Crimson blood splattered onto Cold Empty Face, and the crisp sound of crimson falling to the ground was beating inside him.

In the cold and empty sight, Tang Muqian's white arms hung down weakly beside him, swinging back and forth slightly, and the brilliance in her eyes disappeared in an instant, replaced by emptiness and godlessness.

At this time, Xiao Lan's cold sword turned into a streamer of light, which drilled out from Tang Muqian's left chest, and turned into the appearance of Long Ling, standing calmly aside.

Without the support of Xiao Lan's Han Sword, Tang Muqian's delicate body fell lifelessly, suppressing half of Leng Hankong's body, and her pink hair was scattered on his chest, but it would never dance gently with the breeze again.

And she will never be able to move half a minute, even if she moves her fingers.

Leng Hankong didn't speak, although he knew that the person in front of him who was exactly like his partner was not her at all, but when he sent her to the grave with his own hands, he still unconsciously left tears. And the tears poured out of Tang Muqian's chest and the blood mixed together, soaking through the clothes that Leng Hankong was wearing on his body, and it seemed to ...... It also soaked his heart.

Seeing this, Long Ling spoke softly.

"Cold Sky...... It's all fake. ”

Why didn't Leng Hankong know about this? He just really didn't know how to deal with it.

Leng Hankong gently moved his right hand that was covering his face, revealing his eyes full of tears hidden in them—tears still flowing.

"I know. It was a long time before he whispered. "Even if she smells familiar to me, she's not her at all. ”

What's more, this familiar smell is gradually dissipating, and it can no longer occupy the brain of the cold air.

"It's just ......," Leng Hankong paused, and then said, "I'm still ......"

Leng Hankong's voice gradually lowered at this time...... Fade away.

Long Ling sighed, looked at the cold sky in front of him who was exhausted and fell asleep, and said, "Perhaps, the guy who has gone to the heart, even if it is fake, will make your heart throb......"

She turned into the Xiaolan Cold Sword again, and just suspended there silently, the frost aura spreading violently around, guarding her host against possible dangers.

★ The royal division of the little star ★