"Don't-no-"

The blue fire fell, and it should have ignited a raging fire.

I don't know whose hand caught the dark blue flame, and the fire left a blurred mark of flesh and blood in his hand, and then began to spread......

"Zhentian." Luo Lin lost her voice for a while, and her voice was hoarse.

The faint blue flame was caught in Nan Zhentian's hand, but his hand was scorched with a large piece of flesh and skin, and the palm of his hand was full of flesh and blood.

"Father—"

In the distance, Nan Zhentian saw Nan Zhentian rushing over desperately and catching the scene of the faint blue flame.

He tried to stop it, but he didn't have time to stop it.

"Zhentian, why, why are you so stupid...... Zhentian ......" Luo Lin hugged Nan Zhentian and cried heartbreakingly.

If Ren Muxing is an obsession that she can't let go, then Nan Zhentian is her last harbor in her obsession.

"Luo Lin......" Nan Zhentian, who was dying, raised the hand that was not burned by the fire.

He seemed to want to touch her cheek, but he couldn't muster his strength, "Life and death are fate, don't cry." I never knew, and my husband, the moment I knew the truth, I wasn't angry, I was only distressed, distressed... But I can't do anything, and now, that's the last thing I can do. ”

"Zhentian, don't speak, it'll be fine." Luo Lin hugged Nan Zhentian's body and cried like a child.

This is the second time she has cried like this.

The first time was when Ren Muxing died.

This time, it was Nan Zhentian who took the faint blue flame with his bare hands for her.

Nan Zhentian wiped the tears on her cheeks, her stupid gaze, and she was reluctant to swallow her last breath, "That's an obsession, I can't empathize with it." I just want to be happy and live for myself...... Promise me Luolin ......"

"I promise, I promise everything, don't talk, it'll be fine." Luo Lin cried hysterically, her face covered with tears, and her hands that had nowhere to put her hands did not know what to do.

Just as she tried to take him into her arms, the hand on her face, which was wiping his tears, suddenly slipped off and hung down on the floor.

The wind was not strong today.

But when every wisp of wind blew, there was a whining wail in the air.

Even the wind mourns.

Luo Lin didn't move, she closed her eyes and put her forehead on Nan Zhentian's forehead, the tears in the corners of her eyes were still falling, and she couldn't hear all the sounds in her ears.

The faint blue flame began to burn gradually, and the speed was so fast that after a while, Nan Zhentian was turned into a pile of ashes by the dark blue flame.

Luo Lin's arms were empty.

"Father—"

Nan Yanyuan shouted hoarsely, and the leg that knelt on one knee on the ground turned into a kneeling on both knees. His face was full of sorrow, and there was a lifeless look in his stoic eyes. He was trembling all over, trembling with restraint, but he couldn't do anything.

"Luo Lin, do you see, because of selfishness, they are all dying for it." Yu Qingkong stretched out his hand, snapped his fingers, and a faint blue fire appeared in his hand.

She tossed the flame, and a cluster of flames fell into the ice coffin.

The raging flames burned, and the ice coffin was a dark blue firelight, overwhelmingly fascinating Luo Lin's eyes, covered with bloodshot and endless hatred stretching wildly.

"Makuro ......"

She murmured, finally calling out her husband's name.