As a result of the thoughts, the light of the moonlight wind chimes gradually faded, the sound gradually stopped, and the arena returned to calm.

Ling Luo put away the moonlight wind chimes and slowly walked to Ye Fengrou's side, she squatted down, looking at her face full of tears and pain, and the corners of her lips hooked up a mocking smile.

"Ye Fengrou, do you know the way, the place where you stabbed it with a hairpin is still half an inch away from your heart."

"You are bent on death, but you can't kill yourself, do you know what Lu Dao is for?" Ling Luo shook his head and sneered, "Because, in your subconscious, you love yourself too much. ”

Ye Fengrou's thin lips moved slightly, her face was pale, she looked down at the wound on her chest unwillingly, but because of the extreme pain, she couldn't speak at all.

At this moment, Ye Fengrou had only one thought in her heart.

She lost to Ling Luo, whether it was her feelings or strength, she lost completely.

Ling Luo walked down from the arena and saw Xuanyuan Yu, and the corners of his lips hooked up a bright smile.

However, before she could touch him, it was dark in front of her eyes and she lost consciousness.

In today's battle, the loss of vitality has exceeded the limit of her body, and she can't support it.

*.*.*.*.*

In the confusion, Ling Luo felt as if he had had a long dream.

In the dream, under the starry sky, there was a boy in a scarlet shirt, standing under the moonlight, his long silver-white hair hanging down to his knees, his eyes covered with a white brocade belt, his skin was like congealed fat, and his mouth was like Zhu Dan.

On the head of the scarlet-clothed man, there was a blood-colored Shang Xuanyue, and he beckoned to her, chanting words in his mouth.

But Ling Luo couldn't hear it, she couldn't hear the voice of the scarlet boy, she was very close to him, and very far away.

She kept chasing in the direction of the scarlet man, but unfortunately, she couldn't touch it......

Then, a heavy sadness filled his heart, and then, Ling Luo heard the sound of moonlight wind chimes.

"Luo'er! Luo'er! ”

An eager voice sounded in his ears, and the wandering consciousness suddenly found a belonging.

"Luo'er, don't cry!"

That voice was so beautiful and affectionate, her heart broke when she heard it.

Ling Luo felt that her cold hands were tightly wrapped in a pair of warm big hands.

The warmth, from the palm of her hand to her heart, made her soul, which had dried up for a long time, involuntarily find the strength of life again.

Ling Luo's long eyelashes moved slightly, and he slowly opened his eyes, seeing Xuanyuan Yu's face that was so beautiful that people were angry.

"Yu—" She called him softly, a weak smile tugging at the corners of her lips.

"Luo'er, you're awake!" Xuanyuan Yu was very excited, his beautiful peach blossom eyes were bloodshot, he stretched out his arms, carefully and eagerly took her in his arms, and whispered, "Great, great, it's been three days, you're finally awake!" ”

He was like holding some lost treasure, trying to hug her tightly, but he was afraid of pushing too hard and strangling her.

"Luo'er, do you know how scary you are, when you got off the arena, you fainted so straight and straight, and even your breathing was faint as if you were going to die at any time."

Xuanyuan Yu's voice trembled a little, for three days, he had been guarding day and night, refusing to leave for a moment, and the strong sense of fear in his heart almost overwhelmed him.

"It's okay, haven't I woken up now?" Ling Luo smiled helplessly and dotingly, she enjoyed the feeling of being hugged tightly by him.