The memory opened little by little, Ling Jie's pupils slowly contracted, and then suddenly enlarged, staring at the strings in her hand, but her slender jade fingers were no longer willing to pluck half a minute.

Because in my mind, it is no longer the warm pink memory, but ..... Wei Jiu was tied up in front of her by Wuhuada, and the whole person was curled up in a ball, and he was surrounded by a group of executioners of the Sikong family. As soon as the knife in the hands of these people waved, it would definitely be accompanied by Wei Jiu's wail, and what was peeled off was Wei Jiu's flesh and blood.

It turned out to be the most cruel torture in the world, and the torture of a thousand knives was not as simple as death?

The punishment for the so-called family members is death without atonement. The classmates and teachers in the school are even faster after death in her heart. And those Jiuyitang acquaintances who so-called care about her and care about her, even if she dies, she will not shed half a tear. As for close sisters like Shu Jinhui and Yan Xiaojin, her heart hurts, but that pain is still within the acceptable range.

But Wei Jiu is different, he is the only man she has ever loved in her life.

Those heart-warming pictures, those ambiguous scenes, those obsessive memories, how could this man die in front of her like this? What does it matter to her to live or die other people? But this man can't die. Ling Jie's breathing slowed down with Wei Jiu's wail, and every wail made her heart tighten, and it made her feel at a loss, not knowing what to do.

As soon as the movements on his fingers stopped, the picture of Wei Jiu being Ling Chi in his mind stopped, and Wei Jiu's pain naturally became a lot calmer. Ling Jie was overjoyed in her heart, and her fingers quickly stopped, what could be more important than getting Wei Jiu out of such inhuman torture?

The water on the waterfall is rushing down, but it will not fall on Ling Jie's body at all, in fact, Feng Xinqin is like a vacuum area in front of him, not to mention water droplets, even air and sound cannot meet with the outside world.

As soon as Ling Jie's fingers left the strings, the luster on the sealed heart qin couldn't help but dim, of course, this was a gradual process. But I saw that there was already an ordinary body on the Fengxin piano that had changed to the color of ordinary wood, and the rest of the general, although mottled with this colorful brilliance, dissipated extremely quickly, and it was almost visible to the naked eye.

If Ling Jie recovered all her memories, she would know that the dissipated luster was like a timer, and when the luster completely dissipated, this requiem would fail. And the condition for complete dissipation is that Feng Xinqin stops playing for ten seconds, and Wei Jiu's challenge is to lose on the rule of ten seconds.

One second.... Two seconds.... Ten seconds, one is not short, but if it is long, it is definitely not a long time.

Seeing that the luster is getting less and less, and the dark shadows have swallowed up the position of the body of the piano, it seems that the last bit of hope is about to be dashed.

At this moment, a sound of breaking wind came out of thin air in Ling Jie's mind, and then her mind suddenly opened up in an instant.

There was a faint glow in her cloudy brain, which was a trace of Wei Jiu's imprint in her soul. Before she awakened her memory and cultivation, this imprint was already in her body, but she couldn't use it at that time, so Wei Jiu didn't pay too much attention to it. It's just that later, even Wei Jiu didn't know that the silk mark had already been devoured by the powerful accumulation of the essence in her body.

Coincidentally, no book is written, Wei Jiu's heart is broken, and all the marks and contracts left on others should be shattered with it. But only this one, the mark that was devoured by Ling Jie's powerful cultivation, still exists stubbornly on the premise of losing Wei Jiu's vitality as a driving force. That is, from that moment on, this mark had Wei Jiu's breath, but it was attached to Ling Jie's life.

And at this moment, this mark turned out to be the last straw.

Ling Jie's eyes regained a trace of clarity, although the time was extremely short, but it was enough.

At the same time, he was shocked, and his hands hurriedly put on the strings and played again. The notes of sadness and despair sounded, and layers of ghostly light once again shone on the Fengxin Qin, and the sound of the beams once again spread in this vacuum space.

The Requiem is finally coming to an end, and only the last quarter of the chapter is left, but Ling Jie's heart has not relaxed in the slightest.

Although the imprint in her mind made her barely survive the fall of consciousness just now, it did not mean the end. On the contrary, as long as she plucked the strings, she could see Wei Jiu who was executed by Ling Chi, see the figure of pleading and pleading, and see the desperate eyes, even if she knew that it was an illusion in her heart, she still couldn't accept that she hurt Wei Jiu like this.

"No... Brother Jiu... No... It's not like this..."Looking at Wei Jiu's desperate eyes in her mind, Ling Jie seemed to see that she had sent Wei Jiu into a desperate situation with her own hands, and she seemed to hear that Wei Jiu was blaming her and questioning her.

Tears of grievance slipped out of her eyes weakly, and she couldn't justify herself.

Tears fell on Feng Xinqin little by little, but the tears could not arouse her pity. On the contrary, with Ling Jie's cries and tears, the ghostly light on the Fengxin Qin revealed a trace of sadness and fear. Those negative emotions are deeply enveloped in the player, and directly affect the scene in the mind.

Wei Jiu in his mind has changed beyond recognition, but the executioner who committed the murder has changed from the Sikong family to Ling Jie herself. A long dagger, which was Wei Ying's best weapon, was stabbed into Wei Jiu's chest by Ling Jie, the dagger turned, and Ling Jie seemed to be able to hear the sound of her heart being shattered.

And Wei Jiu's side, those are all people who are as close to her as sisters, Shu Jinhui, Yan Xiaojin, and Wei Ying. On the other side were Zhang Mengyuan and Jiang Meng whom she was not very familiar with, while on the other side, there were Su Jie and Yue Ling who she had never seen before. These people, familiar or unfamiliar, are all people Wei Jiu misses in her heart, but they are all buried on the dagger in her hand.

"No... No... Don't..."Ling Jie screamed, her tone full of helplessness and despair, but the dagger in her hand did not stop in the slightest, piercing Wei Jiu's chest one by one.

Tears slid down his cheeks onto the dagger, and then flowed into Wei Jiu's body little by little.

Tears poured into the body of the qin along the jade fingers, and then were swallowed by the sealing heart qin little by little.

As long as Ling Jie's requiem music doesn't stop, the harm she inflicted on Wei Jiu in her mind won't stop, she understands this truth, but she is reluctant to give up, and she can't give up!

If it is said that dying is liberation, and surviving is to bear the responsibility alone, then it is not an exaggeration to say that Ling Jie is in the hell of Ah Bi at this moment, right? Is there anything more pitiful than hurting her lover with her own hands like this, or being inhumane?

Tears, no, that's not tears anymore, that's bloody tears.

Wei Jiu once flowed, for Shu Jinhui, and at this moment, bright red blood and tears also flowed from Ling Jie's eyes, which eroded towards Feng Xinqin little by little. The strange red actually devoured the original color of Feng Xinqin, and then, in every popping note, there seemed to be a little more different color.

Ling Jie's fingers have long been worn out, and her hands still have half of their delicate appearance. But she is still like a madman, stubbornly and crazy playing, stubbornly and crazy hurting Wei Jiu.

"Is it worth it? You do this, is it worth it? Your heart has obviously given up, from the moment you were reluctant to hurt him at the beginning, you have already lost, is it worth torturing yourself like this?" In the void, the voice of the Ancient Divine Tree came, and he sighed helplessly.

Ling Jie looked at her hands lightly, gritted her teeth, and said stubbornly, "There is nothing worth it, he is all I have, what's the point of losing him? For him, why not turn into a demon? What can I do if I fall into hell? Not to mention such a little torture, even if it takes my life or my soul, I don't care!"

"Yes, but does it really make sense? If you love him, how can you bear to hurt him? In order to resurrect him, you have been by your side, but let him suffer such endless torture, can he accept such selfish love?" The voice of the Ancient Divine Tree struck again, and in his tone, three points of anger and seven points of incomprehension.

Ling Jie was silent for a while, but the refining requiem in her hand did not slack off in the slightest, and she looked at it as it was about to end, so she smiled with her eyebrows, "Hehe, senior, do you really know what love is? Can he forgive me, can he accept me, what do I do? I just want him to be good, as long as he lives, even if I don't appear in front of him again, I am willing!"

Finally, the last note fell, and the long "Requiem" finally ended, and the last scene in my mind was Wei Jiu's chest, which was stabbed into a hornet's nest by Ling Jie, and there was no life at all. And on his cheeks, the unwillingness and despair made people sigh in the bottom of their hearts, and they didn't dare to look at it directly.

But it didn't include Ling Jie, after playing the song, her fingers were already hurting and she couldn't exert the slightest strength, but the corners of her mouth still showed an idiotic smile, staring at Wei Jiu's breathless body in her mind, she said intercessively, "The last love has to be hurt, who said that hurt is not also a kind of love?"

Yes, who can deny her love for Wei Jiu? at least, those pains are real, those blood and tears are real, and those fingers worn for love are also real. Maybe there is such a true and pure love, in the face of such a love without impurities, it hurts, maybe it's really not worth mentioning!

"Who said that harm is not also a kind of love???" In the void, the Ancient Divine Tree suddenly repeated this sentence, then took a deep breath and said with a sigh, "Yes, in front of your love for him, what is this love?

Under the void, streamers suddenly appeared, and visions arose.

Ling Jie's blood and tears, broken fingers, and lost memories all returned to normal, and the Fengxin Qin in front of her suddenly emitted a white light, and then the white light opened this mysterious guqin little by little.

One by one, cracks quickly crawled all over the body of the piano, spreading little by little, and then, the heart of the piano shattered.