"Didn't you love him in your last life? I loved him, but I could still stab the blade in my hand at him without blinking. I wanted to see you die at the hands of the person you once loved the most, but it seems that you can't wait. It's okay, then I'll wait to see the person you love the most die at your hands. ”

Chu Tian's gaze locked tightly on her: "Are you Luoli?" Is that you? Falling pears?! Chu Tian trembled and took two steps towards Wanwan unsteadily.

Blood oozed from the corners of Wanwan's mouth, as if she had just used a spell on Bai Chen to consume a lot of her spiritual power. The loss is enormous.

She took two steps back, her gaze falling on Bai Chen. The eyes flashed with patience and attachment. Then she spun away.

Chu Tian only felt that his legs were weak, and his heart was cold. But he didn't have the courage to chase after her. She looked at Bai Chen, Bai Chen's forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat, and blood was still dripping from the place where the pear rain was inserted. He hadn't come back to his senses yet.

Chu Tian suddenly realized that Fang Wanwan had said the last word, waiting to see the person she loved the most die in her hands, Zhixi. Wanwan is talking about the tide. Chu couldn't care about it so much, she was afraid that Wanwan would attack Zhixi's corpse. She got up and snatched the soul lock bell from Lu Yao's hand and said, "You take care of Bai Chen."

After saying that, he hurriedly ran to the Xiwang Mansion.

Back in the secret room, Forget Life and Qiao'er guard the body of Zhixi. Everything is safe and sound.

The moment she saw the tide, her hanging heart relaxed. Qiao'er and Wangsheng looked at her in surprise, Qiao'er wanted to ask something, but when she saw her haggard face and only Zhixi in her eyes, she didn't say anything. Just staring at her.

She slowly walked over to Zhixi's side.

Look at his plain face. Should you call him a tide, or should you call him Xiao Zhi.

In the last life, she misunderstood him after all. It also hurt him.

She had taken the Tide's halberd back to the night he was white.

She watched as he was shocked and desperate to hear of his death. That night, he just squeezed her sachet tightly and kept thinking that if he hadn't stopped her that day, but helped her kill Nian Sixue, everything would have been different. After that night, Zhixi was no longer the heroic general, and he no longer had the strength to charge fearlessly.

All that was left was snow-covered white hair and a broken and decadent heart.

As human beings, everyone is destined to suffer some injustice. Some people are born with a lot, and they will meet countless people to help them light the torches on the night road. But some people try their best, but they may not be able to exchange for a trace of warmth.

But if someone gives such a person a trace of warmth, it is possible to save the person from the deep pool of despair, and this warmth will be his salvation and faith in this life.

At that time, Xiwei did not understand people's hearts, and they did not believe in people's hearts. But Chu Tian, who has seen all kinds of things in the past and all kinds of things in this life, knows, knows and understands, what kind of person Xiao Zhi is, and what kind of person Zhixi is.

What a clean, simple, and sincere heart he has.

Xiao Zhi has eyeliner by Fengchen's side, even if he is brave and loyal, even if he has no plans, eyeliner is convenient for him to advance and retreat, and it is convenient for him to know Xiwei's situation.

Therefore, when the six holy decrees came one by one, he already knew what he was going to face when he went back. He even knew that Xiwei might have said something unfavorable to him that night and framed himself. But he didn't care, he didn't care what she did to him. He believed in her heart from beginning to end.

He always understood that she had a heart that was willing to save people from the dust. She has a heart that can sacrifice herself for others. Even if she really framed herself, she must have her troubles.

After returning to the state of Chu, Feng Chen washed the previous dynasty with blood, killed the so-called his henchmen, and treated him like the former Nian clan. But at that time, he didn't care at all, he lost his faith. There is no difference between being alive and dead.

He knew that Maple Dust hated him. But he no longer had the heart to ask why he hated. He only felt that it was Fengchen who didn't protect her. But his deepest regret is that he didn't always guard her, because he didn't protect her. He knew that Fengchen cared about her, and he always felt that this was the best, he silently watched her from afar, guarding her, and Fengchen was by his side to protect her. As long as she is well, he will be content.

However, it all backfired.

Fengchen hated him and didn't want to see him. He was tortured every day in the dungeon.

In the dungeon where there is no light of day, he is tortured. Every day, he slept with blood and clothes on, and then woke up in pain. But he never died.

He had a wish unfulfilled.

He wanted to bury the sachet next to Xiwei's tomb and continue to guard her in his place. It's just that Fengchen will not agree to such a wish at all. And when Feng Chen found out about this, he was very angry, and the punishment he imposed on Xiao Zhi was even heavier.

In a short period of time, not an inch of Xiao Zhi's skin was intact, he was so thin that only skin and bones remained, but he still lived with his obsession.

The Han army was under the city of Kyoto, and the defeat was decided. Xiao Zhi saw Fengchen again.

At that time, Fengchen was no longer the young man who was not afraid of the sky and was peerless. He sat under the pear tree, and his body exuded desolation.

Fengchen released all the prisoners in the prison and ordered Xiao Zhi to be taken to the pear orchard of the former prince's mansion. Xiao Zhi knew that this pear orchard was built by maple dust for the past, and there were one hundred and seven pear trees in the garden, which were taken from the seventh day of the tenth month of her birth.

Xiao Zhi was almost carried to the pear orchard. After he was placed in the pear orchard, Fengchen dismissed all the palace people.

The maple dust of that day is the embers after the myth has been shattered, and it is the bleak loser of the troubled times.

But when Xiao Zhi saw him again, he was almost blind and his mind was no longer clear because of the torture. He only vaguely felt that his figure was sad.

Xiao Zhi's whole body was unable to move, and it was as heavy as lead. He didn't know if it was his hallucination, he felt that all the pear blossoms in the pear trees in the courtyard had withered, but the one that Maple Dust was leaning on was still blooming.

The flower is so beautiful that it seems to never wither.

He heard Maple Dust say, "She's buried under this pear tree."

At that moment, Xiao Zhi finally felt a sense of peace in his heart, as if the pain around his body gradually dissipated, and he tried to take down the sachet that was firmly pinned to his waist.

The sachet has long been dyed blood-red.

He felt as if the sachet was slowly approaching the pear tree with him. Slowly, slowly.

And just like that, the light around him gradually dimmed, and he fell into the eternal night.

Feng Chen's word of sorry was stuck in his heart, and before he could say it, he saw Xiao Zhi's hand holding the sachet hanging down.

That was the end of Xiao Zhi.

Chu Tian knew that he knew the ending of Xiao Zhi, but he didn't know the ending of Fengchen.

Xiao Zhi does not have the decision of a person to enter the sea of blood, nor does he have the heroism of a promise passed down by later generations.

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