"Xinyue, look at me, look at me, do you ...... it"

Ji Yanshu's voice gradually became distant and unpredictable.

At the last moment of her life, tears rolled down her eyes, and her eyes vaguely found Ji Yanshu's figure.

"Yan Shu, I ......" seemed to realize that there was not much time left for her, and An Yang suddenly laughed, as if the sun was shining on her face, clear but exuding the smell of death......

Ji Yan watched her smile flickering blankly, and the picture frozen in her memory was like a blooming firework, reflecting in the sky and blooming a brilliant piece, leaving an eternal loneliness.

The white bound spirit that was originally hidden in her arms seemed to sense that she was about to die at this moment, and frantically wound it up, crossing the blood overflowing from the silk into her mouth layer by layer, trying to bring her back to life.

But this time, no matter how much it tossed, the body was getting colder and colder.

"Get out! I don't care about you! Ji Yanshu slammed his shot, and the red light came out of the sky, nailing the white binding spirit to the lin.

"She's a fairy! What kind of thing are you monsters, dare to touch her! How dare you touch her! He staggered to his feet with Anyang in his arms, tears blurring his eyes.

"What is the righteous path demon sect, she is a fairy, she has always been a unique fairy......"

The red hair color is like a lit flame, she obviously wants to be a disciple of the Lingxiao Sect the most, but she has become a demon cultivator, and he has ruined all her Yiqian...

"Hahaha!" He looked at the person who was already silent in his arms, and suddenly laughed out loud in fear, "Murderer, I am the most damned person!" ”

In the midst of the long laughter, the rain falling in the air completely condensed into snow, and in a miserable white world, several large holes in the body burst into red light.

He didn't even know if she still liked him in the end, as before, with an unconcealable arrogance in the corners of her eyes, she called him in a low voice-Yan Shu......

It was the love he had once abandoned......

……………………

It seems that overnight, the next one has changed.

Ji Yanshu blew himself up at the foot of Lingxiao Mountain, and the leaderless Demon Sect fell apart under the encirclement and suppression of the Immortal Cultivation Sect several times, and there was no respite.

The world is as troubled as a carp crossing the river, but the Lingxiao Sect is independent, and it seems to have become silent.

The cold moon was like a mirror, and there was a sudden burst of broken thoughts from the calm Cloud Palace.

A young man with white hair sat by the lotus pond, rubbing a white jade plaque in his hand, and the eight engraved characters were beautiful and vigorous.

Heart-to-heart talk

Promise this life

"Xinyue, you see, this life is still very long......"

The lotus pond reflected his blood-colored pupils, and he stared at the pond stupidly, and suddenly grinned, "As long as I live, you will always be with me......"

His lips pressed tightly against the jade plate, and he rubbed it lovingly, "Now, they are all immortal cultivators, aren't you ......very happy?"

In the main hall not far away, Ye Zhanyun sighed lightly and slowly closed the door.

"Master, is he really crazy?"

Hearing the question raised by Yang Yan Qingzhu, he shook his head and smiled bitterly.

At a critical juncture, he had no way to save Anyang, but he still had the ability to save Ji Yanshu's life.

There will not be a second person in this world who knows that on that rainy night, he was the only one who changed Liu Xinyue's life.

If it weren't for the sword that stabbed down, the demonic nature would not have condensed in her body without hindrance, forming a demonic body.

In the end, it was just him atoning for his sins......