"Father!"

Luo Ziqing's face turned slightly pale, and he wanted to stop it, but he was stopped by Luo Yuntian with a look, stopping Luo Ziqing, Luo Yuntian turned his head to look at Ziyue, his eyes were as deep as ink, "Kill the Demon Venerable with your own hands and avenge the dragon clan and the clan father, is the Heavenly Holy Maiden willing?" ”

Ziyue's body stiffened, her eyes trembled violently, she slowly raised her head for a while, her water-colored eyes were dead, and she looked at Luo Yuntian's cold eyes, Ziyue's thin lips opened slightly: "Okay"

"Moon!" Luo Ziqing's eyes widened, and her eyes were shocked.

Father actually asked Yue to kill Phantom Night with his own hands, which will force Yue to death!

He saw Yue's feelings for Phantom Night very clearly, sincere and strong, it was the determination not to let go even if he lost his life, and it was that affection that made him choose to let go after being sad.

Now, the person she loves has become the enemy of killing her father, but she wants to kill her lover with her own hands, how can she bear such pain and suffering?

"Father, the Demon Venerable is too powerful, it is difficult to kill with the power of the moon, it is better to ......"

"Demon Venerable, I will kill it with my own hands" Interrupting Luo Ziqing's words softly, Ziyue raised her hand and took out a jade flute from the bracelet, and her fingers holding the jade flute trembled slightly, "This is something he gave me, as long as he blows it, he will appear, tomorrow I will use the jade flute to lure him out, and then kill him with my own hands"

Gazing at the jade flute in Ziyue's hand, Luo Yuntian's eyes moved slightly, and then raised his hand to wipe it in mid-air, and an object was thrown towards Ziyue, "This seat will lend you the sacrificial moon, and I will help you to slash the enemy, Heavenly Holy Maiden, you don't want to disappoint the tens of thousands of people in this seat and the Protoss."

Her body trembled imperceptibly, Ziyue clenched the divine bow in her hand and turned away silently.

The sacrificial square was silent, except for the wind whirring.

After that, Ziyue locked herself in the Phoenix Feather Pavilion, and one level was three days.

Three days passed quietly, and when the first rays of sunlight in the morning sprinkled into the Holy Spirit Domain, the silent Protoss suddenly opened their eyes, their eyes were sharp, and their momentum was like a rainbow, and the battle of the crusade officially began!

Dragon Clan, Phoenix Feather Pavilion.

The closed courtyard door was slowly opened, and a white-clothed figure slowly stepped out in the morning light.

The eyes are cold, the expression is resolute, and the water-colored eyes can no longer find a trace of warmth, some are just full of silence and determination, as if all emotions are sealed by her.

Raising her hand to take out the jade flute from the bracelet, Ziyue closed her eyes slightly, and then flew away.

This catastrophe started because of her, and it should be ended by her own hands.

Flying into the Luoyan Valley, Ziyue raised her eyes to look at the Mo Sang flowers blooming wantonly at the bottom of the valley, biting her lip, her heart ached, Mo Sang Flowers, the flowers of July, but bloomed in October.

With the power of heaven and earth, Mo Sanghua will always bloom undefeated, how can such a person with such ability be affectionate to her? It's just that I met her and acted in an affectionate scene.

And she drowned in his tenderness.

A line of tears slipped from the corner of her eyes, and Ziyue slowly raised the jade flute, and her tears blew softly.

The melodious sound of the flute swept in the valley with boundless sorrow, and the purple moon closed her eyes, letting her tears ripple, and all the sorrow and despair melted into this flute sound.

She and his ten years quietly shattered at this moment.

The flute fell, and the mourning dispersed.

Ziyue slowly opened her eyes and looked up at the other side of the river.

Under the Mo mulberry flowers, beside the moon river, the phantom night is pouring into the city.

His eyes are like water, his smile is like a lotus, he is dressed in white, and the flying petals fall on the ends of his ink-colored hair, reflecting the gentle smile and beauty to the extreme.

Looking at such a phantom night, Ziyue suddenly smiled bitterly, in front of her, he would always be a saint venerable who was not stained with dust, cold and arrogant, as if he had no desire and no desire.

After turning around, he became a demon venerable, gloomy and cruel, and bloody ape.

She only knew one side of him, and thought that it was all he had, but when she was old, she only weaved a dream for herself, a beautiful but desperate dream.

After ten years of dreaming, it is time for her to wake up.