The desperate woman in the mirror was mottled with blood, and the waves could not wash away the blood stains on her body.

She held a long sword in her hand, her long hair danced, and she was covered in wounds that were all over her body, unable to maintain her dragon form, and could no longer soar for nine days.

Her eyes no longer flickered with the brightness they used to be, only a blood-red patch of anger and despair.

Even through the mirror, he could feel how desperate and powerless she was, trapped in the beast's fight, under the slaughter-like siege, one after another ruthless blades of light flew from the sky, cutting her to blood.

He was horrified, but he could only watch as she turned into a bloody person, fighting alone, zuihou fell to the sea, was pierced by chains, and was hoisted into the air.

He was grief-stricken, his strength skyrocketed, and the air currents frantically impacted the surrounding Xuan Ice Seals.

Fate has always teased people.

Before the young man broke through the seal, the person in the water mirror had been thrown into the fiery furnace, his desperate and empty eyes, slowly shedding two lines of blood, and the water mirror was suddenly shattered because of the disappearance of the master.

He only heard a sad sigh from the mirror: I'm sorry, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not miss the appointment again!

He roared in the sky, the mountains collapsed, the earth cracked for thousands of miles, and in the darkness and despair, the seal crumbled.

Zuihou is torn apart.

Dreams are like water mirrors, disappearing in an instant.

Ji Wu opened her eyes, tears did not stop, and her heart was distressed.

She didn't know whether to pity the miserable girl in her dream, or the boy who had just gotten a glimmer of hope but was more desperate in the end, or the promise that she couldn't keep!

Pure and beautiful haode juvenile love, tragic ending, such a picture makes people tremble.

Why is it so sad.

That sentence.

I'm sorry, if there is an afterlife, I will definitely not miss the appointment again!

Weishenme, hearing this, her heart will be so uncomfortable, so painful.

Will there be an afterlife?

The god who has destroyed the gods, who can change her life against the sky and let her live.

It's just a dream, but there is a deeply hurtful liliang, which makes Ji Wu indulge in the sad story of the dream, and she can't extricate herself!

O dragon maiden, who has borne her inner dan, will she also bear the pain of her eternal life?

What is love, the direct teaching of life and death promises.

It's ridiculous to look at other people's stories and shed your own tears!

"Weishenme tears, weishenme sad, who are you grieving for? For him? Then there's no need! In the dark and dreary room, there was only a half-light and half-dim glazed lotus lamp, and the gloomy and boundless words were half sarcasm, half unknown sighs.

Ji Wu recognized that it was Dongfang Wuxian's voice, although it was hoarse, it was still very clear in the cold and snowy night.

Through the dim light, it can be seen that Dongfang Wuxian is sitting at the small mahogany table not far away, his body is not moving, his gray silhouette, and his cold face make him more and more unfamiliar.

She was shocked.

This is the palace of the Oriental Immortal, and he is still wearing the clothes of the dinner party, and outside the window is the wind whistling in the middle of the night, and the snow is falling.

What happened to her at the banquet, she was still an unmarried young lady, how dare he openly take her back to his palace, his bedroom.

She remembered the first half of the feast, and then Dongfang Wuxian let her drink, and she drank two glasses, and seemed to be drunk......

Ji Wu's eyes froze, and her heart was even colder.

No, although she is not a master of a thousand glasses of wine, she will not be drunk and unconscious after two glasses of wine.

"There's something wrong with your wine." Ji Wu sat up suddenly, glaring angrily at Dongfang Wuxian.

He dared to attack her, plotting against her like this.