"Once a person has a weakness, he is doomed to failure, and only by cutting it off himself can he prevent future troubles. You were born into a royal family, but you don't even understand this basic truth? Huang Fuxian shook his head at King Yingning, chuckling with a slight disdain in his lazy tone, "You have too many weaknesses, you really disappointed me." ”

"Lord Wang, the hour has come." Zhu Shi walked behind Huang Fuxian and said in a low voice: "Is the ceremony of sacrificing to the heavens held as usual?" ”

"Hmm." Huang Fuxian replied lightly, and took one last look at Queen Yingning, who was surrounded by the Fu Corps, then turned around and stepped up the stone steps again, and stepped on the altar again.

The sorcerers still danced the sacrificial dance in a circle under the altar, chanting in low voices. Zhu Shi lit incense and candles in front of the offering table in the center of the altar, and began to prepare for the ritual of worshipping the heavens with the sacrificial tools in hand.

"Huang Fuxian, I advise you to stop all actions as soon as possible, the heavens are clear, and there will be a day of your retribution."

Huang Fuxian glanced sideways, glanced lazily at King Yingning, and said disdainfully: "Nephew, you still have to worry about yourself, this king can kill you on the spot at any time for any crime." ”

Is there no room for things to turn around?

Everything seemed to be under the control of Huang Fuxian, and he had taken control of the emperor's actions by luring King Ying Ning into the trap and controlling the emperor's actions, and his plan was only one step away from being achieved, but that ended would have ended at the expense of all of them.

She really doesn't care anymore, if she knew that there would be such an ending, would she still insist on forcibly breaking away from Bai Ruoyin's consciousness? Do you still have the luxury of living a superfluous life?

She only hated herself, hated herself for implicating Guan Jingtian and Xiaosi, and now she can't even keep Fenghua.

Seeing Huang Fuxian approaching her step by step, Ruoxin stared at him tightly and said in a deep voice: "Huang Fuxian, do you really want that throne?" ”

Huang Fuxian stood beside her, chuckled, and said, "Ruo'er, is it superfluous for you to ask such a question now?" ”

Ruoxin didn't answer, but still stared at Huang Fuxian intently, and continued to ask, "Are you really happy now?" Are you really satisfied with the life of being blinded by power and only having desires? ”

"What about being satisfied, what about not being satisfied, do you know how long I've been waiting for this day?" Huang Fuxian smiled lightly, stretched out his hand and wrapped a lock of her long hair around his fingers, and said slowly in a deep voice: "From the moment Ying Zhongyang closed his eyes, from the moment Huang Fuxian was reborn with a memory that Ying Zhongyang could not forget, these plans have begun. ”

Looking straight into his eyes for a long time, Ruoxin shook her head and said calmly: "Master's days on the mountain, there are no such vain obsessions in my heart, some are just the disappointment and pain of betraying Bai Ruo because of betraying you, you may hate her for betraying the promise between you, hate her for choosing the clan to break her oath, hate her for using your trust and let the Ying clan almost be wiped out, and hate because you still have love in your heart." Master, you love Bai Ruoyin, but why did you let yourself go further and further away from her after she came back? You don't really want that throne, why do you want to hurt so many people and let Bai Ruoyin carry these guilty burdens for you? ”

"Master, you like those days on the mountain, don't you? At that time, although the master rarely smiled, every time he smiled, he was always sincere and warm. Master really treated me well, really treated me like a child, and didn't want to take advantage of me. Master taught me all kinds of skills, and every time I learned the same, Master was actually very happy, wasn't he? Every time I ask Master for a wish, Master doesn't say anything, but He always fulfills me. Ruoxin slowly expressed the nostalgia in her heart, hoping to recall the memories and perceptions of her master.

Huang Fuxian looked at Ruoxin with burning eyes, and the clear shadow of the reflection in his eyes precipitated the memories of the mountain years.

"Those days were calm and peaceful, and Master was really happy at that time, has Master forgotten?"

Huang Fuxian was silent for only a moment, he lowered his eyes to look at the dried blood stains in his palm, laughed lowly, and then raised his eyes, his eyes seemed to be filled with a layer of cold mist.

He loosened the long hair in his hand, slid it down Ruoxin's cheeks to his chin, pinched it with a little bit of strength, and said softly: "Ruo'er, if you don't want to suffer more, it's best to say less useless words." The more you talk, the faster you will die. ”

The little hope that had just been raised was disappointed, and her heart gradually sank again, Ruoxin swallowed hard, and said, "Now that the matter is over, what else do I have to be afraid of?" ”

Huang Fuxian smiled and said, "You are not afraid, but if this is the case, are you still afraid?" ”

While speaking, Huang Fuxian raised his hand and waved, and Zhu Shi, who was already waiting by Fenghua's side, took the small and unique sacrificial knife presented by Si Wu, and stabbed it into Fenghua's heart without hesitation.

But in the blink of an eye, before she could react, the knife had pierced deep into Fenghua's body.

"Don't ......," Ruoxin hissed, but saw the sacrificial knife stab into Fenghua's heart again. She struggled, but didn't move at all.

The feeling that my heart was also deeply pierced by the sharp knife, and the pain of tearing was sharp. Seeing the people she cared about being killed one by one in front of her eyes, she was powerless, she hated her own incompetence, she hated it so much.

Her eyes gradually became misty, and she blinked vigorously, but she couldn't see the elegance that was close at hand, and could only watch the bright red color spread from the white figure, like a blood-colored nightmare.

Fenghua bit her lower lip, and her handsome face was already pale.

The sacrificial knife was not long, but after piercing into the heart, the blood in the heart was slowly dripped along the hilt, and an old sacrificial instrument was placed underneath, which contained his blood, and then poured it on the soul stone.

The moon-white robe gradually became bright red, and the fragrance of pear blossoms in the air became more and more intense.

He can't die.

Fenghua stared straight into Ruoxin's eyes, staring at the tears that slipped down her cheeks, which made him more unbearable than the great pain of the sharp knife piercing his heart.

He remembered that when Guan Jingtian died, Ruoxin's deep sorrow, she was blaming herself in her dreams and couldn't forgive herself. He couldn't let Ruoxin suffer like this again.

The sharp pain in his heart made his consciousness begin to slowly sink down, Fenghua restrained himself to keep himself awake, he endured the sharp pain in his heart, and said softly: "Ruo'er...... Don't be afraid, I didn't ...... Thing, I'm not going to die. ”

Fenghua always had a gentle smile on her face, staring at Ruoxin, and always insisted on not letting herself fall.

At least, not to fall in front of Ruoxin.

"If you're not afraid, I won't die." Ling Ling Qingyin, weak but firm to appease Ruoxin.

The dripping blood soaked the Soul Suppression Stone, and the dark and deep stone seemed to circulate with a lustrous luster, and the warm blood gave the Soul Suppression Stone life.

Life is gradually lost, the graceful and elegant face does not show pain, and the figure reflected in the pupils is still clear, but the time he closes his eyes is getting longer and longer......

Finally seeing Fenghua again, she opened her eyes, and Ruoxin laughed out loud uncontrollably.

She stared at Huang Fuxian hatefully, holding back her tears to prevent them from flowing out of her eyes, she didn't show weakness in front of him, and never will, "You kill me, Huang Fuxian." Even if you get four artifacts, even if you get the throne, you are destined to always be a loser, a ruthless and heartless person, you will never get the sincerity of others, you can only be lonely forever. ”

Si Wu walked to Huang Fuxian's side with a sandalwood plate in his hand, and Huang Fuxian glanced at the sacrificial knife on the plate lightly, but did not take it.

He pulled out his sword, which was also the long sword that had taught Ruoxin's swordsmanship in the mountains, and slowly raised his hand, his eyes did not leave Ruoxin's face, and the sharp sword held high in his hand stabbed towards Ruoxin's heart.

The expression on Huang Fuxian's face never changed in the slightest, and although the muscles on the back of his hand tightened imperceptibly at the moment when the hand holding the long sword stabbed him, he still did not hesitate.