She frowned and smiled bitterly, and said in her heart Fool, that's if I lied to you to rest assured...

Yan Jiang dragged his last breath, unable to explain more words, "I don't dare to gamble with your life... Chu has a magic stone in his hand, which will definitely endanger the common people in the world and the government is in turmoil... Only your abilities are enough to fight him. My life is to save you, and even more so to save the people of the world... To stop the magic stone from returning to its place, you have to... It is necessary to find the transformation of the mountain and destroy the missing stone position on the top of the mountain..."

The sentence "My life, in order to save you, but also to save the people of the world" is also selfless and fearless, and everyone is impressed by Yan Jiang. But these are not the words that Rong Chang wants to hear...

In her eyes, it seems that there will never be him...

But how could the smart Yan Jiang not know what he was thinking in his heart, with such a confidant, it would be in vain to know each other in this life.

"I hate big brother for a long time, and I also want to be by your side for the rest of my life,...... It's just that I'm not qualified enough, I'm afraid of losing to others... It's good now... Someone will do better than me..."Yan Jiang's eyes looked indifferently in the direction of Zhou Xuyue, and the words of encouragement and blessing were hidden in his eyes.

Zhou Xiyue and Ning Chuxun next to him both cried into tears.

Rong Chang hugged Yan Jiang tightly, "... You've always been in my heart, so don't be afraid of losing anyone. ”

Yan Jiang laughed, he didn't expect that the corpse of Mrs. Ning would be examined in Ningjiazhuang that day, and he would be a prophecy and die under the palm of the phantom poison.

She has just passed the age of twenty-eight years and wears red clothes every day, but she has not worn red clothes for her beloved...

This life is so short, and the fate with the person in front of him is even more white, and he can only accompany him for a short journey, so that he thinks in vain, I don't know what his future path will be?

Yan Jiang was teary-eyed, he couldn't speak anymore, he couldn't see the moonlight, he couldn't see Rong Changhan...

Rong Chang hated and waited for Yan Jiang to say something, but her hand slipped from his palm unconsciously. This fall is a separation from another world.

"Yan Jiang—"

The heart-wrenching call echoed throughout the White Mountain. Until Rong Chang hated it, he couldn't hold on and passed out next to Yan Jiang.

In the early morning of the next day, on the bank of the clear river at the foot of the white mountain, a bamboo raft, a cluster of flowers, and a raging fire were reflected in the river.

Everyone looked at the reflection of the river, and it seemed that there was a fire burning in the river.

The closed-eyed beauty lying on the bamboo raft, I don't know what panacea she took before her death, her face has not changed at this time, but she has indeed died.

The bamboo raft drifts along with the river, and the crackling fire and the bubbling river flow are a beautiful and long elegy. Yan Jiang, who was carrying a bamboo raft, gradually moved away from everyone's gaze.

Mu Qingyi couldn't help but remember that Yan Jiang once said when he was alive that fire is the cleanest thing in the world, it can devour everything in the world, holy, beautiful, filthy, and dirty...... Turning everything to ashes without reservation.

"I think she must have been willing to leave that way." Mu Qingyi thought to himself, and his face had moist traces.

The melodious sound of the flute sounded in his ears, and it was Su Quan who was blowing the pike flute. He felt lonely in his heart, the flute was nameless, and the "marrow flute" was given by Yan Jiang, and today he was a song to see her off.

The breeze accompanied the sound of the flute, which was the only way for Su Quan to repay Yan Jiang for giving him the name of the flute.

Although Gao Linfeng has not been with Yan Zhuang for a long time, his sadness is no less than anyone else's. I don't want Yan Jiang to call the sentence "Brother Gao". Although people are gone, the cordial call is still in the ears.

At that moment, Gao Linfeng felt that Yan Jiang was very much like his own sister.

Gao Linfeng has never told anyone about his family history, no one knows that his real name should be surnamed "Jiang", "Jiang" of "Jiang Beidou", and no one knows that he also has a dead sister. This will be Gao Linfeng's eternal secret.

When the young Gao Linfeng received the news of his sister's death, he had no home and wandered all over the world. Today's sadness is not the sadness rendered by this situation, but the sadness of receiving the news of my sister's death re-rolled up in my heart.

Ning Chu looked for Yan Jiang, thinking back to what they had said on Huaxi Island, should she blame Yan Jiang for lying?

At the beginning, Ning Chuxun asked Yan Jiang, "If you are in danger, will you sacrifice yourself for Senior Brother Rong?" ”

Yan Jiang denied it.

As it turned out, Yan Jiang lied.

Leaving Ning Chuxun with a mystery that he can't solve, does Yan Jiang love Rong Chang and hate? Is she taking her life to love?

It turns out that the language of some feelings does not need to be as beautiful as an oath, nor is it enough to be humane to outsiders.

At the moment when Chu slashed at Rong Chang last night, Ning Chuxun was not blind, she also saw it, she was worried, or anxious, and hopeless... But she didn't think about the idea of blocking that palm for Rong Chang.

Maybe Ning Chuxun didn't have time to think about it, or maybe Yan Jiang didn't even think about it.

"Chuxun, what are you thinking?" Next to Zhou Xiyue asked.

Ning Chuxun smiled with tears in his eyes, "I think I've learned it all and I'm admitting defeat to Yan Jiang." ”

Zhou Xiyue smiled without saying a word, and tears flowed silently.

How envious Zhou Yiyue is of Yan Jiang! How envious of this girl who can wake up the maze with a word.

Zhou Xiangyue saw Yan Jiang at the beginning of the month, and felt that she was as white as snow and as bright as the moon, whose blessing is it that there is such a lover in the world? As a woman, Zhou Xiyue loves and envy such a woman; As a man, I also regret my long-term hatred.

She thought of Rong Chang's hatred, turned her head and saw that everyone was there, but she couldn't see him.

It was he who personally lit the fire for Yan Jiang just now, how could he not be there?

Zhou Xiyue took a closer look, and Rong Chang was curled up under the stone cliff to swallow more. His haggard countenance was messy in the wind, and he looked as if he had aged ten years overnight.

The bamboo raft carried Yan Jiang with the flowing water, Rong Chang hated to recall the first time he saw Yan Jiang, she was wearing red makeup and smiled, and now she was still wearing red makeup in her eyes, like the sunset slowly disappearing to the dark place.

It turns out that Tiangong is also so jealous, it can be said that "jade broken beads sink into the ginger girl, and the autumn wind does not know how long to hate." ”

"Senior Brother Rong..."

When everyone was about to leave, Ning Chuxun was the first to call out to Rong Changhan, who was sitting in a daze in the corner of the mountain rock.

In Ning Chuxun's memory, Senior Brother Rong didn't cry easily, this was the first time.

Ning Chu wanted to go to comfort him, but was pulled by Zhou Xiyue, "Let him be, let's go first." ”

Yan Jiang's bamboo raft flowed for a long time, and Rong Changhe suddenly chased after it in great strides, running in the direction of the river to give her another ride, but where could Yan Jiang's bamboo raft be seen.

Sun Moon Ridge, the autumn wind is bleak, and the cold people are shivering.

It seems to know that there is one less person in Sun Moon Ridge, crying.

Mu Qingyi opened the pill left by Yan Jiang before his death and took it. She finally understood that for ten years, her memory was controlled by Yan Jiang.

Yan Jiang's medicine has never been touted indiscriminately, Mu Qing slowly closed his eyes after getting off his clothes, and his brain actually straightened out the piles and piles of things ten years ago clearly and re-straightened out the picture.

The feeling of regaining my memory is the feeling of coming back to life.

Mu Qingyi really understood now that Yan Zhuang just burned down Murong Mansion, not the culprit of the annihilation, but he bothered to make himself amnesia, and what did he want to hide?

So many things are like a chain of nine, one mystery is linked to another.

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