"That person, it can't be me... As long as the subject's life dies, the devouring dispersion will also be automatically unraveled, you don't have to resent yourself, this is my choice, cough...! ”

Ci Du hugged him very tightly, as if he wanted to hug his bones, "Qingfeng, you will be fine... You won't die... No, don't say that, okay? ”

"You... will live forever on earth..."

"You won't be plagued by illness or death..."

"And I..."

He paused, his voice faintly audible:

"I will be by your side as a breeze..."

Xu Qingfeng stroked the wooden hairpin on his head, and finally glanced at the person he loved in this life, his blood-colored eyes narrowed slightly, and slowly, and finally closed forever.

"Breeze...!"

"Xu Qingfeng...!"

"How can you be crueler than me..."

"Open your eyes and look at me..."

"Look at your words..."

Ci Du took off the wooden hairpin, hugged the already cold person in his arms and roared, his body was instantly shrouded in layers of powerful blue light, the dark clouds on it turned into a rare black purple, and the ice blue lines between the eyebrows began to extend and expand, becoming more and more dazzling.

"Not good! The spirit of the gods in the twilight is pressed! ”

"How so?!"

"Run! We can't resist! ”

"Hurry up! Stop it! Come on! ”

"Hurry up! Survival is the most important thing! ”

The crowd was shocked.

So far, for tens of millions of years, there have been very few people who have turned on the spiritual pressure, but every time it is opened, people within a radius of hundreds of miles will die without a whole corpse, and the lives will be ruined, and the world will have a nightmare!

The spiritual pressure must have a deep enough internal force as the foundation, and it will only open on its own when the spirit is greatly impacted, and a person will only open it once in his life.

With a hollow expression, the red-robed young man in the red robe who had been silent was picked up horizontally, stepping on the ice nightmare, and the ice blue aura around him flowed, bringing a wanton hurricane violently.

"You... All of them will pay for him! ”

His voice was as cold as ice.

He stood on the top of ten thousand mountains, and his ink eyes turned completely natural blue, as deep as the ocean, and he couldn't see the end.

The pupils shrank, accompanied by the heart-rending screams of countless people, and the white light submerged the area beneath them.

Next.

Firecrackers were set off on the street, and the old man with a gong was beating loudly, and his voice was full of joy: "The young master of the demon world, Xu Qingfeng, died tragically on the top of Kunlun Mountain, and I heard that it was the god of the fairy world who personally stabbed his demon head!" ”

"The Immortal and Demon War is over! The demons didn't leave a single mouth alive, it's really happy! It's just that since that great war, no one has seen that God again..."

The people were beaming.

A little girl tugged at her mother's sleeve.

"Mother." The child looked at her in confusion.

"What's wrong?" Her mother looked down at her.

"Isn't everyone happy?" She blinked in confusion, "Will the gods of twilight be as happy as we are?" Or is it... Will he be unhappy? ”

The mother quickly covered her mouth and whispered:

"What is the mind of the gods that we mortals can read? Our people just have to be happy! ”

The little girl nodded suspiciously.

The screen turns.

It's still the bamboo forest in my memory.

The silver-haired man sat quietly in front of an ancient tomb, his white and slender knuckles holding a cyan jade flute to his lips. His eyelids drooped slightly, the breeze blowing, and a black-robed figure seemed to stand behind him, smiling at him.

"Ah Ci."

"Breeze."

"May in the next life, you are not Xu Qingfeng, and I am not a twilight. We are ordinary and plain, and we love each other steadily. ”

(End of the play)

The barrage has exploded.

Countless fans in front of the screen cried into tears.