Bright red blood raged on his snow-white clothes, stinging the eyes that were about to close, and she was dressed in red, her face was pale, and she lay weakly in his arms.

"Yuanji, Yi'er is dying, why do you want to torture yourself like this?"

Tears flowed like threads, and she raised her weak little hand to rub his cheek lovingly.

He didn't respond, just traced the outline of her face with his warm big hand, and said to her softly, "Yi'er, I remember that three years ago, under the pear blossom rain, you looked at my eyes stupidly until you were there, you smiled like a flower, tiptoed to kiss my eyes, and pointed at it playfully and said, 'Yuanji, I can only be allowed here.' 'Yi'er, three years have passed, I came from Nanyu Mountain, but I don't want to, I finally lost you. ”

Her voice trembled slightly, breaking her heart.

"Yuanji, don't say any more."

She wanted to cover his lips, but he gently intercepted him halfway, only listening to him, "Now, it is this pear blossom rain again, but it has become the absolute life and death of you and me, Yi'er, sue me, why?" Why is this happening? ”

Blood and tears dripped on her temples, and the beads were still there, but they lost their color.

"What's in love? It's all just bad fate. Since it began with me, it will end because of me. ”

Lianyi gasped for breath and finally finished speaking, the moonlight gradually brightened, and the red lips opened, "The hour has come." ”

"Yuanji, don't lose your vitality for me. The month has risen. ”

Weak and soft, she snuggled lightly on his chest, and said in a curling voice: Thousands of miles of Sijun are a line of sky, and thousands of miles of red silk are filled.

The boudoir is warm and cold, who pities the mandarin ducks?

A song of seclusion, a song**.

The hand hangs down.

The partridge cries, mournful and cool.

Only he was left holding his body that still had a little residual warmth, and staggered to his feet.

The wind was blowing, the ink hair was flying, blood and tears kept pouring out of his bloody eyes, staining his original face, and the blood flowers bloomed warmly on his white clothes, bewitching and terrifying.

"Haha, clothes! You, after all, left me~"

Raise your head to the sky and howl!

The scarlet sunset on the distant hills warns of the boundless darkness of the land.

"Color is emptiness, emptiness is color, relics ............"

Around an ancient tower, there are dozens of monks who have been obtained, and the tower is closed by no one else, it is really a demon Yuanji.

When the moon is full, it is really a time when the demonic nature deepens, and if you are not careful, you may release the people in the tower, and you may be ruined.

But who knows, the tower body still shook violently, with a wild laugh, the people in the tower finally escaped, floating in the sky, with the moon, disdainfully glanced at the seriously injured monks, dodged away......