Facing the rising sun, Zhang Mu staggered away.

He won't give up.

This is not his strongest strength, he can be stronger, provided that he can find Lou Li.

When he is the strongest, he will come back to Fu Qingyi to have a showdown with Song Bei.

He only hopes that that day will not be too long, and hopes that before that day, Fu Qingyi and Song Bei will still live in this world...

In the yellow sand, Fu Qingyi's body stood proudly, quietly watching Zhang Mu go away.

Suddenly, he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood and fell to his knees.

Although he won in the sword technique, his body was not at all uncomfortable.

But even so, he smiled, very happily and gently.

He loves to win and craves to win, especially in front of the woman he loves.

As long as he remains strong, Wanwan will not give up on him and will not leave him.

Only when he is strong can he better protect Wanwan.

He doesn't want much, it's good to be by his beloved woman's side all the time.

He didn't care much, only Wanwan.

Wheezing, Fu Qingyi breathed a sigh of relief and turned around to look.

There is no familiar face behind him, no familiar shadow.

With a sweep of his gaze, he froze.

In the yellow sand, a woman was lying motionless.

Asleep...

Forcibly pressing the inexplicable uneasiness in his heart, Fu Qingyi staggered, holding the long knife in his hand and slowly came to Xinghuan's side.

I can't feel my breath, I can't feel my heartbeat...

In an instant, he felt as if the whole world had collapsed, like a lightning strike.

Hold the knife and never hug it again.

When the knife is put down, it can no longer be protected.

No matter what the situation was, even when he was asleep, Fu Qingyi never put down the knife in his hand.

However, at this moment, he put down the knife in his hand and held Xinghuan in his arms.

"Wan'er, you're lying to me, aren't you..."muttered softly, Fu Qingyi's face was pale, but he smiled very gently, and stroked the messy hair for the woman in his arms.

But there was no response, no reaction.

Fu Qingyi didn't give up, and his mouth was still babbling.

"Wan'er, it's dawn, it's time to wake up..."

"Wan'er, I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for a long time this time..."

"Wan'er..."

There is no greater mourning than death.

Unconsciously, Fu Qingyi's silver hair turned gray, and there was only a dead silence left in his originally fierce eyes.

He should have thought of it a long time ago, and he should have realized it a long time ago.

Song Bei's knife even he couldn't resist, how could Wanwan stop it.

The reason why he looks like usual is probably to keep him from worrying, and he has been holding on.

He suddenly remembered what Wanwan had said to him yesterday.

"You should live for yourself."

It turned out that it was a farewell word...

Fu Qingyi, who thought he had figured everything out, suddenly smiled, even though he was in pain to the point of heartbreaking, he still smiled very gently.

In fact, Xinghuan didn't die, he just fell asleep.

He has always slept like a dead man, especially after being invincible, and even his breath and heartbeat are lost when he sleeps.

Only this time, because of the mysterious power in Fang Ming's body, Xing Huan slept a little deeper.

At least, even if the world is destroyed at this moment, it will not wake up again.

How long will it sleep, no one knows.

Maybe you will sleep for ten years, maybe a few days, maybe you will wake up the next moment...

The sky was already bright, and Fu Qingyi was still sitting in the yellow sand with Xinghuan in his arms, motionless.

In a trance, Fu Qingyi heard the neighing of horses, and then he felt two familiar people coming to his side.

He didn't look up, he didn't pay attention, but the look in his eyes became darker and darker, and the candle flame representing life in his body seemed to be extinguished at any time.

Liu Bixin and Song Bei are back.

When Xinghuan fell asleep last night, Liu Bi felt the departure of his old enemy in his heart.

She and Wanwan have always had an inexplicable connection.

Last night, that connection was broken, and it would only be broken when one of the two of them died.

Liu Bixin didn't believe that Wanwan would die, so she decided to come back and see what was going on.

She should have come back last night, but the desert was vast, and it was night, so it was difficult to find her way back.

It's not that hard if the connection is still there.

However, the connection was broken, and she could only rely on her memory to find it slowly.

One night, she took a lot of wrong roads, and it wasn't until the sun first rose that she realized the momentum left behind after the decisive battle between Fu Qingyi and Zhang Mu, and found the right way.

But it was too late, Wanwan was really dead.

Quietly looking at everything in front of her, Liu Bixin never believed that her fateful opponent would die like this.

What the hell happened here after she left...

On the side, Song Bei frowned when he looked at Fu Qingyi's current appearance.

Before that, he never imagined that the rival worthy of being his lifelong opponent would become what he is now.

He was disappointed by this.

Life without an opponent would be very lonely, so he didn't want to lose an opponent like Fu Qingyi.

If you want Fu Qingyi to regain her strength, you must bring Wanwan back to life.

But how can a dead man come back to life?

After a pause, Song Bei glanced at Xinghuan, and suddenly said, "She has my knife on her." ”

Liu Bixin's eyebrows lowered, and she said softly: "Even if she receives your knife on behalf of Fu Qingyi, she will not die." ”

No one knows Wanwan better than her.

Similarly, no one in this world knows her better than Wanwan.

If he didn't die by his sword, why did he die?

Song Bei was puzzled.

Bending his knees and squatting, Liu Bixin looked at Fu Qingyi after taking Xinghuan's pulse for a while, and said, "What happened here last night?" ”

Fu Qingyi looked very depressed, as if he had never heard of it.

Seeing this, Liu Bixin said lightly: "Don't you want to know how she died?" ”

Fu Qingyi didn't raise his head, and muttered, "Wan'er died for me..."

Liu Bixin's eyes were calm, and she said, "You are not worthy." ”

Fu Qingyi was silent.

Liu Bixin said: "No one knows her better than me, that knife will only hurt her, and it is impossible to kill her." ”

Fu Qingyi came back to his senses and said, "Isn't it because of that knife?" ”

Liu Bixin secretly relieved her heart and said, "No." ”

If it's not that knife, what will it be?

Fu Qingyi was stunned, carefully recalling everything that happened last night.

However, apart from his duel with Zhang Mu last night, nothing happened about the accident.

Just because he's distracted doesn't mean he's ignorant of everything that's going on in the outside world.

If something unexpected happens or a stranger arrives, he will be aware of it.

However, last night there were only Wan'er, Zhang Mu and the three of them...

After Fu Qingyi's narration, Liu Bixin was silent in thought.

Closing his eyes, Song Bei felt the familiar knife intent remaining here, and said, "It's indeed Zhang Mu." ”

Zhang Mu was defeated, and he was not surprised at all.

He knows the opponent's knife and knows the opponent's strength.

Fu Qingyi is not on par with him, so Zhang Mu will definitely lose.

So, will the problem appear in Zhang Mu?

However, in that case, how could Zhang Mu have the ability to kill Wanwan, and Zhang Mu was not that kind of person.

What's more, if that's the case, how could Fu Qingyi not notice it at all.

Just when Song Bei was pondering, Liu Bixin got up and looked around, and suddenly said, "Where is the corpse?" ”

Corpse!

The corpse of a beautiful woman who doesn't know the slightest martial arts, the corpse of a cold-faced man who accompanies a woman.

Gone, gone.

Without hesitation, Song Bei's body moved, and he stopped after a while.

No!

There were no other creatures under the sand, except for a few horses.

Inexplicably, the three of them felt enveloped in a strange fog... [.]