Long Ziyue took two steps forward slightly, and said softly: "Your strength has not yet recovered, the masters of our clan may not be able to suppress you, it is useless to fight against you, the Protoss only wants to take back the Xuanming Sword, and does not want to be your enemy."

"So...... Do you choose to help the Protoss? "Phantom Night's voice is amazingly hoarse

Long Ziyue closed her eyes lightly, and opened them with a smile for a long time, "Yes"

Phantom Night suddenly laughed sadly, and then pulled out the Xuanming Sword, the blade of the sword pointed directly at Long Ziyue, and the trembling words squeezed out from between his teeth, "If you dare to make a move, I will kill you"

Long Ziyue just raised her lips slightly, slowly walked away, and approached the phantom night step by step.

On the silent bluestone road, the slender figure walked gently towards the sunset, and the bright red wedding dress rustled in the light wind, with the determination to die.

Phantom Night's hand trembled violently, and the cold sword blade whispered sadly in the ghostly light, like struggling more like pleading, Long Ziyue was still slowly approaching, shattering thousands of sorrows with a light smile.

The sad phoenix eyes finally drooped, and all the expectations turned into death.

If this is your choice, I will end it myself.

Phantom Night slowly clenched his sword and stabbed into the dim sunlight.

The cold blade of the sword rested against the bright red wedding dress, emitting a cold light.

Blood overflowed from the blade of the sword, staining the lonely autumn red.

Phantom Night threw away the long sword with a bang, staring at the stunning figure in front of him tremblingly, his voice was low and hoarse, with the sadness of his heart after death, "Long Ziyue, you and I will never owe each other again"

The west wind snatches away the remaining leaves, leaving a blank silence.

The bluestone road decorated with red silk exudes a dark sadness, so painful, so thick.

Long Ziyue stood quietly in place, staring at the plain shadow dissipating, the corners of her lips gently raised, and the bright red blood droplets fell to the ground, with a piercing enchantment.

"Moon" Luo Ziqing rushed forward, hurriedly grabbed Long Ziyue, looked at the dark red in front of him, and felt a pain in his heart, for the sake of Phantom Night Yue'er to be able to sacrifice so far, what else is he unwilling to do?

"Ziqing, I'm fine" softly comforted Luo Ziqing, Long Ziyue leaned over, picked up the Xuanming Sword on the ground, gently wiped off the blood on the sword, and the lingering tenderness sank under her eyes.

Although the sword was wounded in the heart, it was only a shallow piercing, and it hurt the vital point.

After all, the night was reluctant to kill her, even if she was heartbroken, he couldn't bear to really hurt her.

Even if there are thousands of years apart, even if his memory is lost, his deep affection for her has never dissipated.

His love is still strong, but she has no qualifications.

can't accompany him to the end of his life, how dare you be gentle with him?

Cool tears slid down the corners of her eyes, fading away the warm red, like raindrops falling on the bottom of her heart, soaked in all kinds of tenderness, Long Ziyue smiled gently, and her jade face under the shimmer was gentle and quiet.

Night, I can meet you again in this life, it is enough for me.

Wiping away the tears left on her cheeks, Long Ziyue raised her hand and gently tore off the red silk at her waist, and the bright red clothes fell down in an instant, there was no red luan, no brocade and phoenix, just pieces of Mo mulberry flowers.

Luo Ziqing clenched her fists tightly, and a cold wind swept through her heart.

It was a gorgeous red dress, but it was not a wedding dress for marriage.

Yue'er, from the beginning, never thought of marrying him.

Even if it's just a show, I don't want to go against my will.

The man who was willing to put her in a wedding dress was never him.

Never before, never after.

But he coveted her softness and dependence, thinking that in this way he would be able to keep her.

In the end, it pushed her further.

Hunting in red, how many injuries have been condensed.

Long Ziyue turned around, stared at Luo Ziqing, and cried with a smile, "Ziqing, I'm sorry"