The slender and majestic body stood still, and suddenly knelt straight into the dirt. The long inky hair was wet, and the water droplets were falling down one by one.

"You hate this king so much, you hate it to the point of ruining yourself? You hate this king, you can kill this king with a sword, this king will never fight back, why do you want to attack yourself? How can you bear to do it to yourself? He muttered to himself, a bitter smile on his lips, and the once domineering and arrogant man was now as humble as dirt.

The body in her hand gradually turned into powder, and a beautiful voice floated in the air, and the woman's white clothes fluttered, and there was a smile that could not be hidden between her eyebrows.

"Xia'er, are you smiling at me?" He moved his stiff lips and smiled silly at the woman in the air.

Fluttering like mist, the figure stayed in the air for only a moment before slowly disappearing......

"Xia'er, Xia'er, where are you going? Xia'er. He got up and wanted to follow, but his hands stopped in the air, and he drew for a long time, but he touched only something ethereal.

His eyes were shattered, and all his strength was bloodshot, and he was no longer the high-spirited and arrogant Donghuang Desert he was at the beginning.

The beautiful figure was like a faint cloud of green smoke, and it disappeared in an instant.

The rain became heavier and heavier, breaking through the low-lying mud puddles, destroying the nearby wooden bridges, washing away the muddy mudflows, and the blood-red marks on the ground.

It was only a moment's effort, the rain weakened, a mist floated in the air, and the white lotus petals as bright as the moon scattered in the sky, spinning in mid-air, flying down like a butterfly.

Donghuang Mo seemed to be stunned for a moment, staring blankly at the air, there was no sound for a long time, and he stretched out his hand to catch the crystal clear flower like an ice lotus.

There was a fierce chill in his palm, he looked at the flower in his hand, and smiled slightly, "Xia'er, is it you?" ”

That year, the woman in white smiled like a flower, and she was also so persistent, clenching the arrow in her palm and piercing her heart fiercely.

Ye Soul has roots, he knows that her deity is a cold snow lotus that grows on the icy high ground, and her heart is her root.

And the ice bow was also condensed from thousands of years of ice qi, aimed at her heart, and fiercely, she lost consciousness.

His eyes were hot, if he hadn't stopped her actions in time and took her soul back, it took many years and seventy percent of his magic power to help her combine her broken soul and repair her damaged body, she would not be able to live in this world again.

But now, why, did she end her life like this? He regarded it like a mustard, and he regarded it as a treasure.

Xia'er, I gave you a chance to live, but why did you leave me so quickly?

Don't you hate me? Hate me for using you in the first place, hate me for breaking their previous relationship, hate me for letting you do things that you can't forgive yourself. You should hate me, why at that moment, your arrow was aimed at yourself, not me?

Don't you hate me? Why didn't you kill me with your own hands? Why kill yourself? Why? Why is that?

That year, the mountain where she died was hit by a cold wind, and in an instant it collapsed, turning into a huge iceberg, and the mountains were full of snow lotus.

Just like now, where the silver light is sprinkled, there are ice lotuses that attack people with cold air.

At this moment, his eyes suddenly became hot, his nose was sore, and tears gushed out.

This time he was powerless, unable to save her again, and never had a chance to see her.

The ice and snow are moving, beautiful and refined, and it only takes a look back to make people unforgettable, but she ended herself in such a decisive way.

As soon as I see it, I forget my feelings, and I die like this, and it seems that I can no longer feel it.

"Xia'er, you hate me for killing me, the damned person is not you but me, it's me, it should be me."

"Xia'er, I was wrong, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have used you in the first place, if it wasn't for the original qiē, you wouldn't have died, it's my fault, it's all my fault."

"Xia'er, did you hear what I said? Xia'er ......"

"You said you loved me and your beloved Lord Mozun, and now we are all by your side, but you have left us like this."

"Xia'er, where are you, I want to find you, where are you?"

His ears seemed to remember that sentence that was cold to the bone, with a bit of cold words, and at this moment he seemed to have fallen into an infernal hell.

"If there is no me in this world, or if you can no longer find me, then you will stop from now on and let the world go."

That cold sentence was still in my ears, and the moving ghostly voice revealed the desolation of death.

With lingering ears, the people have gone, and the afterglow of the sunset is sprinkled on the lonely man.

Tiny drops of water rolled on the snow-white petals, like tears, and a rainbow appeared in the sky.

"She's dead." I don't know who it is, but this sentence suddenly woke up the man who was in pain.

"No...... No, she didn't die, Xia'er didn't die, where did you go Xia'er? Don't play with me, don't hide. You don't know you're gone, my heart hurts, and I'm going to die. After a long silence, the man roared like a wolf that had been sleeping for a long time.

"She's not dead, she's definitely not dead, I just heard her talking, she smiled and talked to me." The corners of his thin lips hooked slightly, and his eyes stared at the air in a daze, and there was no sound.

"Death may be her only relief." A clear, magnetic voice rang out, mixed with infinite sadness.

Even Feng Jiutian, who was completely unaware of being a bystander, felt that the woman who was as delicate as snow was persistently and purely looking at a man who could never get and never get close.

The pain is self-evident, but maybe this is not all she has, her love is not selfish, and her clear heart can be seen from those graceful ice eyes.

is arrogant, but so fragile and sensitive, but what she can't see through is why a girl like a flower wants to end her own one so lightly?

Just to let the mad man let the world go?

Relief, how much pain does she still have, those smart eyes are always cold, only when she glimpses her beloved man with other women, she quietly changes.

Sadness, loneliness, shock, panic, and a hint of joy.

What made her completely give up the desire to live.

"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.