Yi's hideous hand had just stretched out, but it was pierced by the scimitar behind him...

"Uhhh

The sharp pain in his chest stunned him, and the rippling liquid wrapped around the sharp blade... He looked at the man behind him in amazement...

Be...

All right.

He raised his eyebrows and slowly raised his hand, his haggard face was not difficult to distinguish... That suffocating smile.

Since Zhuo Jue wanted to kill him, he just didn't hide.

Suddenly, he grabbed the scimitar that pierced his body, it was the unique scimitar of the blood clan leaders, and it was very sharp and sharp.

He clamped the scimitar, clenched it fiercely, held his breath, and put the scimitar directly into his heart...

"For..."

Zhuo Jue, who was holding a scimitar behind her, had already seized control of the knife, and the knife broke free of her hand and penetrated the silver-haired boy's body without hesitation...

She trembled her hands and looked at Yi, who was facing away from her, holding this knife to penetrate her heart...

......

Penetrate... Little by little, blood trickled down the blade from his fingers.

This back, the thin backbone, once embraced, Zhuo Jue hesitated for a long time before ...

He's badly wounded, but... He still has reinvention, will he... Hurt others again... Hurting the world...

"You... You've killed, killed so many... People, you... When it's time to die... Apologize..."

Zhuo Jue's voice trembled, she seemed to have been frozen in the cold for a long time at this moment, and she kept shivering...

Hearing this, Fan Jiuyan turned his head and frowned, he was probably sure that Yi would not use remodeling anymore.

His ability is very strong, but he smiled lightly, and he didn't want to use it again.

"Killed so many people... I said it, I just wanted to find you," Yi smiled bitterly, his green eyes lit up, and he jerked out the knife in his heart.

"Hmmm-" blood splattered... Ticking out of his white robes, splashing through his white boots.

"It's just, I want to see if you're in... In which corner, live... How are you doing? Well..."

He held on to the knife and staggered to the ground, and some of the power of remodeling could stop the flowing blood...

Yi watched Zhuo Jue stagger over and reached out to pull her into his arms.

It took a lot of effort to make this action.

Zhuo Jue saw that his hands were full of white light, so weak...

So weak that you can barely see it...

His hand suddenly attached to her slender hand, slowly healing the finger that had just been cut by picking up the scimitar...

He would rather not save himself than let her have a scratch.

Then his girl would not be beautiful.

"Zhuo Jue, once I... Bloodbathed most of the world, I thought I could... Such... Take these damn ... All... Crush..."

Yi frowned, his appearance was not very elegant, and his words were also intermittent, only pretending to be soft.

The golden earring chain swayed in the wind.

"How... As soon as you appeared, I didn't think my hands wanted to be slaughtered..."

He raised his hand helplessly and laboriously, and had already removed the fingers of the wrench ornament, which were very slender, which she had once held.

These hands should be used to hug you... Yi's lips moved, and he smiled haggardly.

You know, the trauma behind it is the result of reproduction... It's so deep, it hurts so much.

However, he had to endure it, and he couldn't let her worry about himself anymore.

Zhuo Jue cried like a fool, tears slipped down, and she immediately wiped them away.

"But, Ruohan, you have ruined so much, ruined my people, and even your... Clansman, I... What can you do..."

Zhuo Jue was attached to his chest, and his heart hurt a thousand times, how to forgive you...

"But, I didn't, I didn't mean anything else, I just couldn't find you, I..."

"Ruohan!" Zhuo Jue's dark eyes couldn't hide the sadness and indignation.

"You're not here to find me, you're not! The leader of Fanlan once indulged me to take you in like that, how can you do anything... Take revenge on him..."

"And Migar... Blood Clan Elders..."

Yi smiled weakly, his fingers trembled, and he pointed to Fan Jiuyan who was standing in the distance.

Fan Jiuyan's face was quenched like ice, just like Fan Lan's appearance, as well as Zhu Chaoran behind him, his fiery red hair was flying unrestrainedly...

"No, are there two more?" Yi said in a joking tone.

"Smack-"

“...”

Yi's head tilted to the side, his green eyes widening... Full of surprise.

It hurts... Yi frowned and turned back slowly.

He half-leaned over the ground, the already cold earth and made his white robe a little dirty, as if he had met her for the first time.

Dirty, he felt disgusted like this, he never expected that he would be liked and cared for by her so easily.

"Ruohan..."Zhuo Jue grabbed him by the collar.

Her black eyes were awe-inspiring, as if she were facing a tribesman who had once overstepped her bounds, and her black hair slid down her face and hung down on his face.

"In your heart, there is no me. Zhuo Jue smiled bitterly.

Reached out and tapped his heart.

"You want to take revenge on the leader of Fanlan, and take revenge on the people who once despised you..."

"No!"

Yi shook his head, they just said that, why did even Zhuo Jue think so?!

"I... I..."

Yi shrank back, scared, helpless as he had been.

Want to prove yourself.

"Zhuo Jue... You really don't believe it... What?"

Yi pointed to his heart, and in the blur of flesh and blood, he stretched out his hand vigorously, his eyes glazed over.

The fingers directly penetrated the flesh and blood of the heart, and the "poof" sound made Zhuo Jue's eyes instantly enlarge...

"No!!"

Zhuo Jue screamed in pain, and the tears on the tip of his nose swirled and suddenly fell...

Crackling tears fell on the back of the white hand.

And the white hands have been completely embedded in the thin body.

What is he going to do?!

Yi's fingers slowly penetrated into his heart, his brow furrowed so tightly in pain, and large drops of sweat rolled down...

The corners of his eyes were a little red, and Zhuo Jue's trembling hands wanted to catch him, but he saw his firm eyes.

The green opal was so dull that it could no longer see its luster, but it only left firmness.

His fingers struggled to scavenge for something in the flesh, no matter how she held it, no matter how she stopped...

He searched and flipped through it... The corners of his eyes were red like a child who had been crying for a long time.

"Listen, Zhuo... Jue, I'm going to... Find my heart and give... Look at it..."

He wanted to find the heart that beats for her and lives for her.

The one who was despised, blamed, crushed, and spurned for her...

Heart.

"No... No!!" Zhuo Jue squeezed his hand and shook his head vigorously.

"You're not... Don't you believe me, don't you care about my existence anymore..."

Zhuo Jue's tears flowed uncontrollably... Her eyebrows were already frowning, how could he really...

Take out the heart...

"Are you a fool?!" her voice became hoarse from the roar, and she tried hard to protect him, restrain him...

"Yes, I'm your little fool," Yi smiled, beads of sweat dripping from the ends of her silver hair.

"Now, don't you look... Look, how do you know... It has always been for you..."

It's beating.