A smiling lotus face appeared in front of Sumire Tea. This Jiaohe has been humiliated and suffered, but they are all laughing. But now, her heart is broken, her blood has condensed, there will never be such pain, let alone such a smile.

Thinking of this, Sumire Tea's heart was like a knife: "Whether Sister He died unexpectedly, whether she can escape or not, there is heaven's will to decide!" No one has the right to judge! Why should he come against the sky? What's more, he not only went against the sky, but also killed her! ”

Zhuo Yun shook his head again and again: "Ah Long is not going against the sky, it is really a last resort. ”

Sumire tea hurt to the bone marrow: "Ah Yun forgot that night? He hurt her like that, when the real people and gods were angry, it was really lawless! In my opinion, he has been planning for a long time, and he is taking this opportunity to cut off the fetters in his heart, just to never suffer in the future! ”

Zhuo Yun was silent, and only after a while did he whisper: "You're right, Sumire Tea." He is known as the god of war, and if he wants to win a hundred battles, he must be carefree. So, subconsciously, he wanted to shoot her. So far, he is heartbroken, not because he loves her and loves her, but because he is extremely remorseful and hateful, and he can't extricate himself. ”

Sumire Tea was indignant: "Although he is his god of war and the life or death of his sister, he has no right to decide!" She is extremely smart, and she may not be afraid of any Zhuo Xing! If he doesn't make a move, she can escape! He's the culprit! He's the culprit! Now I shed a few crocodile tears and want to atone for my sins? ”

Zhuo Yun said miserably: "Sumire tea, why are you so extreme? As soon as the little lady dragon died, Ah Long was already in the infernal hell. His pain is beyond the reach of anyone. ”

Sumire Tea was extremely sad and indignant: "Is he in the Infernal Hell? Hell is hell, how can it be compared with death? The most terrible thing in this world is not purgatory! It's a death! It's gone! It's barren! In this world, no matter how noble or lowly, no matter how happy, no matter miserable, as long as there is still a little life, who wants to die? But who lives in the world has not gone to hell? No one is willing to give up their only life because they are afraid of hell! He ruined her only life! Even if he goes to hell, what is the use? Can you wake her up? Will she be able to give her back the rest of her precious life? ”

Zhuo Yun's expression was gloomy: "I know that Ah Long is very affectionate and loves her to the extreme, if he can wake her up, he would rather give the rest of his life." ”

Sumire tea scoffed: "Where is this love?" He's sister is beautiful and intelligent, which makes him unable to extricate himself. If he is unwilling and wants to remove the fetters and shield his emotions as much as possible, how can he innocently torture and kill? ”

Zhuo Yunliang was speechless for a long time, and said in dialect for a long time: "Sumire tea, I ask myself, in that situation, Ah Long is really passive." If it were me, I wouldn't be ruthless at all, and it would be impossible to defeat the Wu army. Ah Long was able to create a miracle, and the Wu army he killed was defeated. He is the god of war, enough to go down in history, how respectable? You can't blame him too much. If you hate him, you might as well hate me. The little lady of the dragon has hatred under the spring, and she also came to me. Actually, I'm the one who started it. ”

Morning and evening, joy, anger and sorrow, the cycle of life and death, never ends. The sky turned from bright to ink, the wind roared, the cold rain drifted away, the clouds wept, and the fog was miserable.

Ah Long was exhausted and collapsed on the couch, his hands still clinging to Qinghe. In his sleep, he only felt the pain of the hard man, and he turned over with great effort, and then he woke up: it turned out to be her slingshot that hit him.

The slingshot, she clutched tightly in her hand, desperately holding on, just as he refused to let go of her.

He stared at each other, Wuji sentimental: "She never forgot the slingshot until she died." Come to think of it, that is her most beloved, and she would rather die than throw it away. ”

Her face was so pale, bloodless, almost transparent, like a white lotus, let the rain blow and the wind, let the flowing water shuttle, only silence, just sink, only sinking.

The flowing years like water, the light like arrows, can no longer retain the fragrance of her moment, and can no longer leave her momentary tactfulness.

She was immersed in dreams, the heat burning her chest, the ice freezing the back of her heart. This devastation was not enough, and another wail came, so heavy, so terrifying.

Oh! It turned out to be the Grim Reaper! Old acquaintances! He is unpredictable, forward and backward, left and right, up and down, far and near, big and small, dark and bright, he has only one thing as before, that is: extremely cold!

In pain and cold, she fell into the hell of death, and was suffocated all around. It was rising and falling in the darkness, and suddenly a ray of light flashed in the distance. What is that? Big and bright? Oh, those are Aaron's eyes, like the brightest star.

Aaron reached out a pair of hands and hugged her into his arms. His embrace was so solid, so warm, enough to give her hope for life.

Death is gone, hell is gone, and the door of hope is approaching.

She whispered in her heart: "Aaron! ”

But she doesn't understand, she has hope, why is Aaron desperate? Listen, his voice is like weeping, and the long song is like crying:

"Qinghe, I watched as my hand cleaved out my sword and pierced your heart. Where am I to kill you? It's clearly killing myself!

At that moment, I suddenly realized: because you are carrying the "blue wolf and white deer", I suspect that you are a spy of the enemy country. Because I have no good intentions towards you, I am innocently angry with you.

I'm so stupid! The moment I split the sword, I was enlightened. If you were born in Northern Tartar, how could you smile so spotlessly? How can you laugh so distractingly? How can you smile so brightly? If you love Bo Win, how can you have no mustard and invite me to Nanyu with you? If you want to win, how can you look at me like that, as obsessed as I am?

I was clearly blinded and confused by ignorant prejudice, senseless ambition, and ruthless jealousy, and I would have slashed that sword!

At that moment, I lied to myself and said that I was only doing that to save the lotus.

Heaven and earth are unfair, and it is too late to regret! Now, you're dead, I'm still alive!

Sumire tea is right, I am the culprit, I am the culprit! I'm the one who keeps you dead! Holding you like this, I'm not as good as a beast at all!

No! You are finally quiet, finally willing to let me hold me, and finally willing to listen to me. I thought I had time to hurt you. I thought I had patience waiting for you.

How do I know? You don't have time, you won't let me hurt. You're even more impatient and won't let me wait. If you don't have good patience, why are you lying like this? Don't you hate? Didn't you hate me before you closed your eyes? Wake up and get revenge!

I know that you want to go home, the first time you met, you were lame and smiling, and you just wanted to cross thousands of mountains, wade through thousands of waters, and return home as soon as possible. When you wake up, let's trek through the mountains and rivers together, cross the north and south of the river, enjoy the lakes and mountains, go to the end of the cape, and return to your home in Nanyu.

I know you like to dance, the second time we met, you were dancing "Puxia Cang", your sleeves were cloudy and rainy, and your Luo skirt was swaying. When you wake up, we will personally stroke the piano for you, make music for you, pluck the strings for you, and let your dance resonate with heaven and earth, and shine with the sun and the moon.

I know you like to play, and the third time we met, you were like a little fish, swimming in Wuli Lake. Your arms, gently and slowly; Your feet, your taps. When you wake up, let's go to the Yangtze River, the East China Sea, and the South Seas, sail on a warship, and chase the light in the waves.

Yes, your heart is pierced by me; Your lungs, shot through by me. You'll never wake up again, and you'll never call me "Aaron" again. You have been so seriously injured that you have long hated it and will never forgive you again. Don't say you, it's me, can I forgive?

Qinghe, I don't ask for forgiveness, I just want to never give up, no matter the vicissitudes of the world, no matter the Huangquan Road.

Qinghe, I know that you love to sing in the wind, I composed a song and sang it to you:

The lotus is green, and it is in the clouds. The wind, the neon clothes. It is also stopped, happy and loved.

The green of the lotus, in the tomb of Zhibi. The shape of Pianpiao, picking tea is long. It is also stopped, worried and painful.

The lotus is green, and it is in the water. Mu Mu's body, swimming in the carp dream. also saw the stop, happy and embraced.

The lotus is green, and the wind is in the wind. The soul of the secluded, the fragrance is gone. It is also stopped, sad and heartbroken. ”

The voice was like a dream, like a shadow, and it has always been haunting my ears. This warm voice really scared away the cold death.

You see, the Grim Reaper hovers at the tent door, and no matter how much he changes, no matter how painfully he decides, he hesitates to move forward, he does not dare to approach.