Luo Yu never thought that her weight in Jing'er's heart had been gone, so much so that she didn't believe her words or believe in her own person.

As if blood was dripping in his heart, his faith and strength were gradually leaving him, Luo Yu suddenly shook the cell door like crazy, and shouted loudly: "Jing'er! Calm down! I don't care if others believe me or not! Listen! The person who released the demon is Yuan Yu! He is not dead! He was taken away by the demon!"

"I don't listen! I don't listen! You liar! You liar! You killed Senior Brother Xiao! Why didn't you go to the Fire Forbidden Gate with Wang Hongxu back then! You obviously don't like Senior Brother Xiao, why do you want to come here!"

Every word in Jing'er's words was like a sharp knife, piercing deep into Luoyu's heart!

Luo Yu couldn't believe that the care she had always cared about her was superfluous, she didn't care, and she was even disgusted by her?

Looking at Jing'er's back running farther and farther away through the cell door, Luoyu lost her speech, and her heart slowly became cold, until she heard her resentful cry in the distance, "I'd rather never have your brother!"

Luoyu finally fell into the bottomless abyss.

He didn't know how he spent the last few days of his life, he just kept thinking, could it be that I was wrong? Jing'er didn't need me at all? My presence only made her more miserable?

But why? We grew up together, and when she was at home in the past, she was so dependent on herself, and after only a few years of coming out, there was only one Senior Brother Xiao left in her mouth? Could it be that Xiao Yu was really so important in her heart? And she was worthless? Was it because her talent was too poor and her status was too low to be her brother?

I don't believe it!

The more Luo Yu thought about it, the more unwilling he became, he really hoped that those were all angry words that Jing'er said with grief and anger for a while, he finally cheered up and knocked on the cell door to call the jailer.

It's a pity that the cell in Jichuanmen is not like the mortal world, and someone has to bring water and food every day, and he is not afraid of him escaping, Luoyu shouted exhausted and couldn't expect half a figure, so he could only sit by the door weakly, constantly looking at the passage, waiting for someone to pass by. Although he knew very well that if anyone came again, he was afraid that it would be time for his death sentence to be executed.

For Xiao Yu, Luo Yu no longer knows whether he should hate him or not. Who knows if this was a fall from the well before he died, or if he was also deceived by Yuan Yu? If even Xiao Yu was a victim of Yuan Yu's plan, then Yuan Yu was too powerful! Or Xiao Yu simply wanted to die by himself?

Hey, even so, Luoyu doesn't have to hate. Because in this cultivation world, where the weak eat the strong, he is so humble, people can crush him to death with one finger, but they are willing to waste their energy to find an excuse for him to die, isn't it not mercy and charity for him?

Luoyu guessed correctly, and it didn't take long for someone to mention him for execution.

Unlike ordinary death row inmates, Luoyu's excitement when he saw the person who came made the two deacons wonder if they hadn't made it clear, did Luoyu think that they had come to acquit him and not to carry him out?

Fortunately, Luoyu quickly explained his last request and answered their doubts, that is, they must see Jing'er before they die.

His earnest affection made the two deacons hesitate, and even if they were hard-hearted, they could not help but feel pity for the dying man, not to mention that the last words and wishes before the execution were originally their routine.

Although it was much more troublesome to meet people than to leave a last word, they still did not refuse.

At this time, Luoyu didn't want to win her trust or forgiveness, but was just worried about what his family would do if he left. Jing'er lost her mother since she was a child, her father was away all the year round to take care of the business, and her mother raised her as her own daughter since she was a child.

It's a pity that the deacon who ran to find someone returned in vain, Luoyu suddenly became excited, shouting that it was okay for him to be unjustly killed, but if he didn't see Jing'er himself, he couldn't die no matter what!

Everyone in the Hall of Discipline was shocked by his persistence and hysteria, and they all whispered, "How can this guy still shout that he is innocent so justifiably? Is he really innocent? Or is he crazy?"

"Well, it's more likely to be crazy. Where is all the evidence clearly placed, how can he be innocent?"

"Yes! He must have been scared and frightened!"

"Who is Lan Jing'er? She is the same as Xiao Yu, the closed disciple of Elder Xue, the second master of the Jichuan Sect, and her status is much higher than ours, how can she be the sister of this outer disciple who is extremely sinful and wasteful? I have never heard of it?"

Because of Luoyu's almost crazy insistence, the poor deacon ran back and forth three times without finding Jing'er, and finally only brought back one sentence, "I don't have a brother like you." Again, this is the result of his lack of intergenerational tone.

Luoyu heard the words like a thunderbolt, and her heart was like ashes, it turned out that all this was true, she really hated me?

At this moment, Luoyu really felt that life was worse than death, that is, all a person's persistence and all his efforts were ruthlessly defined as meaningless moments in blood.

He suddenly felt so sad and lonely, he had not felt a trace of warmth since he came to this place, and he had not met anyone he could trust. It's funny that he once tried to protect Jing'er?

Fortunately, the process of this inner torment was not long, and for him, a prisoner on death row, everything was over soon.

......

When Luoyu woke up again, he was actually very unhappy in his heart, he only felt that he was the purest when he was dead, why hadn't he died yet? Could it be that they found that they were more miserable when they were alive, so they cruelly canceled the death penalty?

The illusion was too real, and Luo Yu thought dizzily, where is he now, and what kind of happy way can he die?

Reluctantly opening his eyes, a silent, colorful garden scene appeared in front of him.

This scene was so familiar, Luo Yu was stunned again, and his brain couldn't turn this corner. He touched a few handfuls of his body, and the injuries that had not been good since the night the demon was born did not exist, but the pain in his heart was not reduced by half a point because of the change of scenes.

Suddenly noticing the jade slip placed on the ground, Luoyu Ghost picked it up and looked at it like a god, and his face showed a tangled and relieved complex emotion, and then he could no longer hold back the bitterness and fatigue in his heart, and fell on his back.

Luoyu is very glad that Jing'er has not become what she is in the illusion, at least the last she he has seen is still the innocent and happy sister who always loves to pester him in his memory. Provided, of course, that she's still alive.

So Luoyu was not good again in a blink of an eye, and then fell into the dilemma of whether it was better for Jing'er to live but not recognize him, or whether Jing'er was gone but did not change until death.

Soon he could no longer support it, and he could not even meditate and regain his strength, so he lay on the ground weakly and fell into a deep sleep.

Since the beginning of his cultivation, this was the first time that Luo Yu had returned to that strange dream with no clue.

But he was too tired to have the heart to explore the secrets here, so he was in a daze. It wasn't until he naturally regained some energy that he began to revisit the scene before his brother's death. The strange thing is that this scene has not faded in the slightest after so long, but has a tendency to become clearer and clearer.