Zhan Qinghuang will never forget that day.

She will never forget that when she rushed to the battlefield, she saw only a pure white figure falling, and the world lost its color, and only the crimson sky was like an elegy.

The girl's fallen figure fluttered like a flock of butterflies dressed in white at a funeral, her face was pale and light, but the outline was so golden and dazzling that it almost seemed to be burning, and no matter how hard she tried to flap her wings, she could not reach the end of her pale and fragile sleeves.

And under her is the different paths of heaven and demons, an abyss.

The figure shrunk into the eye of a needle and disappeared into blood, so the world seemed to collapse in half behind her, she couldn't hear the noise of the battlefield in front of her, she couldn't hear the wild laughter of the demons behind her, the world was silent for a moment, only her heartbeat and tears were deafening.

She just stared at the cliff that seemed to be as dark and deep as the world had collapsed, and stared at her palm, which was as pale and cold as snow.

Something was broken in her heart, perhaps the last bit of tenderness left in her shell, or perhaps the shackles of a beast that would only bind her in front of her.

She knew how cruel this long-ending war was, but she never thought she would leave......

- You've become the strongest, why did you leave me?

- because I didn't protect you, because I didn't stay with you.

If only I could have arrived a little earlier. It was my fault.

So she cut off her hesitation with her own hands, so she used the flesh and blood of all the demons present to bury her. Her Ah Luan, the only person she counts.

On that day, she slaughtered until the whole world returned to silence, until the wide sleeves of Tsing Yi were full of demonic blood red lotus, until her scarlet eyes could not distinguish between the blood-red sky and the blood-red battlefield. Her hairband broke, and her long, inky hair was unrestrained and poured down her shoulders, which would have been described as a witch.

After that day, what did the demons say about her? "Tsing Yi Zhanhuang" or "Bloodstained Killing the Emperor"? She didn't know. She only knew that in the next many years, she had killed a lot of demons and saved a lot of Celestials, but she still couldn't look at white clothes and couldn't drink weak tea.

No matter how many people she saves, she is saving her, and no matter how many people she kills, she can't be saved. She spent the rest of her life remembering her Luan, the only person she mattered.

But what she didn't know was that it wasn't a death, it was just a betrayal.

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Under the Demon Sin Cliff, Cang Yuluan straightened her silver hair and looked at the far south, her blue eyes were like mirrors reflecting the sky, but they were too clear to contain any emotions. Even under the abyss full of corpses, she was still unstained with dust in plain white clothes, and she was surprisingly pure in the blood around her.

She couldn't see anything, but she still smiled, her features were so light that it didn't fit anything sincere.

"Ah Huang, as I said, I can't let you understand, and I don't deserve your mercy, so I'm sorry, goodbye."

Huang Luan Jue, Huang, Luan, Jue.