The alarm clock hasn't gone off yet. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info woke up early, Li Ai, who had lost his sleep, put on his clothes and sat at the head of the bed with nothing to do, but he didn't know what to do for a while. It's better to make breakfast or something in half an hour...... Otherwise, by the time he woke up, he would have been cold.

Thinking of this, Li Ai, who was sitting on the edge of the sofa, unconsciously shifted his gaze and fell on Zhang Zhou, who was lying on the other sofa and curled up like a baby. This guy ...... Sleep soundly...... Seeing that his sleeping posture was not like those previous mornings, lying stiffly on the bed, but curled up like a baby, the corners of Li Ai's mouth turned up slightly, and the little melancholy in his eyes also disappeared, revealing a smile with a little brightness.

It seems that he is really tired. This time, it's his own slumber...... Sensing that the drowsiness seemed to change for the better, her mood relaxed a little, but her mind drifted unconsciously in this relaxation.

Speaking of which, a lot of things have really happened these days...... In my mind, everything I've experienced from my birthday night to yesterday is more than everything I've experienced in the six months since I met him combined......

On my birthday night, I had a big fight with the ghost general to save me, and after that, I unconsciously alienated him after breaking through all my defenses; And during that time, he seemed to be occupied by the presence in his right eye, and although he finally got rid of the influence of the other party, he ...... He must have had a hard time in those two days...... Recalling this, Li Ai's cheeks turned red, she thought of the scene at that time, when she was pressed to the bed by Zhang Zhou, although she knew that the person was not him, but it also made her feel very shy unconsciously, and the gaze that looked at Zhang Zhou also unconsciously shifted a little. In order to get rid of this embarrassment, she hurriedly continued to reminisce, turning her attention away from such a scene.

After that, everything could have been back on track...... But I met Moyin Bao'er again, who was somewhat similar to Midorihime, and in order to protect me, he stayed in my apartment for the past few days, even sleeping with the hilt of the scorching night...... Speaking of which...... Moyin Bao'er seems to have appeared for someone! And according to her, the man ...... It seems that he once confessed to me. Not...... It seems that there is such a thing...... But who is that person? I don't remember...... But it seems to be a class, so if you think about it this way, it's very likely that you'll see Moyin Bao'er again.

Moyin Bao'er ...... A few days ago, she abruptly left where I was staying. Seemingly. She should have gotten everything she wanted. Before leaving, she woke me up from a deep dream and told me a lot of things. It was at that time that I knew that Zhang Zhou was likely to die.

And this matter, after the guy who seemed to have something to do with Lu Ji appeared, it was even more known to Zhang Zhou...... What's more, he spent the whole day yesterday studying, and at the same time I told him anything that might happen. With so much happening in a short period of time, it's no wonder he's tired like this......

Speaking of which, the sleeping position curled up like a baby is actually a concrete manifestation of a person's inner insecurity. It seems that he doesn't care as much about what I told him yesterday. He was actually afraid of death...... Who in this world would not be afraid of death? Thinking of this, Li Ai's eyes were filled with a hint of distress. Her gaze turned to the side again, focusing on Zhang Zhou's curled up body.

"I ...... Will definitely take you ...... From that fate...... Rescued ......" In this early morning, she looked at Zhang Zhou's body curled up on the sofa, muttering in a low voice, once again strengthening such determination!

"Time...... It's almost there......" The blue-shirted young man in the glass of dawn muttered in a low voice, then slowly turned his head and stared at the closed window of Tang An's room. He slowly raised his arm and aimed it at the window, and there was a huge energy accumulation in his palm, as if in the next moment, it was about to erupt, turning the window into ashes along with the variable inside. But when he was about to make a move, a little hesitation flashed in his eyes...... After a long time, he silently dissipated the energy gathered in his palm, lowered his arm, and turned his back to the window.

"Now...... It's not time to deal with you yet......" His deep voice condensed into bundles, pierced through the glass windows and thick curtains, and landed on the old sachet placed in front of Tang An. The golden lines on the sachet lit up abruptly, and then fell silent again.

"However, you can't escape the ......," the blue-shirted young man's voice suddenly froze, a little more solemn, "The variables that can threaten her life...... It's still good that it doesn't exist! His eyes were cold, but he didn't look back, he spread a pair of wings covered with pale blue feathers, and left the void outside the window of Tang An's room.

Shortly after he left, the golden lines on the old sachet lit up a little faintly, as if he had made a choice in an instant......

The blue-shirted boy flapped his pale blue wings and hovered beside an apartment building. He landed slowly, and only when he was facing a window did he fold his wings and stand silently. It was the window of Wang Yue's room, and it was here that he left Tang An's house to go.

At the same time that he appeared outside the window of Wang Yue's room, Wang Yue, who was lying on the bed and didn't know what he was thinking, seemed to notice something, turned his eyes, and glanced at the window. But he just glanced at it, and didn't have a chance to do anything else. Because the next moment, he inexplicably fell asleep, tilted his head and fell asleep.

Outside the window, which was blocked by the curtains, the blue-shirted boy lowered his palms. A hint of sigh and self-deprecation flashed in his eyes, and he said with some loss, "Like, it's too similar...... It's exactly the same as it was 700 years ago...... The reincarnation of the same soul ......"

He spoke silently, but a smile began to appear on his face. "She chose you, she fell in love with you, in this life, she still wants to snuggle up to you......" He chuckled lowly, lowering his eyes full of vicissitudes, but in his words, tears rolled down his cheeks, "It's not me ......"

"I was told to meet the right person at the right time, in the right place...... In this way, you can reap your own love......" The tears couldn't stop flowing, making his voice a little choked. "Some people admonished me, saying that I met the right person at the wrong time, in the wrong place, and that this kind of love, if it continues, will only be a miss, a pain......"

Yes. She wouldn't belong to him after all. He felt this way when he first met her. But he still has a luxury and wants to get the ending he wants. However, while he was waiting, she met the man and made a promise to him for the rest of her life...... He missed it after all. He came at the wrong time, so it was destined that between him and her, eternal life and eternity, there would be no marriage involved. The ending he wants, forever...... Never get it.

"Something like that...... I already knew...... But even so, I never changed my choice......" The blue-shirted boy laughed miserably, and the color in his eyes became more and more decisive. "She won't belong to me after all...... But, whether she accepts it or not, I will always belong to her......"

"So, when the happiness she wants is in crisis, I ...... chose to use my body, which was not loved by her, to open the way for her happiness...... Even though...... Even if she knew, she wouldn't care......" He bit his finger and used the oozing blood to carve in the void outside the window of Wang Yue's room, tracing a blood-colored circle more than one person high.

Blood with a mysterious glow flowed from his fingertips, spreading along the movements of his fingers, hovering in the void as if something had stuck to them. As the blood drained, his face became paler and slower. It wasn't until a quarter of an hour later that he had drawn the entire circle.

He hung his arm weakly, gasping for breath for a long time, and then lifted his eyes, which had become somewhat blank from the loss of blood, and looked at the closed window with dilated pupils. The next moment, a drop of blood suddenly oozed from the index finger of Wang Yue's right hand, who was asleep. The drop of blood froze in the air for a moment, then pierced through the closed window and landed in the center of the blood-painted circle.

As the drop of blood fell to the center of the circle, the blue-shirted boy closed his eyes...... The next moment, the voice of desolate words rang out, and it seemed so grand in the empty city. It's just that no one will hear such a voice...... Because there is a force that imprisons all the voices within a small range, and it cannot be transmitted at all.

“…… With 2,000 years of cultivation as a guide, this body and blood are sacrificed...... Qitian Dao, ask about reincarnation...... Look at the nine shadows, turn yin and yang......" he chanted loudly, but his body slowly became faint in the increasingly grandiose chanting. But even if it became like this, there was no trace of regret on his face.

"Sacrifice! With my 2,000 years of cultivation, with my flesh and blood, dissolve...... The doom of this drop of blood was inflicted on the master......" He stretched out his faint finger and landed on the drop of blood belonging to Wang Yue in the center of the circle. The next moment, the entire circle suddenly radiated a fierce blood-colored light and began to spin wildly.

In such a blood-colored light, the eyes of the blue-shirted young man, whose body had been blurred for most of his body, suddenly turned cold. He immediately turned his head and pointed his other hand in the direction where Tang An's house was. The next moment, a ray of blood-colored brilliance penetrated the space of thousands of meters and appeared on the ancient sachet.

And at the moment when that brilliance fell, the golden lines on the old sachet exuded a dazzling golden brilliance. The blood-colored brilliance and the golden brilliance confronted each other, and after dozens of breaths, the blood-colored brilliance dissipated, and the golden brilliance remained.

It's just that, although it has survived, the golden brilliance has dimmed a lot. Faced with such a result, the blue-shirted young man, who was becoming more and more faint, sighed softly, "The result is ...... But it didn't completely wipe you out...... However, even so, at least in this life, you have lost the ability to endanger her life. That's enough......" He said this, slowly lowering his arm pointing in the direction of Tang An's house, then turned his eyes and looked in another direction.

That's where Moyin Bao'er is.

"What can I do...... And only from him...... Try to eliminate the calamity you will suffer. He grinned happily, "I don't know how many calamities will be eliminated, but at least it can help you...... That's enough......" The blood-colored circle that was spinning wildly suddenly froze, then exploded, and there was no trace of it.

"Bao'er...... That's enough......" He said this, and his faint body completely disappeared into the void, like a drop of ink falling into a basin of clear water, and no trace could be found.

At the moment when he completely disappeared, in the direction he was last looking at, Mo Yin Bao'er suddenly raised her head and glanced at the sky with a frown. In the dark, she seemed to feel that something had lost its trace, and something had faded a little......