"When you're older, you'll meet someone you really like."

The caution with which he spoke was to see that she was already very tired, and she actually wanted to tell him that it didn't matter, and when she asked, she had actually expected the result. It's just that she still doesn't believe that there will always be some possibility.

She has never been optimistic, but she was overly optimistic about this matter, and with a fluke mood, it is actually a mistake.

"It doesn't matter." The pear fell into the road, but there was the next sentence in my heart that was not spoken, that is, it doesn't matter, how can it be?

Others don't know her thoughts, but she knows best.

But ah, this mind has been in my heart for too long, too heavy, and one day it will be a good thing to let this mind come out.

She can be regarded as able to feel at ease, and it is actually very tiring to lie to herself. The result she got made her no longer even have the possibility of deceiving herself.

She smiled and said:

"Youyan, you have to live well."

Youyan nodded, he really couldn't go with her, he wanted to rebuild this place, and his ambition was actually as important as Liluo.

Seeing his nod, Liluo also nodded, she was happy, and at the same time she was lonely.

The person in the future, high-spirited, is what she wants, but there will never be her next to him. It was at this time that a little hatred burst out of her heart.

Annoyance.

She smiled and said, "If Youyan is doing well, Liluo will be happy." ”

Youyan's tears were no longer controllable, and Liluo's body was almost pale and transparent as time passed, but it was only a few minutes.

"Liluo, don't go."

Riraku looked at him, tracing his facial features with the last of her strength.

Ancient books say that the Soul Clan people are actually cursed people, so if they die, there is no possibility that they will be exiled to the other three races.

She didn't know if it was true or not, but it was true that after the death of the Soul Clan, there was nothing, not even the happiness and joy that carried her. It's like the wind, blowing without a trace, and no one can see it.

It's false to say that she doesn't regret it, because she still has attachment in her heart.

But she couldn't control it, if she chose everyone to die, and finally let Xiao Qinyuan win, she felt that her death was actually very cost-effective.

After all, she was the only one leaving, wasn't she?

And she has a special talent, and she must bear the burden that others can't bear.

This is a matter of course, however, for her, in fact, there has always been only one reason for her to uphold justice.

It's a pity that he won't know.

She doesn't have any strength now, even the weight of her eyelids, she can't stand it at all, so she can only close her eyes, this feeling seems to be the level of tiredness that can only be experienced when she cultivates frantically during the day and does not stop, and she also knows that the end of a girl named Liluo is coming.

And now it's right in front of you. There is no escaping from her. It is also her best choice.

But it's a little unwilling.

On this huge battlefield full of ruins, some people left, some people were still alive, but at this moment, no one dared to speak, no one made any comments on this solemn matter, everyone was silent.

The wind of hunting still doesn't understand people's feelings, so naturally it is still blowing selflessly. The whole battlefield, which was full of lonely and smoky gray after burning, seemed to have stagnated, and the beacon fire was far away, but the pain was irrefutable in people's hearts.

Youyan looked at a person who was so alive, gradually becoming transparent, gradually leaving, her body was virtualized to almost nothing, she became so light and light, lighter and lighter.

In the end, I couldn't even see some of the forms clearly.

Tears flowed down the cheeks.

He knelt on the ground, his hand still in a holding state, but the small hand that happened to fit the shape of his hand was gone, but he still maintained the posture of holding it.

Some people are gone, some people are still there, and life will go on.