Her pain, her hatred, all her identities were revealed, she endured it all, but he couldn't.

Because the person he loves deeply has died in his own hands again and again, this ridiculous and pathetic feeling is the real heartache, and even he can't forgive himself.

"I hated it at first, but now I feel that you don't deserve it."

Ji Wu didn't look at him and left coldly.

Dongfang Wuxian shuddered, closed his eyes, and even had no hatred, then he completely became a stranger.

In her heart, there was no place for him at all.

This is the real despair.

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After two days, Ji Yu and Yue Yu Ghost Monarch stayed in the Purple Pole Palace to recuperate from their injuries.

The Queen of Heaven asked many times to take the Moon Imperial Ghost King away, but was rejected by Dongfang Wuxian.

Dongfang Wuxian didn't know when Ji Yu planned to leave, the queen mother had already allowed her to leave, but she didn't want to leave for the time being in order to take care of the Moon Imperial Ghost Monarch.

In fact, he didn't want her to leave, because he knew that after she left this time, the next time they met, they would be complete enemies, and they would only meet each other.

Dongfang Wuxian was depressed and walked away.

Before I knew it, I walked to the Wisteria Garden.

This courtyard is full of wisteria flowers, and bunches of purple buds are hung between the lush branches and leaves.

The eyes are full of purple flowers, pure and immaculate purple, the mist rises between the trees, and the purple flowers are thin smoke.

It's like a dream.

Oriental Wuxian has come to this wisteria garden countless times in the past hundred years, and it is indeed the first time that I feel like I am dreaming.

Because under the purple flower tree, there was a lilac slender figure, the temples were loose, the black hair was scattered on the shoulders, and there was no decoration on the head, only a few bunches of budding wisteria flowers were in the hair, the powder was steaming, the delicate lips were dripping, and the clear eyes were dyed with simple brilliance like stars.

She sat in the midst of falling flowers on the ground, and there was a piano in front of her, which was a five-spirit autophonic.

The jade-white fingers flicked randomly on the strings, making a crisp sound.

Dongfang Wuxian stopped breathing, and felt that all his souls had flown away, and only the familiar figure under the flower tree was left in his eyes.

"...... wisteria," a soft, painful voice overflowed from his lips.

It was then replaced by murderous aura.

The gentle and simple girl, close at hand, held a sharp skate against his throat.

The cold sound spread through the air, and even the petals of the flowers condensed.

"You've lost."

Ji Yu's fingers controlled the big acupoints of his body like lightning, penetrating the bone chain borrowed from the Moon Emperor into his body, locking his body.

Dongfang Wuxian lowered his head and looked at her with a wry smile: "You're right, I lost." ”

She did not have a trace of resemblance to Fuji Zi in appearance, but she appeared under this flower tree in disguise as Fuji Zi, which reminded him of the scene when he taught Fuji Zi to play the piano, which made him fall into nostalgia.

It was all a ploy she had to subdue herself, but was he really unaware of it?

No, he had noticed it from the time she was murderous, but he didn't make a move.

He wanted to finish this dream, no matter how sad the ending was.

"If you don't do anything to me, is it atonement for everything you have done in the past? Unfortunately, I still won't forgive you. Go, it's your turn to clear the way for us. Ji Wu's face was like frost.

Bringing the Moon Palace, pressing the East without Death, when he impulsed outside the gate of the Ziji Palace, the palace was already surrounded.