It's all late.

Just like when I asked Chihiro to bring the green dragon white jade to wait for me to marry her, it was too late.

I sat on the steps of the Heart Cultivation Palace, looking at the empty hall with empty eyes, I have never loved anyone with my heart in my life, the only person who truly loves me I let her be tortured, and the Hansha Pavilion that I have been trying to get is surrounded by them when I need them.

It's ridiculous.

The window was suddenly pushed open, the wind whistled from the top of the distant mountain, and a slender figure leaped in, and blood was dripping everywhere it passed.

"Go save her!"

I saw a pair of extremely penetrating eyes, like stars twinkling in the sky of the Arctic lands.

"This is the talisman of the Sand Pavilion! Go and save her! “

Her shallot-like fingers were pinched into my flesh and blood, and her eyes were eager.

What I have searched for all my life, which I have sacrificed so much and not obtained, is today given to me by a girl who risked her life and asked me to atone for my sins. I frowned as I watched the blood gushing out of her shoulder blades, I looked at her pale and weak appearance and was stunned, she pursed her lips slightly, and her bloodless lips were bitten by her.

It looked familiar.

"She's dying!"

Her words woke me up, and Chihiro was dying, because because of me, I should atone for my sins.

I stumbled out of the Heart Cultivation Temple, and before leaving, I looked at her deeply, and I regretted not saying that thank you.

I took the talisman and gathered hundreds of elite soldiers from Hansha Pavilion to rush towards the cold palace together, and I rode my horse and galloped wildly in the palace, leaving a clattering sound on the bluestone slab path.

Suddenly, a man dressed in white, wearing a black gold mask, blocked my way on such a bloody evening.

"Why are you doing this to me?"

I looked at the familiar figure in front of me and asked, even though he was wearing a mask, I was still confident.

"As I said earlier, everything is predestined, this is the beginning of fate, if I can't make sure that the beginning runs according to the trajectory, how can I see the ending I have been waiting for for so long?"

A gust of wind whistled from the top of the distant mountains, passing through the distant mountains, over countless rivers and lakes, mixed with painful whimpering and heartbreaking cries.

Chihiro!

I could no longer be calm, I could no longer calmly ask him why he was so decisive.

"I don't care what ending you want, I just know that I don't want this beginning!"

The sword on his side is held in his hand, and the sharp blade wants to print this bloody sunset, close his eyes, draw his sword, and charge, this series of actions are smooth and smooth, without dragging mud.

"Go to the cold palace to save Chihiro!"

I shouted to the elite soldiers behind me.

In front of him, he retreated sharply in the face of my charge, a gust of wind hit, he was already suspended in the air, his voice lingering in the air, with the coolness of mint, not in a hurry.

"I'm sorry." He raised the extremely gorgeous purple air flow in his hand and raised the corners of his mouth, "You're all going to die." ”

The purple air flow gradually spread out in the air, forming an illusory wall of qi, no one could pass through the purple barrier, the only thing to do was to slowly provoke the brilliant sword in his hand with a touch of residual sun.

He moved extremely fast, like a cheetah galloping in the infinite grassland, but his figure was extremely graceful, like the Nine Heavens Crane soaring.

I and the hundreds of elite soldiers of Hansha Pavilion attacked him together, and the blade of the sword cut through the air flow and made a squeaky sound, but he didn't seem to be willing to fight us head-on, he turned into thousands of lights and shadows, like soft water, like floating clouds, and dodged countless swords and swords with incomparable flexibility.

After all, the elite soldiers of Hansha Pavilion are not empty gimmicks, their sword light is like thunder, one after another, continuous splitting, and suddenly a blood-colored barrier blooms in the air, whose blood draws an arc in this air.

A wisp of cyan smoke rose above the cold palace in the distance, and the man in white glanced at it and flicked his sleeves slightly, instantly removed the purple barrier, and then disappeared on this narrow road with a human figure teleporting.

"The last gift I can give you is to bury you together."

His voice disappeared into the cold air.

I listened to his words, and my heart tightened, and I rushed to the cold palace.

If I could go back in time and go back to the beginning of that story, I wouldn't give that piece of green dragon white jade to Chihiro, and if I could, I'd rather die alone than involve the people I love in my dark life, I wouldn't.

That's what I thought when I saw Chihiro lying on the ground with her whole body ****.

I approached her lying on the ground, no matter what kind of fighting was going on around me, no matter what kind of slaughter was going on around me, I couldn't hear or see.

My hands trembled, and I carefully touched her, and I took her in my arms, and just held her quietly in my arms.

"Chihiro, I'm sorry I'm late."

A sword with a sharp edge pierced my chest, and I didn't even look back at who that person was, and if I looked back I would be amazed at who had the same face as me, and if I looked back I would be amazed at why this man with the same face as me said goodbye to me in a female voice, she said.

"I'll bury you together."

It doesn't matter whose voice it is, I don't want to dwell on it even if it's Jiasha's voice, it's all over.

I just hugged Chihiro like this, quietly feeling the suffocation caused by the dry blood in my chest.

I seem to have returned to the temple where I first met her, she was dressed in a blue floral cloth dress, with thick black braids hanging down to her waist, her face was small, and her bangs on her forehead were some moist sticking to her forehead, like an easy-going and gentle washerwoman by the water in the south of the Yangtze River.

I stepped forward, my voice warm.

"Girl, can you give it to the next bowl of soup?"