"Relief? She didn't deserve to die, so why should she be freed? This qiē was forced by you, and you forced her to death. The man put his hands on his forehead, closed his eyes, and raised his head to the blue sky.

"No one can persecute her, Xia'er wants to die, and no one can stop her." The ghostly breath is cold and cold, and the beautiful eyes are full of flashy vicissitudes.

The world is impermanent, the clouds gather and disperse, and a cause arises, and things are man-made, not the destiny of heaven as people say.

Through the thin mist, the sound of long, long breathing exudes tension.

"Actually, when Xia'er was very young, she didn't want to live in this world........."

Breathing suddenly and rapidly, with a silent noise, Donghuang Mo's eyes were split, blood surging out, and a terrifying wave surged around him, and the black whirlpool gathered more and more, and at this moment, it tilted down like a surf.

The handsome and peerless face was hidden in the darkness, and the side face exposed to the air was slightly haggard.

"What are you talking about......" The voice was a little trembling, the tone was muddy, revealing a bit of desolation.

"It wasn't you who killed Xia'er, nor me, but what you did push her into the abyss of death." The purple eyes were a little cold, and the cold and deep gaze fell on him, making him suddenly cold.

He'd seen him for a long time, and if he hadn't been so gloomy as he was now, so gloomy that he could make anyone feel the breath of death, little by little.

"No....... No....... ”

"You're still so columsy, you don't deserve to let Xia'er treat you as a brother, and you don't deserve Xia'er not to kill you." The man who had always been silent erupted like a volcano.

"It's me who doesn't deserve it, are you worthy? If it weren't for the fact that you didn't love Xia'er, Xia'er wouldn't be loveless. ”

"Dongmo, you animal--life."

"You dare to scold this king."

As soon as the words fell, the two fought, flying from the ground to the sky, and from the sky to the ground.

The black breath and the white breath are entwined, indistinguishable from each other.

The black-clothed man in mid-air sneered, "Now that the strength of this king is not below you, I'm afraid you won't be able to win against me." ”

There was a crack on the beautiful face, and the black Ling Ran's momentum was permeating, "If you are powerful, you can really dominate the world?" But you can't even protect your own woman? When called a coward? ”

The arrogant expression of the man in black suddenly tightened, and the pain widened slightly, revealing the meaning of pain.

The strong dominate the world, the strong, but is there enough ability to protect the woman they love?

Strong, originally the person in her heart, but now, she is away from him forever,

So how about this powerful body?

Everything is ready, only the east wind is owed, and now, Hongyan has gone.

Yes, yes, in the end, even if he has what he can do in the world, he will be lonely and lonely for a lifetime.

Others laughed at him for being too crazy, but he only said that he couldn't see through it.

"Is it really worth it to dominate the world, but to be the only one, but to bear thousands of infamy, and to lose the love of your beloved?"

He knew that in his heart, women and the world were equally important, and he had been deceiving himself, and his abilities were strong enough to have both at the same time.

But he forgot that a woman is not a thing, she is alive, has a soul, and has boiling blood.

What's more, that ice and snow are smart and can see through a delicate woman, whose heart is higher than the sky, how could she choose such a man.

In the end, I'm afraid that everyone will be disappointed.

The fireworks rained, the smoke stained tears, and in the end, she sacrificed her life to gamble for the last time.

found out that he was so stupid, stupid enough to think that the man who was full of lies would really love her, love her so much that he could give up the whole world for her.

This may be the last chance she gave him.

It's just, Xia'er, this man is really not worth it, and it's not worth it for you to pay your heart wrong.

"Actually, the person Xia'er really loves is you." The faint one is like a piece of smoke blowing, and the light one will soon dissipate.

"What did you say?" I didn't seem to hear clearly, so I asked in amazement.

"The person Xia'er likes is you, and it has always been you." It is still a calm word, but it exudes a terrifying and suffocating atmosphere.

No, it can't be, how could Xia'er like him, it can't be. He took a few steps back in a panic, fear, panic took over his head, and he seemed to have fallen into an infernal hell.

I never thought that the woman who was high up would like him, and he didn't beg for even a hint of pity, he just wanted to get her people.

Feng Jiutian was also taken aback, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes at random.

Then two people, both of whom are so proud, love each other and contradict each other.

She finally understood, and finally, the woman next to the pear blossom tree witnessed this qiē, panicked and lonely figure.

As fate would have it, it was obviously her and the man who first met, in this life, two men who have always loved him very much.

Two men she loves deeply, one is as close as a brother and the other is like a lover, and she needs love in that lonely voice.

In the end, she hurt one of them, and even if he forgave her, she could never forgive herself again, and was deeply in self-reproach.

At that moment, she saw that the man she loved was so affectionate to a woman, and she may have been a little relieved.

The pain, what can be, is that she was used by her beloved and did an irreparable wrong.

Happiness, the man who was hurt by her finally got her own happiness, she really might be able to leave, with a beautiful pupil of heavy nostalgia and sadness, it seems that she can see through a qiē, but it is so desolate.

Panicked and heartbroken, the man who loved her before left her and turned to another woman so intimately, so who would be so good to her.

That's her, so entangled that it was distressing, and finally under the persecution of the man she loved, she finally sacrificed herself in despair.

That smile, desolate and desperate, maybe she finally got the answer, if she lost to her, could she get him back.

Feng Jiutian sighed deeply, if she lived one more carve, that woman was so stubborn, she couldn't tolerate a trace of sand in her eyes, maybe she should be stupid, then, she was so beautiful, she would definitely be alive now.

If you stay a little longer, you may see the present scene, and you may regret it.

"Are you lying to me?" There was a hint of sharpness in his dark eyes like a deep pool.

"Why did the deity lie to you?" He snorted coldly and continued, "You are not worthy of Xia'er, Xia'er treats you so sincerely, but you ....... ”

His expression was completely broken, and his face turned pale.

After a pause, Yan Yeming continued, "She gave you a chance, if you want the world or her, unfortunately, what you did really disappointed the deity. ”