The moonlight sprinkled in the Broken Heart Pool, and the moonlight in a pool swayed with the ripples, Wang Yuya approached the Broken Heart Pool: "Yu Sen watched my corpse float ashore with his own eyes, he should have been very scared at that time." Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info”

"Yes, he's afraid of water." Ling Motang nodded, and remembered the scene of Wang Yusen falling into the water last night.

"Please." Wang Yuya suddenly knelt down towards Ling Motang: "You are my hope, only you can see me, hear what I said, please let me leave." "It's too hard to be a wandering day, cold, hungry, tired...... They came and went, but she couldn't eat, couldn't sleep, and still felt cold.

"You get up first." Ling Motang was at a loss, thinking about it was ridiculous, Wang Yuya actually said that she was her hope, so who was her hope?

There are too many painful things in this world, can death solve everything? Then what happened to Ling Motang in this life and last life, does she deserve to die a hundred thousand times?

"Knowing that if you die, someone will not be able to let you go, how can you bear to die?" Ling Motang asked rhetorically: "Life is really so worthless for you people, if you say die, you will die, you know how many people are struggling on the verge of death every day, and how many people have suffered misfortune, but they are still trying to live, no matter if they are exhausted, they will always see the sun rise as long as they live." ”

"Do you know that your death will make Wang Yusen, who is already guilty, even more guilty and guilty, and now you are trapped in his memories and can't blame others." Ling Motang hated these suicide people, only when she died once did she know how precious life was.

Life is so fragile and precious, why do some people not know how to cherish it? The misfortunes of life are never an excuse for you to despise your life.

"I regret it." Wang Yuya couldn't cry: "So I sent away those souls who couldn't leave, but I couldn't send myself away, only you could help me." ”

Ling Motang pulled Wang Yuya up: "I lock you in the Posa Tower, Wang Yusen will not find you again, everything is still in the Posa Tower, you will sleep until Wang Yusen dies or forgets you, so that you will not be in pain, but I don't know if I still have the ability to open the Posa Tower." ”

Ling Motang clearly knew in her heart what kind of damage would be caused to her body by forcibly opening the Pagoda, and perhaps the moment the Pagoda was opened, she would die because she couldn't control the energy explosion of the Pagoda in her body.

But Ling Motang really wanted to help Wang Yuya, first, because he couldn't bear it, and secondly, because Wang Yusen was like his former self.

"You stand back first." Ling Motang coughed dryly, rolled up his sleeves and looked at his left arm, the arm was smooth and white, Ling Moling gritted his teeth, he really couldn't bear to start.

Wang Yuya stared at the sharp dagger in Ling Motang's hand and swallowed her saliva, her eyelids didn't dare to blink, seeing that Ling Motang didn't move for a long time, she asked cautiously, "Miss Ling, do you need help?" ”

Ling Motang's hand holding the dagger was about to touch his left arm, and he was immediately instigated by Wang Yuya's question, in fact, Ling Motang was afraid of pain, especially pain.

"No, no." Ling Motang gritted his teeth: "In case I die, you remember to play the "Soul Song" to see me off." ”

"Miss Ling, don't worry, the piano is here." Wang Yuya's answer was unusually straightforward, and Ling Motang complained in his heart: If I go, won't this girl say something good and obedient, for example, Ling Girl Jiren has her own natural appearance, what is 'the piano is placed here', is this already ready for her sacrifice?

Taking a deep breath, Ling Motang closed his eyes and gritted his teeth, the hand holding the dagger was raised high, and his heart would die as soon as he died, but a resistance made Ling Motang's dagger unable to continue to fall at a finger from his left arm.

Ling Motang slowly opened his eyes, and opposite him was Shen Yuan, who was dressed in brocade, he looked at Ling Motang with a cold expression, and his hand was clasped on Ling Motang's wrist.

"You, you, Shen Yuan!" Ling Motang's tongue seemed to be paralyzed, and he couldn't even say a complete sentence, and a pair of peach blossom eyes widened: "When did you come?" She looked around, and there was no sound when the man came.

Shen Yuan let go of Ling Motang's hand, glanced at Wang Yuya, and then his gaze stayed on Ling Motang's face, and he said sarcastically: "Want to die? ”

Ling Motang immediately shook his head: "I don't want to die." ”

"It's bold." Shen Yuan's clear voice was mocking, he didn't want to die and dared to play like this, Ling Motang really thought that his life was too long, "Why don't you let me help you?" Shen Yuan approached Ling Motang, and the dagger in Ling Motang's hand had fallen into Shen Yuan's hands at some point.

This dagger glowing with silver light was pressing against Ling Motang's heart at this moment, Wang Yuya wanted to move forward but was shocked by Shen Yuan's cold eyes when he turned back, and he stood in place and didn't dare to move.

Ling Motang's brain was running rapidly, and the action of wanting to retreat was discovered by Shen Yuan, the back of her neck was held down by Shen Yuan's left hand, as if her whole person was embraced by Shen Yuan, and even she could smell the smell of clear lake water on Shen Yuan's body, which smelled good, but it was also dangerous.

If there was no dagger between them, Ling Motang would have enjoyed himself being held by Shen Yuan so much, sometimes, Ling Motang really admired himself, and the more nervous he was, the greater his lust became.

"I'm busy, but I don't want to die yet." Ling Motang's hand secretly pushed away the dagger between the two, Shen Yuan's hand holding the dagger slowly put it down, Ling Motang breathed a long sigh of relief: "You can erase the memory, then can you help me eliminate Wang Yusen's memory." ”

Shen Yuan's eyes were a little strange, but Ling Motang could see that Shen Yuan was looking at her with a mental retardation.

"Okay." Shen Yuan spit out a word lightly, and the corners of his mouth seemed to have a smile.

Ling Motang's mouth closed for a long time, and he looked at Shen Yuan in disbelief, and said uncertainly: "If I heard it correctly just now, you mean 'good'?" ”

Ling Motang felt more and more that Shen Yuan was unpredictable, it was simply elusive, she was thinking about the authenticity of Shen Yuan's words, a stinging pain suddenly appeared on her arm, she stared straight at her bleeding left arm, and then looked at the dagger in Shen Yuan's hand, after being stunned for three seconds, she covered her arm and yelled at Shen Yuan: "Your words don't count!" ”

"Ah, I'm going to die, I'm going to die." Cold sweat broke out on Ling Motang's forehead, the blood on his left arm had spread out along the gap in his right hand, Shen Yuan's knife was really neat, Ling Motang didn't dare to imagine what kind of experience she would have now if this knife was cut on her neck.

"If you want to summon the tower, hurry up." Behind Shen Yuan's hands, the smile on the corner of his mouth became more and more obvious, Ling Motang looked confused, and then remembered that she cut her arm in order to sacrifice the Po Sa Pagoda with blood.

But she always felt that this was Shen Yuan's conspiracy, and looking at Shen Yuan's clearly upturned lip line, Ling Motang was even more convinced of her idea.

Knowing that it was a trap, he could only jump in, which was Ling Motang's sorrow.