Bai Ju walked out of the Fengluo Palace, and he hurriedly greeted him.

"How?" he asked.

Bai Ju didn't speak, and suddenly a mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Nothing!" he couldn't help but exclaim, "what's wrong with you?"

"Clear the scales. Bai Ju whispered his name.

"Beigong Yuan has poisoned you!" he shouted.

"I'm fine. Bai Ju reached out and grabbed his shoulder and stood up straight, "Beigong Yuan said, if I die, there will be peace, and everyone can be free." ”

"You believe that, too. He reached out and held Bai Zhi.

"Beigongyuan's wine is poisonous. Bai Zhi's voice was low, almost whispering.

"You know it's poisonous, why drink it. He couldn't help but cry out.

"From the moment he let me drink, I had a decision in my heart that if I could sacrifice myself and save all those who went south with me, and set them free, then I would be more than willing. Shiro sat down in the tent, his eyes turning a gentle blue.

"Nothing. He whispered his name, is this the so-called king, this is the king that all of them believe in, for the sake of his people, he can bite off his fingers and claws, and for the sake of all of them, he is willing to die. "In vain, if there is a war, we may still win. He whispered.

Bai Ju showed a faint smile, and he said: "Even if we defeat Yuntian, standing behind Beigong Yuan are the Southern Six Kingdoms, even if we can defeat the White Country and the Purple Kingdom, but the Qingguo Zhu Chi Kingdom, the Moon God Kingdom and the Cangmo Kingdom, we can't defeat them no matter what, they have the most advanced weapons and the richest land, we have no chance of winning." ”

"Then why did you raise the army then?" he asked.

"For the sake of our freedom, if we have freedom without going to war, I can do whatever I want. Bai Ju said in a low voice.

"Nothing!" he couldn't help but call his name again.

"I've decided. Bai Ju stood up.

"Bai Ju, since Jiang Lan's death, you have always been looking forward to this day. "You're looking forward to liberation, and you don't want to take on these responsibilities anymore, don't I?"

Bai Ju turned his head to look at him, he would never forget that look.

He will never forget that time when it snowed heavily.

The heavy snow seems to be the blood of the monster, swallowing everything, the heavens and the earth seem to be turned upside down, and everything is gone.

Just below the Yuntian City Wall, Bai Ju was dressed in black and black robes, looking up at the man in white robe standing on the city wall.

"Godlord, I hope you will keep your promise. Bai said loudly.

Beigong Yuan, who was standing in the city, leaned over to look at him, his eyes were unusually resolute and calm, and he nodded slightly.

Everyone saw it, Bai Ji waved his knife to kill himself, the long knife in his hand exuded a clear light in the snow, and Xie fell on his knife, he suddenly swung the knife, the knife cut off a small snowflake, and slashed at his neck, and the blood immediately stained the blade red.

His body gradually collapsed in the snow.

Beigong Yuan stood on the city wall, as if there was a huge sadness hidden in his eyes, almost engulfing everything.

All the people heard the dragon's groan, as if it were a great sob, desolate as if he had a song that his scales often blew up, and he saw that Bai Zhi's body gradually disappeared, and turned into a black dragon, which rose into the air and hovered in front of the city wall, making a whimpering sound.

He saw that Beigong Yuan, who was standing in the city, had a tear slipping down from the corner of his eye and falling on his expensive white robe.

He saw that all the followers of Bai Ju were on their knees and wept bitterly, and the flame of the Flame Clan was ablaze, and the merman let out a mournful song, "Kneel, kneel." The brother cried and tugged at his robe.

In an instant, he suddenly realized that Bai Zhi was really dead.

Everything seems to have lost its meaning, he has sworn allegiance to the white base, and as soon as he dies, it seems that everything ceases to exist, and he still has nothing.

He didn't kneel, he took out the flute in his arms and blew it with a whimper.

"Dongwu looks at Yuhang, and the sea of clouds is far away. He became famous, returned to his hometown, and accompanied his husband 30,000 times with drunken laughter.

There is no need to complain about leaving, drinking has never had a bowel. Tonight, the lights are cold, the river pond, and the fallen sheep is surnamed Yang. ”

In the days that followed, he went to the south and saw the real prosperity and development, he spread the ideas of Bai Ju, he told everyone what Bai Ju did, he accepted a disciple, his name was Shen Lingchen, he taught everything about Bai Ju to this disciple, but he finally betrayed Bai Ju's ideas and established Qingguo with his own thoughts.

At that time, he was used to betrayal.

Later, he watched his disciples grow old and die, still looking like teenagers.

He left Qingguo and returned to the north, he has been searching, looking for the reincarnation of Bai Ju, he lives in a tribe in the north, he wears up as a clown, which he uses to hide his face that will never change.

He has witnessed countless teenagers become old men and then die, and he is still the same as he was back then.