Junbi carefully pulled out the soft object near the root of the ancient tree, and gently brushed off the layer of dust on it, revealing its original appearance.

It was the fruit of an ancient tree, and it was obviously not the one in front of me by looking at the color and shape. The fruit carries all the pure quantity of the ancient tree, making it an excellent choice for purifying impurities. And burying it under the roots of another ancient tree that has opened up the Spiritual Wisdom and nourishing it with the power of its roots will have a double effect.

The soft fruit resembles a round water bag filled with emerald sap, and the slightly transparent skin of the fruit emerges with intertwined light green veins, and you can vaguely see a piece of inky and faintly red spar in it, floating in the liquid.

Junbi wanted to reach in and take out the spar, but as soon as her fingertips touched the opening, a sharp pain suddenly came from her arm, as if something hit her elbow, making her feel instantly sore. At the same time, the fruit of the ancient tree in her hand also disappeared.

The familiar breath crept into Junbi's nose, and she closed her eyes, holding back a trace of displeasure that flashed in her pupils.

Junbi rubbed his arm and stood up from the ground, "Give it back to me." She didn't even have to guess who her attacker was.

Bai Lang stood in front of Jun Bi, his inky hair was slightly messy, it was obvious that he had arrived in a hurry. In his hand, he was pinching the round green fruit of the ancient tree, which he had planted not long ago.

"Do you know what you're doing?" Bai Lang's voice was hoarse, and his narrow eyes were dark and gloomy, enduring incomprehensible complex emotions.

Junbi didn't answer, just stretched out his hand and stubbornly asked, "Give it back to me." The once clear red eyes are now shrouded in a layer of vague gloom, but her gaze is still clear, without the slightest confusion, she knows what she is doing.

Bai Lang pursed his lips, holding the ancient tree fruit in his right hand and carrying it behind his back, "I won't give it to you." He looked at Jun Bi, his amber vertical eyes rippling, as if smeared with the golden glow of the sun, with some kind of expectation and luxury, "If you want, kill me." ”

The sharp claws of Bai Lang's left hand had pierced the flesh of his palm, and warm blood flowed from his fingers and dripped onto the grass, and he didn't realize it.

Junbi was silent for a while. Her nose was a little sour, and she lowered her head to hide her emotion. For a moment, she wanted to rush to Bai Lang and tell him all the truth of the matter, so that he would know that he was still the same Junbi and had not changed.

Jun Bi knew that Bai Lang hadn't thought about hurting her at all, otherwise, that moment just now shouldn't have just hit her arm, but would have been more deadly.

But sadly, just like Jun Yao couldn't tell Xuan Yu in the past, Jun Bi also embarked on a similar cycle of fate, and the gap between him and Bai Lang became deeper and deeper. Only this time, she won't let Bai Lang die like Xuanyu, even if she is resented by him.

With a decision in his heart, when Junbi raised his head again, all the feelings and reluctance in his eyes disappeared without a trace, and all that remained was the calm like death.

Under Bai Lang's gaze, Jun Bi slowly pulled out Xuanyu behind him, the dark red lines on the sword body were like flowing blood, and the pitch-black blade was slightly raised, pointing straight in the direction of Bai Lang, "Give it back to me." She heard her own cold voice say this, as if she were an emotionless puppet, "I don't want to repeat that again." ”

The moment Junbi pointed her sword at Bai Lang, she had already made a choice with her actions, there was no way back from everything, even if there was an abyss ahead, she had to jump down. Alone.

Bai Lang's heart stabbed fiercely, his breathing gradually began to become heavy, and his left hand, which was bleeding from his side, was also trembling in a faint and invisible amplitude. Even though he had expected such a scenario, when it actually happened, he still felt powerless to resist.

He and Junbi may have been a mistake from the beginning, so now they are destined to end in such a complete break. Indeed, they have never really defined the relationship between the two, maybe they are still in love one second, and they can meet each other the next moment. Maybe he really thought too simply.

"I'm still the same thing, unless you kill me, otherwise, I won't give it to you." Bai Lang said in a low voice.

Junbi gripped the hilt of her sword tightly, and the winding vines wrapped around her arm, with beautiful weaving patterns.

Neither of them spoke again, staring at each other, silent, as if the air around them had condensed as substance.

After a long time, Junbi suddenly pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, it wasn't even a smile, it just touched the muscles on the side of his lips, which looked stiff and ugly. “…… Good. She finally spoke.

The giant sword struck Bai Lang with the power of thunder, and he did not dodge or dodge, nor did he have any intention of taking the move or resisting. Jun Bi's figure followed Xuan Yu, and in the blink of an eye, it was close at hand.

The sharp tip of the sword pierced Bai Lang's coat and skin, without any restraint, and pierced deeply into his heart, only an inch away from his heart, and a slight deviation could directly shatter his Xuanjing.

From beginning to end, Bai Lang didn't move, just stubbornly stared into Jun Bi's eyes. He was betting on her reluctance, on the trace of affection she might have, on that she might not hurt him, but unfortunately he lost.

Jun Bi snatched back the ancient tree fruit from Bai Lang's hand, and the blade of the sword jerked out of his heart, bringing out a puddle of warm blood.

Bai Lang covered his wounds and knelt on the ground covered with gravel. Blood poured out of his fingers, staining his shirt blood-red.

Jun Bi turned around and said indifferently, "There is no next time." When the sound fell, she left without hesitation.

Bai Lang looked at the back that was getting farther and farther away, couldn't support it anymore, and fainted. When he opened his eyes again in a groggy state, the familiar ceiling became as far as the eye could see. The faint aroma of medicinal herbs lingered around him, and he sat up from the bed in a trance, looked in the direction of his side, and whispered in a hoarse voice: "...... Teacher. ”

In front of the table, a white-haired old man was writing something, and when he heard Bai Lang's voice, he put down the pen he was holding and sighed helplessly, "Wake up?" His brow was kind and his expression was calm, as if he were surrounded by calming power.

Bai Lang nodded, his mouth was slightly bitter, and he didn't know if it was because of the medicine.

"I thought you were a sensible person, but I didn't expect that you would be the same as Xuanyu, and you never let me worry." The old man shook his head, picked up a bottle of transparent liquid from the table, walked up to Bai Lang, and handed it to him.

Seeing that Bai Lang drank the potion, his originally pale face finally turned a little bloody, and the old man seemed to be relieved, "Your wound this time is very deep, as long as you advance another inch, the Xuanjing will shatter." You won't be able to recover anytime soon, so you'll have to go back and recuperate. ”

The old man patted Bai Lang's shoulder, as if to comfort and admonish, "It's better to give up earlier, she has no mercy on you." ”

Bai Lang's heart tightened deeply, his head bowed, and he was silent. Give up? Gave up......?