Wei Ruoxiao seemed to wake up instantly, and the pain of Chen Chen came from his chest, and then he realized that he had fallen for Hu Ling'er's trick, and the person who stabbed at the sword was actually his lover, and the hand holding the hilt of the sword trembled, and fell to the ground with a bang, and rushed towards her like crazy: "Feng'er, how can this be, Feng'er, are you okay, wake up, Feng'er, don't leave me, I'm such a bastard, I'm really blind, how did I fall for that traitor's trick, Feng'er, Feng'er, my Feng'er ........" ”

She thought that the catastrophe would be the last farce in their lives, and she could exchange 30 years for a stable rest of her life, so on the other side of the ideal, all the blood and tears in the withered thorns contained fresh buds, and in the face of the calamity and pain, it would bloom more and more gorgeously.

It's just that fate is still acting in vain like a thunderstorm, and the wanton air spreads the smell of mildew and soaks the body. The moment the sword was stretched out, the fairy tale in her memory had begun to slowly dissolve.

"She, it's her, that fox Ling'er - changed into - my appearance, wants to borrow your hand - kill me, let - between you and me - blame each other - hatred, but you, still, - fell for her." She was in terrible pain, like she was going to die at any moment, intermittently.

The breath hovering in his chest was as thin as a cicada's wings, as if he would die of anger at the slightest touch.

Once, he was a light in her life, lighting up her inner light in her miserable life. She also tried to be a lamp for him, and if she died like this, she decided not to shed tears, facing the wind, holding her eyes, and trying not to blink.

.......

Outside the house, I don't know when the wind blew up, looking at the dead and silent person in his arms, his heart was broken, and Wei Ruoxiao cried in despair.

A stream of smoke swept through like a hurricane, circled the courtyard twice, and rushed straight into the house, slashing across Sun Meng's body, and she was immediately held up by an invisible force ........

The wind blinded Wei Ruoxiao's eyes, he grabbed Sun Meng everywhere, and touched the door, wanting to close the wooden door to block the wanton wind, but the strong wind suddenly bounced him aside, and he vaguely saw Sun Meng's body floating out of the house, rushing forward, running towards the body in the air, but he could only watch her lightning gallop away.

"Wind, wind, wind..........." Wei Ruoxiao chased all the way and screamed all the way.

She vaguely and vaguely heard Wei Ruoxiao's tearing voice, but she was no longer powerless to respond, she breathed back a thin breath in her consciousness, and her body floated in the air, she knew that she was on the road to death, walking towards the path of the underworld......

It turns out that those who once said that they would never be separated will finally be scattered at the end of the world, and people are separated, and yin and yang are separated.

.......

The sound of the wooden fish sounded, she fluttered lightly as little as the breeze, and any small movement would make him feel the breath of life.

"Buddha bless, a little life should not be extinguished, if it is not for the villain's tricks, her life should not be like this, as long as I can save Xiaoxiao, I Baimo must practice hard, be a good person who crosses others, ask the Bodhisattva to bless, save Xiaoxiao, save Xiao.......xiao."

Bai Mo desperately beat the wooden fish.

Hearing her faint voice, he hurriedly rushed forward.

"Tiny," he said gently.

"You won't die, I don't want you to die. If you die, my white ink will have no meaning in existing. Listen, I'm not going to let you die, I'm not going to ...... He pressed against her face and whispered.

The hand wandered lightly on her face, but she trembled and trembled: "Xiaoxiao, you will be fine, no, you will not ........" ”