The moment Bai Xuanjue closed his eyes, there seemed to be a sense between heaven and earth, and the fragrance of gardenia wafted in the air, with a faint smell of blood. The fluff on the faces and bodies of all the beasts began to slowly fall off, floating in the air like snowflakes, one after another to reveal the loneliness of death.

There was no trace of joy in people's expressions, and they looked sadly at the man who gave his life for them. Bai Xuanjue's expression actually became ruddy when he died, and the white fluff on his body had fallen clean, he looked very beautiful at this moment, there was no fear of death, and there was no accusation of injustice in the world, he only had peace and stability. There is no weakness, no sadness, and it is extremely gentle in the bosom of the flowers. Bai Tianmo didn't shed any more tears, nor was he sad anymore, his eyes were empty, this only relative had also left, and he wanted to take him back to his hometown. He gently picked up Bai Xuanjue from Hua Cui's arms, Hua Cui didn't have any reaction, just lowered her head in a daze, mourning more than heart death, losing him, her life no longer has any meaning.

Bai Tianmo held Bai Xuanjue's corpse, blood flowed down drop by drop, flowing out of a continuous blood path, and the white fluff fell one after another like countless feathers, like a tragic funeral, which set off Bai Tianmo's loneliness. His voice said coldly, "Let's go, go back to Half Moon Peak!" All the phantom beasts slowly left behind him.

The whole street was still cold and terrifying, and Hua Cui sat in a pool of Bai Xuanjue's blood without saying a word. Zi Mu looked at her quietly, Qingsi's face was still stained with tears, Huo Yinan walked over gently, slashed her with a palm on Hua Cui's neck and knocked her unconscious, picked her up, and the four of them returned to the inn.

"What are we going to do next?" Zimu asked, looking at the flowers on the bed. It's over, and there's no reason to stay any longer.

"When she wakes up, we'll leave. Huo Yinan said, turning his head to look at Zimu. "Go back first, and tell my father that everything is done, and that we will go back in two days." ”

Zi Mou's expression was a little hesitant, but he still agreed: "Okay, I'll go back first, you guys should come back as soon as possible!" After speaking, she turned her head to look at Qingsi, picked up the saber in her hand, and left without looking back.

Qingsi looked at Zimu on the bed, her face was pale, as if she had a serious illness, that kind of despair was a feeling that Qingsi could experience. Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes again. "Fire Wing Nan, you say, will she get better?"

"In the near future, I guess it won't be better, but it will pass. Huo Yinan also said uncertainly, the most painful thing about emotional injury is life and death, the moment he saw Bai Xuanjue die, he was even afraid that Hua Cui would go with him, but, fortunately, such a tragedy did not happen. "Isn't there still a letter written to her by Bai Xuanjue? As he spoke, he took out the letter and placed it gently next to Blossom's pillow.

"Will this letter be useful?" Qingsi asked hesitantly, she was really afraid that the contents of the letter would make Hua Cui even more sad.

"Whether it's useful or not, this is what Bai Xuanjue asked us to give to her before he died, and it can be regarded as fulfilling his wish. Huo Yinan said, gently pulling up Qingsi's sleeve. "Let's go, she needs to be quiet. ”

"Good. Qingsi turned her head to take another look at the unconscious Hua Cui, and left the room with Fire Wing Nan.

She didn't know how long it took for her to wake up, but when she slowly woke up, she found that her pillow was moist, and her heart felt like a piece was missing, empty. She turned her head to look around, it was pitch black, and the man who would hold the lamp for her at night was far away. She forced herself to fall asleep again, unwilling to bear the pain of reality. However, no matter how desperately she tried to let herself not think about anything, she emptied herself. Still, she couldn't sleep. At this time, her head suddenly rested on something, she felt hard, she sniffed lightly with a familiar smell with him, she got up and sat up, and through the faint moonlight she could see the words on it: Cui Er Collect. The familiar font is his. She quickly turned over and sat up, lighting the candle next to the bed. She shuddered softly as she cut the envelope open.

I saw that the font on the letter was still elegantly written: Seeing words is like faces. I love Cui'er, I can't tell you my heart for you, but I must tell you frankly now that I love you, the beauty of the morning dew and the sunset. I'm sorry, but I'm writing to you.

I know that by the time you read this letter, I was dead. I'm sorry, but I can't stay by your side and watch over you for the rest of my life, as I promised. Maybe this is my fate, my existence is to break the prison of this thousand years, I think, before I die, I have told you how to break the way of symbiosis. Please forgive me for being selfish, for the sake of the world to bear you. When I knew that fate had arranged it this way, I had complained about its unfairness and lamented my miserable life, but in the end, I had to accept that if fate was like this, then I could only obey, and obedience was also a way to create beauty.

Are you crying, Cui'er, please don't grieve for me. I am in your heart, and I hope that I will always be your favorite senior brother Xuanjue, and a hero in your heart. I still remember the first time I saw you when I was a child, and I brought it with me for a purpose, but it was you who made me decide to stay forever. Maybe I didn't know love when I was young, I just thought you were cute, I had never seen such a good girl as hopscotch, I wanted to beat her, always jump with her, but in the end I was defeated by you. Born into an unequal environment is our helplessness, but I'm glad I met you. Cui'er, please believe in my unswerving love, please don't cry for me, with our faith, to create an equal life, and not let the tragedy happen again. Please live bravely, with the rest of my unfinished life, and live well.

By the end of the letter, Hua Cui had already cried. In the wrong environment, they meet each other who want to snuggle up forever. She looked at the moon in the sky through the haze of tears, and her pale face seemed to smile at her. "Xuanjue, don't worry, I will definitely live well and take the rest of your life with you. ”