddenly found that what she had poured into her could not bear her trust at all, and the miserable pain fell like thunder and lightning.

Xin'er gasped and shook her head, tears poured out, she wanted to speak but couldn't make a sound, and only after a while did she say in a trembling voice: "What Qi Niang said is not bad at all, life is better than death, life is better than death." Why don't you kill me with one sword, than let me suffer this endless pain. ”

Nangong Yi's heart was like a knife, and when he was sad, tears almost burst out of his eyes. wanted to hug Xin'er tightly, but she tried her best to push away.

Xin'er sat on the beach, the cold moon was bleak, reflecting her sad and lonely pretty face, the sea breeze blowing, and her hair was messy. She bent her knees and hugged herself, trembling incessantly. The sad, painful, desolate, and resentful eyes stared at him, and said in a trembling voice: "Hello!

She looked at the cold moonlight, and a sense of unprecedented despair surged in her heart. Suddenly, she pulled out the ice velvet hairpin on her bun, and with all her strength, she pierced her heart fiercely. Blood overflowed, blooming silently like a rose under the cold moon.

Nangong Yi was shocked, and in the midst of a wild shout, he rushed forward, but it was too late, and the hairpin had already submerged in his chest. Frightened and sad, he was at a loss, hugged Xin'er and shouted loudly, tears blurred his vision in an instant.

Xin'er looked at him, her eyes were scattered and confused, a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth, and she said in a voice like a gossamer: "Brother Nangong Yi, I want you to remember me for the rest of your life, okay?"

Nangong Yi's mind was confused, he rumbled, his mouth opened wide, he couldn't make a sound, and his throat seemed to be blocked by something. Sorrow and remorse are like boulders weighing on the top, and they can't breathe.

In an instant, the past came to mind, and Xin'er's voice and smile stirred in front of her eyes and ears. Looking down, her eyes were hazy with tears, her beautiful face was full of tears, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was desolate and mocking. I don't know how long it took for him to look up to the sky and let out a bitter cry.

Not far away, the candlelight flickered, the voices of people were boiling, and the footsteps came and went, and the originally quiet beach was suddenly surrounded by noise, and many people poured over. The candlelight was misty, Nangong Yi was dizzy holding Xin'er, and no one could see it, but she kept muttering: "Xin'er is dead, I hurt her." ”

The early morning sun shines obliquely from the grotto, and the blue sky and blue sea in the corner of the grotto are long. It was another sunny and warm April morning. But the cave is cold to the bone, like a cold winter.

This is an ice cave on Canglang Island. The holes that were five or six feet long and horizontal were filled with large blocks of ice, which were artificial ice made by the heroes of the Biyu Empire with the "Xuan Ice Spell". The light emitted by the crystal lamps on the four walls was also a little cold and gloomy in this cold air. In the crystal coffin in the center, Xin'er lay peacefully, with a smile on the corner of her mouth that couldn't tell whether it was joy or desolation.

Everyone has retreated one after another, only Qi Niang, Hong Liuluo and others are still standing. Qi Niang's heart was sad, almost like when she was in love. In her heart, Xin'er is like a daughter, the only relative in this world.

When she saw Nangong Yi walking around the house blankly with Xin'er in her arms, she almost fainted. However, she knew that her sadness and sadness were far inferior to the two teenagers around her.

In the past two days, Nangong Yi didn't eat or drink, just stood in front of the crystal coffin in such a daze. This cheerful and optimistic young city lord suddenly turned into a stone statue.

However, to her surprise, the violent temperament of the Qufa Spirit Qu Feng was very calm, except for the night when he roared all the way and smashed more than a hundred boulders on the seashore into powder.

Qi Niang turned her head to look and saw him standing expressionlessly on the side, but between his eyebrows, there was a faint indescribable sadness, like frozen spring water, and the undercurrent was surging.

Qu Fengyang stood at the wind outlet, heard the surging tide outside the grotto, and the seagulls chirped, wanting to look up to the sky and roar. This kind of grief and pain is completely different from the ruin of the country and the death of the family. Even after two days, I still have such pain that I can't help myself. But he knew he couldn't.

This pain should not belong to him. When he returned to Canglang Island at the beginning of that day and was shocked by Xin'er's delicate appearance, he had already faintly seen Xin'er's tenderness for Nangong Yi.

That night, he witnessed Xin'er die in Nangong Yi's arms, with his understanding of Nangong Yi and Xin'er. There is no need for Nangong Yi to explain the original situation, and it has already been indiscriminate.

What can he do? In the past, Xin'er was more intimate with Nangong Yi, and over the years, she secretly promised to die. He's just an outsider.

Since he was a child, he has been accustomed to burying strong feelings deep in his heart, both happy and painful. Even Nangong Yi is as close as a brother, and what he can share with him is just happiness.

For a moment that night, he wanted to beat Nangong Yi with all his might, but seeing that he was lost and empty, he knew that Nangong Yi's pain was far better than his.

After all, Nangong Yi and Xin'er get along day and night, and they have too many memories of each other. This deep emotional accumulation is very different from his sudden burst of tenderness.

What can he do with a brother who is more sad than him, for a relationship that has nothing to do with him?

That night, he rushed out of the wooden house, his true qi bursting, his meridians were disordered, and he roared and struggled along the way, and the wood and stones were cracked everywhere he went, but the pain did not lessen in the slightest. Until this moment, even if he buried all his emotions deep in his heart in order to calm everyone's worries, he still couldn't stop the burst of hidden pain.

And just a stone's throw away, Nangong Yi looked at Xin'er in the crystal coffin in a daze, his mind was empty, and he was still immersed in the painful and confused remorse. Until this point, he still couldn't believe that Xin'er was really dead.

For the past two days, his mind has been in a mess, and he can't remember anything. If it weren't for Qu Feng's loud shout, which woke him up, I was afraid that he would still have to walk aimlessly with Xin'er in his arms.

In his ears, Xin'er's words rang over and over again: "It's just that I'm a sister, and I've never liked anything else?"

Xin'er's voice and smile lingered in his mind, and the silver bell-like laughter kept ringing. The longer he thought about it, the more confused he became, and this confusion turned into heart-wrenching pain.

The figure at the entrance of the cave flashed, and he timidly walked in with the elf grandmother. It was quite inconvenient for the two of them to walk on land.

Shui Qi Niang stepped forward and whispered, "Are you here to see Xin'er?"

The elf grandmother shook her head and said, "We are here to save her." ”

Although the voice was not loud, it shook everyone like thunder, Nangong Yi and Qu Feng raised their heads with an "ah", and turned their heads sharply and said, "What did you say?"

The elf grandmother said: "As long as the soul is not scattered, there is always a way to save a life." ”

Nangong Yi and Qu Fengyang were both ecstatic in their hearts, but they suddenly sank down and looked at each other in disbelief.

Qu Fengyang said in a deep voice: "Grandma, if you have a way to bring Xin'er back from the dead, Qu Fengyang will give you his life without complaint." ”

The elf grandmother smiled and said, "Boy, your life is too hard, if you give it to me, I will be killed by you." He turned his head to the torrent and said, "Chi Yuanliang, you are well-informed, haven't you heard of the holy medicine of rebirth?"

Torrent Luo frowned and said: "There are many holy medicines that can bring the dead back to life in legends, but most of them are made by mixing many treasures such as the Sea of Linghai, Shenzang Mountain, and Luohai for several years. Even if all these immortal grass elixirs can be collected now, it will take three or five years to make them. By that time, even if it was effective, Xin'er would have already lost her soul. ”

Seeing Nangong Yi's face full of confusion, Hongliuluo explained: "City Lord, the human body is like an artifact, shaking the soul into it. Once this 'artifact' is damaged, the soul will be annihilated and escaped, returning to the heavenly realm. If there is a resurrection elixir, repairing the human artifact, and then supplementing it with a soul conjuring spell, it may be able to regenerate the dead. But this needs to be done in the moment when the soul is gone, otherwise it is impossible to recruit it back. ”

Nangong Yi's heart suddenly moved, and he said in a trembling voice: "Yes, what if this soul has not been annihilated and escaped?"

Torrent said: "Then there is naturally a glimmer of life." ”

Nangong Yi was ecstatic in his heart, and said: "The ice velvet hairpin used by Xin'er to commit suicide is a shocking artifact, according to the shocking spell, her soul should be shocked in it, and it has not dispersed!"

Qu Fengyang was also ecstatic when he heard this, but he shook his head and sighed when he saw Torrent Luo: "Having said that, this ice velvet hairpin is not a powerful artifact after all, and it will trap her soul for seven days at most, and then she will start to annihilate and escape." Where are we going to find this elixir of rebirth in seven days?"

The elf grandmother said slowly: "There is nothing difficult in the world, but I am afraid of people with hearts." Hehe, I don't know if Nangong Yi City Lord and Master Qu Fengyang have such determination and ability?"

Qu Fengyang and Nangong Yi said in unison: "Naturally!"

Elf Grandma nodded and said, "That's fine." Hehe, you have great kindness to the elven country, I can't ignore it. ”

She nodded at the Lingling, the Lingling lowered her head, spit out the spirit bead that was flowing from her mouth, walked to Nangong Yi's side, handed the spirit bead to him, and said softly: "Nangong Yi City Lord, although this spirit bead can't bring Miss Xin'er back to life, it can temporarily condense Miss Xin'er's soul." Even if it's been a year and a half, it's fine. ”