Ziyi leaned the scimitar back in her hand, her hand trembling slightly. With such a look, she can no longer do it!

Is fate deliberately playing a joke on people?

Why do you always put such cruel things on her!

"Purple clothes—" Sisi opened his mouth, but did not make a sound. She suddenly grabbed Ziyi's hand hard, with a smile in her eyes. This kind of smile is full of despair, and there is happiness in despair.

It's an incredibly complicated look.

She grabbed Ziyi's hand tightly, forcing Ziyi's hand to approach her little by little!

The body that couldn't lift up a trace of strength didn't know where the perseverance came from, and Ziyi couldn't break free for a while.

"You're Sisi, aren't you?" Ziyi's voice was trembling, and she could feel Sisi struggling in pain.

"It's good to meet you." Sisi opened her mouth, and she didn't know if Ziyi could read what she meant. It's just a small hand that slams hard—

The purple light on the scimitar disappeared instantly, and the scimitar slashed Sisi's throat alive.

The blood donation splashed and blurred the eyes of the purple clothes, making her bright red everywhere she looked.

Sisi's eyes widened, her eyes were puzzled, and there was a little bit of complaint in her incomprehension. But what lies behind the complaint is gratitude.

Her soul was not intact in the first place, and the bigger reason for surviving was that she was united with the soul from hell.

The demon's soul was incomplete because of what Ziyi and Duanmu Kaoru had done at the beginning, and Cao Lanlan's soul was also incomplete.

So they complement each other and make up a complete soul.

There is no one in this world who wants to be gone!

In the face of the possibility of soul dissipation, everyone's heart is afraid!

What's more, she, Sisi, or Cao Lanlan, or Ling Ziyan.

She'd been through it once, and now, for the second time, she was more afraid than anyone else.

A relieved smile rippled at the corner of his lips, and Sisi closed his eyes in Ziyi's arms with satisfaction.

If death is something that cannot be refused, then she would rather her death be able to reflect some due value. At least, now that this body is gone, this reincarnated demon can be regarded as temporarily gone.

And being able to die in the arms of the person you care about the most is also a blessing from cultivation.

Ziyi quietly hugged Sisi like this, didn't speak, just hugged quietly.

She and Duanmu Kaoru sat quietly in this valley like this, looking at Sisi's cold corpse, and sat quietly until dawn.

It wasn't until dawn that Ziyi finally fell asleep in Duanmu Kaoru's arms.

These days, I have experienced too many lives and deaths.

But his heart refused to go numb, and he still felt a tearing pain.

Purple regretted it.

She didn't understand why, no matter what she chose, she would always be greeted with the word "regret"!

Since Bi'er's death, she seems to have fallen into the script of an established tragedy, unable to break free and unable to escape.

Ziyi fell into a dream, a bottomless nightmare.

In her dreams, she couldn't see anything but darkness and falling.

Her throat couldn't make a sound, her limbs couldn't be controlled, and in the end, she could only let her body fall. Endless.

Duanmu Kaoru laid the purple clothes flat in a clean place and buried Sisi's body with his own hands.

He owes too much to this daughter.