In the face of death, his beloved, her obsession, was powerless.

Her heartbeat and breathing had to fade out in her dying. Her smile and mischievism had to disappear in her near death.

In the moments before she died, did she ever lower her eyes, look at her foreheart, and be shocked through a cold needle? Does she hurt? Does she hate it?

In the moment before she died, did she ever look up and see her blood rushing from the bloody hole? Red as a spring flower, as hot as the summer sun, as hot as an autumn fire, as bright as a winter rainbow?

No one will know that she struggled with her remaining strength, spelled out a weak breath, and said a heartfelt sentence: "People are not as good as heaven!" What's more, he was born unlucky! ”

No one would know that before she could sigh again, she fell off the cliff, hung upside down on the southeast branch, closed her starlight eyes, and passed away suddenly.

But he could see that the cold needles passed through his chest, the flesh and bones were frozen, and the blood was cold. The skin is as white as jade, and it is almost transparent due to blood loss.

He could see that her eyes were closed and silent. The blood stained her clothes, washed the green grass, and soaked the earth, but her body could not be transferred.

All of this is his fault.

Ah Long stared at her blankly, and felt even more uncertain: "The one I love the most in my heart, isn't it you?" Isn't it you who I should protect the most? Why am you dead while I am alive? ”

When night fell, the scarlet blood color turned into pitch black night, and transformed into her dark and bright eyes. She had bright eyes and took away the last trace of his love. She slept forever, leaving him with a lifetime of pain.

Suddenly, he suddenly shouted with a heart-rending voice: "Pothos! ”

The tragic echo reverberated between the valleys, one after another, and endured.

Jin Shuo, silver shield, guarding the side, heroes choke.

Countless warriors couldn't help but look sideways, and it was even more incredulous: their righteous leader, their commander who worshiped the gods, and the god of war they worshipped, why did they ignore their prestige, holding a corpse, and put themselves in the mud, with only sadness on their faces.

The majesty of the commander, the courage of the leader, and the aura of the god of war are all gone in the pain.

At that moment, how sluggish was the morale of the Shu army? How shattered are the ideals of the Shu army? They don't know why they're fighting! They don't know who they're fighting for! They don't know if they're going to fight! They don't know if they need to fight again!

There is no such god of war in the world! Absolutely nothing! There shouldn't be! There won't be any more!

Zhuo Yun, Sumire Tea, Mantuo, and Zhuo Mu heard the news and galloped from Fairy Ridge.

Zhuo Yun was shocked, jumped off his horse, and galloped to Ah Long's side, his eyes were hazy with tears: "It's all my ...... to blame!" Aaron......! I promised you ......! But he failed to keep his promise......! ”

Mantuo's face was as pale as snow, his knees trembled, standing beside Ah Long, not knowing whether he was panicked or frightened, and his voice burst into tears: "People can't be resurrected after death...... General Long's Day mourns ......! "Her people, her words, are meaningless, and no one will delve into the truth and falsehood.

Zhuo Mu was silent, just glared at his beloved wife, as if to say: "Close the crow's mouth, you broom star!" ”

Whenever there is a big battle, Doctor Yan is a guest in the army, and now he is also personally invited by Zhuo Yun to Ah Long's camp.

The joy of her own life is simple and cute, just like a girl, but now she is frowning and old-fashioned.

Looking at the dying Qinghe, she shook her head again and again, and finally her face was full of sorrow: "The cold needle pierces the heart-lung diaphragm!" Bloodline is lost! Needless to say, excessive blood loss, even the cold maple on this needle is highly poisonous, and it is helpless. Now, even the Daluo Immortal has no power to return to the sky, and he only has ....... ”

She wanted to say: "It's only the only thing to arrange for the future." However, seeing that Ah Long's liver and intestines were broken, his heart couldn't help but follow him into the sea of innocence. When the words come to the mouth, I can't say them.

Ah Long turned a deaf ear, but did everything he could to heal Qinghe.

Qi Yan was shocked, and quietly pulled Zhuo Yun out of the account, and told the truth: "The little lady's injury is that Hua Tuo is alive, and he has no skills to return to the sky." I'm only worried that Ah Long will die sooner or later, regardless of life or death! ”

Zhuo Yun was in a hurry when he heard this, took Sumire Tea, and hurried back to the account, just wanting to stop it with all his might.

Unexpectedly, Zhuo Yun spoke to Ah Long, but he didn't answer at all. He had lost human sense, could not hear human voices, could not see human form. I only know that I can hold the green lotus in my arms and do my best.

Zhuo Yun mourned, stood for a long time, and had no choice but to join hands with Sumire Tea and slowly retreat.

Outside the tent, Zhuo Yun quietly ordered: "Divine doctor, the widow knows Ah Long's temperament very well. At this time, it is "the lotus is born and the dragon is born, and the lotus is dead and the dragon is dead." "We must do everything we can to give the little lady another life. Therefore, what Aaron wants to do is up to him first. ”

Qi Yan looked at the small person and said in a big tone: "By his nature? How can that work? Better a finger off than always aching! How can you pay for a little goblin and another Aaron? ”

Zhuo Yun nodded with tears in his eyes: "The divine doctor is reasonable, the dead are long, but the living have to live." I also asked the divine doctor to take care of Ah Long. If Aaron passes, the widow will not be able to live in this life! ”

Qi Yan frowned: "This matter is not urgent, wait for me to think of a perfect plan." ”

In Jiudi Mountain, Zhuo Yun and his wife walked slowly. The smoke and rain are misty, covering the sky and the earth. The fog is thick, and the moon is obscured every other day. The rain and fog, black and oppressive, rolled in the air wave after wave. Cold to the bone, ferocious and cold. Like a bloodthirsty monster, it turns life into dead silence; It is like an evil demon that turns heaven into hell.

Sumire Tea endured it for a long time, couldn't hold it anymore, and said quietly: "Ah Yun, she's just a little girl who is ice clear and jade!" Where is the little lady? Don't say that she has a deep enmity with Ah Long, even if she has no grievances, she may not be willing to be his little lady! ”

Zhuo Yun looked at Sumire Tea and vigorously denied it: "Ah Long loves her so much, and she also loves Ah Long deeply, how can she be as deep as the sea?" ”

Sumire Tea sneered and became a blockbuster: "Love her? How can there be such cruel love in the world? Kill your lover with your own hands! ”

Zhuo Yun was speechless, and said silently for a while: "Ah Long is not to blame for this matter, he really has no choice." If you want to blame, you can only blame me, eliminate the evil, and indulge in evil! ”

Sumire tea's tears fell: "He has to do it? How can she be embarrassed! The moment she closes her eyes, she must be hated in her heart! What she hates most in this life and this life must be to die in the arms of the enemy! Now, she's all going to die! How can you be so humiliated! ”

Zhuo Yun was extremely surprised: "Insult her!" What a hero, what a hero, to be loved by him, to be his wife, to be dead, how glorious? ”

Sumire Tea was extremely sad and indignant: "Glory? What is glory? Trade your life for a name? ”

Zhuo Yun was sad for a while: "Sumire tea, I know that you have a deep relationship with her. It's just that Aaron is a lot more heartbroken than you. ”

Sumire Tea laughed miserably: "Sad? I can't see it! Who was he calling? Didn't you hear? It's "pothos"! Not "Green Lotus"! What is he when she is? A stand-in for love, an endorsement for pain? What's the use of grief? Qinghe was willing to take risks, desperately brave, and ran to the Jiudi Mountain battlefield, but he wanted to return to Nanyu, just to get a chance of life! As long as she is given another moment, she will be able to cross the Yama Hall and break through the ghost gate! At this last moment, he shot her with his own hands! Destroy her with your own hands! He shot a little girl who was as clear as a clear spring, as pure as flowing water, bright as stars and moons, and more beautiful than flowers, to death, which was already a great crime! Now he is pretending to be a lover, pretending to be a love saint! She will only be hated by Jiuquan, and she will not be willing to die! ”

Zhuo Yun tried his best to distinguish: "No wonder Ah Long, the arrow is on the string, he has to send it!" Zhuo Xing is really treacherous, and even today, his body has not been found. If he succeeds in his treacherous scheme, the consequences will be unimaginable. At that time, if there was a slight mistake, we would have been a failure. ”

Sumire Tea was extremely distressed, and said angrily: "Ah Long sacrificed his life to fight the enemy, he had to be a last resort, he was admirable, and he could sing and cry." However, she was just an outsider. Why was he so cruel to her? Why did it hit her fatally? Why did you have to put her to death? ”

Zhuo Yun lowered his head and muttered for a long time, his expression was even more gloomy: "Ah Long originally wanted to save him, but in that situation, if there is no miracle, Little Lady Long will definitely die." Aaron would rather take a risk than be coerced! ”

Sumire Tea thought of her best friend, and couldn't help but feel severe pain in her body and mind: "Whether she died unexpectedly, whether she can escape or not, she has the will of heaven to decide!" No one has the right to influence it! Why should he walk for heaven? Besides, where is he walking for the heavens? It is clear that she wants to die! ”