In his eyes and heart, there was only a touch of Murong Xue who fell towards the mountain stream.

One flew down the horse, Xiahou Mobing galloped wildly, put forward the fastest speed in his life, and rushed towards Murong Xue's direction, his expression was hideous.

The terrible scream was transmitted far away in the twilight, flying in the pouring rain.

The blood was like a waterfall, splashing a crescent moon in the sky, and following Murong Xue flying towards the mountain stream, the fiery red color was gradually magnified and rendered into blood red.

It's scary.

Murong Xue fell quickly in the air towards the mountain stream.

The burning pain in her chest almost turned her internal organs upside down, and she couldn't make a sound or move.

Consciousness began to fog rapidly, leaving only pain, and boundless pain enveloped it.

It hurts.

Suddenly, Xiahou Mobing's handsome and compelling smiling face flashed in his mind.

Hehe... How did he actually come out of his head at this time.

Xiahou Mobing, if you appear in front of my eyes again, I will definitely tell you that in fact, my heart is very relaxed when I am with you, but I don't know if that's it, I like it.

If I see you again, I will not be hypocritical if you confess, and I will gladly accept you.

But now, where are you?

In the distance, Xiahou Mobing rushed like crazy.

Faster, faster, faster, closer, faster.

It's close, it's almost there, Cher, wait for me.

The speed has been increased to the extreme, and in the pouring rain, only the black figure can be seen, like a ghost, slashing and rushing.

Hands were raised high towards the falling figure, as if that was his whole world, and that was a qiē that he absolutely wanted to grasp.

The blood-red figure flew down in the air.

The rain became heavier and heavier, but it seemed like 10,000 years for a moment.

The air, at this moment, was almost frozen.

The blood-red figure flew down, towards the rocky mountain stream.

"Cher." Xiahou Mobing, who was hundreds of miles away, didn't have time to think about it, half of his body leaned out of the mountain stream, and his raised palm grabbed at the falling Murong Xue fiercely.

Hearing a crisp tearing sound, Xiahou Mobing grabbed a trace of Murong Xue's shirt in his hand, which was completely stained red with blood.

The placket fluttered in his fingertips, and the owner of the placket fell towards the bottomless black mountain stream without any resistance.

"No... Cher's ...... "is like a crazy lone wolf's vast cry of blood for the loss of his lover, rippling out of the mountains, in this dark rain curtain, straight up to the sky."

The valley reverberates, overlapping and lingering.

"Cher, Cher......" ethereal and sad.

Seeing Murong Xue flying down towards the mountain stream with Xiahou Mobing's fingers, the fingers covering Qiyue's chest were unconsciously clenched.

The face that was already bloodless was even more pale at this time.

The figure slowly slid down and sat down on the ground.

She was still a step too late.

There was a hollowness in her cold eyes, she never thought that the powerful Xue'er would hurt this situation, she never thought about it.

It's all her fault, if she hadn't walked away, if she had been here watching, if she hadn't been separated by Cher, wouldn't the ending be different? It's a pity that if not.