People with good personalities don't lose their temper, but they start tantrums to scare people to death. A woman who is smart and not good at expressing love does not speak lightly about love, but when she really confides in her heart, she can move everyone.

Nangong Siying is such a woman. She is smart, she is capable, she can speak well, but she is also good at hiding, and she never reveals her heart to others lightly. She kept everything in her heart, just like she said when she sued Ye Pu at the time.

"Husband, if you have something to hide in your heart in the future and feel tired, you can sue me, and I will help you hide it."

She never said a word of "love" to Ye Pu, and she didn't even say a simple "like". She hid her love for Ye Pu and her liking for him in her heart, and took practical actions.

There will always be a day when the continuous giving of feelings will overflow, and we will be forced by each other's lives, perhaps because we see too many unrealistic hopes.

A woman who doesn't like to talk about love, after spending a long time with her, you will see everything she does for you, but slowly stop taking it to heart. Everything she does for you will slowly go from being touched to a habit and then to being taken for granted. You won't remember her good, but you will flock to the so-called sweet words of women outside.

This is the love of a turn. In your continuous journey, you may no longer care about her well-being, but when you are free, you will always find that she is still silently doing something for you, waiting behind you.

At this moment, Nangong Siying is no longer a goddess who is high above and does not eat fireworks in the world, but has become a poor woman who is worried that her beloved will die because of herself. Every tear she took, every hoarse cry, every gripping and touching word pierced everyone's hearts.

The Sword Emperor's heart was also slightly shaken, he knew that he was personally killing the most beautiful marriage in the world, but he didn't have any other way.

From the very beginning, he and Ye Pu stood on opposite sides, and the ending of the endless death had already been predicted. If he doesn't kill the other party today, he will definitely be retaliated against by the other party endlessly. Once a person chooses the team he stands on in this life, then there is no room for regret.

Maybe it's because Nangong Siying's heartfelt words touched everyone, maybe it's because of the trace of sadness in this scene, in short, everyone is immersed in this atmosphere.

Suddenly, Nangong Siying stretched out her hand and grabbed the Aogu Sword. The sharp blade of the sword quickly cut her white palm, and the blood quickly gushed out.

Under the shocked eyes of everyone, Nangong Siying slashed at her delicate neck with the sword in her hand.

Syllable.

An irresistible energy surged over the sword's body, instantly flicking Nangong Siying's hand away.

It can be said that the Sword Emperor's sudden action rescued Nangong Siying from the Ghost Gate. He secretly rejoiced, fortunately, after he noticed the abnormality, he didn't pause to make a move. If her movements were a little slower, she would have lost her fragrance.

The Sword Emperor didn't really care about Nangong Siying's life or death, he was worried about Ye Pu's actions. If this girl dies under her own sword, the words she induced just now will be in vain. Then next, he will face this kid's crazy revenge, and at that time, it must be too late.

"Why are you stopping me?" Nangong Siyingjiao shouted, "You want to figure out that I will make my husband commit suicide, it's just a fool's dream." I'm not going to let you get your way. ”

After that, Nangong Siying immediately had to make the next step of resistance. The Sword Emperor smiled faintly and gently touched a certain acupuncture point on Nangong Siying's back, and in an instant, Nangong Siying lost her ability to move.

"Old man, what have you done to me?" Nangong Siying felt as if she had been spelled by this old man, she could still breathe and even speak, but she couldn't move.

"I'm just keeping you safe, that's all." The Sword Emperor still had a non-salty tone.

Lin Yinghao knew that Nangong Siying liked Ye Pu, but he didn't know that she would like it so much, and even sacrificed his life for him. He knew that he had lost, and he had lost as a matter of course, and he had lost too much.

Is there really such a thing as love in this world? Is it true that it can make two people love each other, and even one can die for the other?

At some point, the cold wind has slowly crept up. He was hunched up, blood was still spilling from his mouth, and his cold face was no longer handsome, but it added an alternative beauty. It is not easy for him to stand up, and it can be said that it is impossible for him to walk to Ye Pu's side.

He listened to the words of the Sword Emperor word for word, and also listened to the words of his senior brother and Nangong Siying. Regarding love, he doesn't understand and doesn't need to understand. He only knew that the woman cared about her senior brother very much, and she could die for her senior brother, and he could do it, of course, all the time.

Leng Feng can now be said to be a free man, and the sword demon that injured him is no longer by his side, and has run to a place not far from Ye Pu. And Lin Yinghao and the others in the other place also paid all their attention to Nangong Siying's body, and they didn't notice the cold wind at all.

They also knew that the beautiful man who was injured by the Sword Demon would not pose a threat to them, not because they underestimated the cold wind, but because they believed in the Sword Demon.

In fact, at the moment before Nangong Siying was about to commit suicide, Leng Feng had already thought of committing suicide. I live for that man, if he dies, then what's the point of living? And he still died to save himself, which is unacceptable to the cold wind.

If it weren't for that man, he would have starved to death on the streets ten years ago, his life was given by him, he saved himself countless times, why did he save himself at the end of his life? I am a cheap life, what is there to be sorry for? I have been living for a long time because of that man. I want to escort him, this is my mission.

He should have died, and if his death could make him leave all his burdens behind, then he would not hesitate to make a decision on his own. But isn't that the case? Even if he died, he still couldn't let the senior brother leave his burden.

Leng Feng knew that he and Senior Brother risked their lives to rescue that woman was the most critical person in the whole matter, and for that woman, Senior Brother could not even care about his own life. And Leng Feng also knew that there were no more than two women in the world who could wake up the senior brother from the black pupils.

One is his senior sister Yuechan, and the other is the woman in front of him. This woman has not been in contact with the senior brother for a long time, and she can do this in a short period of time, which is enough to show how important a position she occupies in the heart of the senior brother?

Leng Feng was selfish, he hoped that the woman would die under the old man's sword, then the senior brother would have a great hope of surviving this battle. How powerful is the black pupil? Even that person would choose to avoid it.

But the woman didn't die, so what happened next? Will Ye Pu die? This is the main concern of the cold wind.

"Boy, have you thought about my construction? Trade the death of one of you for the lives of both of them. There was a hint of a smile on the Sword Emperor's calm face.

"Ye Pu, I beg you, don't you do it according to his requirements, okay? Ying'er, please. If you die, how will you let Ying'er live? My father is dead, and you are the one I love the most, will you leave me? Don't you be so good, okay? Come over and kill Ying'er, it's a kind of happiness to die in the hands of the person you love the most. Remember, in the next life, you must remember to marry me. Nangong Siying cried.

The emaciated body actually began to tremble at this moment. She was scared, really scared.

Ye Pu glanced up at Nangong Siying with his dark eyes, and then lowered his head again.

"I die, you live." Ye Pumu said solemnly.

After saying this, Ye Pu remained silent again. Just when the Sword Emperor was about to remind this kid again, Ye Pu moved.

The short knife in his hand, which was only twenty centimeters long, was raised high and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Don't!" Nangong Siying cried.

"Ah......" Nangong Siying cried loudly, and soon her voice could no longer make any sound.

"Big brother!" The cold wind roared.

Because Ye Pu's actions were too sudden, Leng Feng's hoarse shout was too hard, causing his body to fall heavily on the lawn. After this heavy fall, he was already seriously injured, and he was already dying.

But he still opened his eyes tenaciously and stared at Ye Pu, who was stabbing his body with a knife not far away. If anyone present had noticed the cold wind, he would have noticed two lines of hot tears overflowing from the cold eyes of the cold wind.

The sharp blade pierced through his black coat and white shirt to his inner abdomen, and the bright red and steaming blood overflowed from the blade of the short knife, and soon his palm, which had already been wrapped in blood and even somewhat coagulated, was dyed red again, and fell on the grass like a rapid raindrop, and soon the green lawn was dyed red with blood like a stream.

"Ye Pu, what are you doing...... Woo woo woo ......" Nangong Siying cried.

He really did, really did. If he dies, he himself will not live.

The blood-stained dagger was pulled out again, bringing out the blood that had long been unbearable in the body.

Swish.

Blood gushed out from the knife hole in the abdomen.

Ye Pu raised the knife again, and the blade of the knife did not pass the top of his head, and he stabbed himself in the abdomen again fiercely. As if the person he stabbed with a knife was not himself.

The khaki slacks were already stained with blood, and the blood of the meadow stream had merged into a quagmire, and the blood gushing out of the body was pouring down like a flood of unbridled blood. The green grass stained red by blood was already soaked in the pool of blood at this time. (PS: Can you subscribe to a few chapters?) Even if it's a little comfort to fate. Since the book was on the shelves, fewer and fewer people have read it. You're all gone, who is fate to write a book to? You can read a lot of chapters for a dollar, can you give some encouragement? ）