"How did this happen?" He Yuting looked at Erlang Zhenjun blankly.

"Even so, you still want Peony to live?" Erlang Zhenjun asked the key point at once.

He Yuting couldn't answer. She still remembers the pitiful appearance of the peony in the Dihua harem, and also remembers the high-spirited appearance of the peony in the Tianweeping Forest. The thought of having half of the remnant soul of her loved one in that body made her understand why she couldn't let go of Peony. However, let her watch Jiro Zhenjun kill Peony, or watch Peony kill Jiro Zhenjun?

"Is there no other way?" He Yuting asked bitterly, "Even if it has been divided into two halves, can't it coexist?" ”

The expression on Jiro Zhenjun's face was disappointed and angry, and he clenched his fists tightly, as if he would reach out and slap him at any moment.

"Erlang, what if it's me? If my soul were divided into two pieces, would you kill one me and complete the other? The question is almost the same as "my mother and daughter-in-law fell into the water together, which one should I save first?"

"Jiuxiao Xuan, your soul has been incomplete in your previous life, so you can get involved in this world that only contains remnant souls. And me? He stretched out his hand and pointed to the tip of his nose, and his whole body was full of uncontrollable shivers. Erlang Zhenjun couldn't make a sound for a while, and when he finally restrained his surging emotions, he could only say hatefully: "I did it myself." After speaking, he didn't want to look at He Yuting more, turned around and brushed his sleeves away.

"Wait, Jiro!" He Yuting chased after him. She chased Jiro Zhenjun into the woods by the lake. There are still two or three remaining red-named mobs in the forest. As soon as the two of them approached the circle of hatred, the mob grabbed it with its teeth and claws. All of them were shot by Erlang Zhenjun, who was walking in front, and they were killed with one shot. He Yuting was shocked. She still has a lingering flaw, and when she was Assasin, she didn't have the experience of Erlang Zhenjun to pick her head off with one blow. If he came to such a hand in the Temple of Obtaining Flowers, would he still need to spend energy fighting as a team? There is simply no need. The head is gone, and tens of thousands of blood are not falling down at a speed that is visible to the naked eye, and they can see the bottom like a water storage tower that has not closed the gate.

There is a perception that is quietly shifting. As if when the memories of her past life awoke from the beginning, this swordsman game world gradually blackened, deflecting into another unpredictable trajectory of fate.

He Yuting swallowed her saliva, rushed to the front of Erlang Zhenjun, and stretched out her hand to stop people. "Erlang, how many things else I don't know?" She plucked up the courage to look at Jiro Zhenjun.

"There's so much you don't know!" Jiro Zhenjun frowned impatiently and reached out to push her away.

He Yuting took two steps back, and watched him pass by in a daze, she asked in a low voice: "So you and Peony fight to the death, is it really just for a wisp of remnant soul?" There was a hint of slackness in his tone, but a voice in his heart quietly breathed: It's not for me. In that case, why put me in the middle! The voice whispered again: It's not because of me that you're fighting to the death.

Erlang Zhenjun stopped, put his hand on a branch, and immediately broke the bare branch in two. "You think it's just for a scrap of soul? How long have I waited and how much effort I have spent searching for that remnant soul! He turned his head and glared at He Yuting menacingly, there was still a line of blood around his eyes, and he looked like he had a sense of bewitchment. He hated her for speaking lightly, and a fierce aura that he couldn't bear suddenly burst out at this time, frightening He Yuting to take a step back. Jiro rarely gets angry with her. Seeing him angry at this time, it was only then that people suddenly realized his identity in his previous life - the young master of the Jade Fox Immortal Clan. Although the Jade Fox is an orthodox immortal cultivator in the Heavenly Realm, it is also the second in terms of the ability to confuse people, and no one dares to claim to be the first. Even if the Jade Fox Immortal Clan doesn't do anything, there are often people who are so fascinated by their beauty that they can't help themselves. At first, the queen mother suspected that she was confused and lost her mind for a while, so she was clamoring to get married, so she refused to agree to the marriage. It wasn't until the Emperor of Heaven learned that the Demon Realm was wooing the Jade Fox Clan, and that the combat power of the Jade Fox Clan could both assist the Lord of the First Realm and subvert the Imperial Court of the First Realm at that time, so he hurriedly nodded and agreed to the marriage. At that time, she thought that it was the beginning of happiness in life, but she did not expect it to be the beginning of a great tragedy.

Thinking about the past and the present, He Yuting inexplicably felt a burst of sadness - her love has never been simple and sincere, even if she is single-minded, there are always such and such side branches and leaves mixed in. Last time it was a scourge in the heavenly realm, but this time it is the remnants of the soul? Her tranquil idyllic world is shattered by the truth.

He Yuting looked at Erlang Zhenjun in front of her, and counted the distance between the two in her heart. It's just a difference between a hundred steps and eighty steps, but it's like a moat that can't be crossed. For a moment, she felt remorseful, her limbs were so tired that she couldn't lift them, and she couldn't help but wonder if she hadn't forced that marriage in her previous life, it would have been better?

Erlang Zhenjun suddenly moved—he raised a spear and stabbed it fiercely. He Yuting was stunned, and her mind was blank. It's just arguing about the importance of a wisp of remnant souls—although he attaches great importance to the reorganization of souls—and although He Yuting also knows that his insistence on the coexistence of the two is obviously vexatious and cruel to the woman's benevolence—but is it necessary to stab him with a gun? Is it necessary to meet each other? He Yuting was angry for a while, but when she closed her eyes, she heard a short scream mixed with the strong wind in her ears. She hurriedly opened her eyes, only to see that the red-named monster that had been swept in two by the spear was slowly disappearing at close range. In the next second, she was pulled into a familiar embrace, and the warm body temperature was ironed against the slightly cool body. "Why are you still so alert!" Erlang Zhenjun roared, "You didn't even react when the little monster came so close!" ”

Through the hard armor, you can hear the sound of his strong and rapid heartbeat.

He Yuting stuck to his chest armor, tears streaming out of his eyes. She wept bitterly at first, then turned to soft sobs after a moment.

Erlang Zhenjun sighed as if she had no rut, patted her on the back awkwardly, and stopped her sobbing after crying.

"I'm sorry." He Yuting apologized quietly.

"You don't need to apologize." Erlang Zhenjun hugged her, looking through the dense forest leaves at the rippling scales outside. "It's just my own fault."

He Yuting's tears flowed down his chest armor. "I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

"I'm sorry ......"

The rest of the time was spent in such intermittent apologies and continuous hugs.

"Xuan, if you see Peony again, don't stop me, okay?"

He Yuting couldn't answer.

After a moment of silence, Erlang Zhenjun smiled. He asked in a different way: "If Peony kills me, will you cry?" He Yuting cried bitterly.