Scenes from the past came to mind, like a sharp knife cutting the chest, and the pain was so painful that people couldn't breathe. Lang Yu looked at Xiao Ye's face for a long time, and couldn't believe that he would hurt the person he cared about the most like this. From the very beginning, he would consider her to be extraordinary and wanted to make her his pawn. But he didn't know that the person in front of him was the person he was looking for in his previous life.

He wounded her again and again, nearly killing her at his own hands.

Oh, it's fate.

Lang Yu's face was full of tears, and those emotions that had been suppressed in his heart for a long time were instantly poured out. He threw away the wolf-headed wooden staff in his hand and wept bitterly to the sky. The heart-rending sound pierced the sky and crossed the sky.

Helian Chen stood aside, looking at Lang Xi who was crying in grief, and for a while, he could no longer rush up and slap Lang Xi as he thought at the beginning. Maybe this is the true nature of his heart, saying that he wants to change, but in the face of this purest feeling, he will never be ruthless.

At this time, Lang Yu must hate himself very much!

In his previous life, in order to let Xiao Ye stay by his side forever, he did everything to destroy the secret realm, just thinking about letting Xiao Ye return to those times when there was no secret realm, no light dust, and no partners. At that time, Lang Yu and Xiao Ye were really the only ones for each other. And Lang Yu is also true, in love with Xiao Ye.

For Lang Yu, perhaps Xiao Ye is his whole world and the belief to continue to live. Lang Yu was unwilling to let Xiao Ye die like that, and transferred all his hatred to this world, so the original Uncle Wolf who would be desperate to protect Xiao Ye in his previous life became a mage of the Eastern Jin Dynasty who killed countless people and was brutal* in this life.

Helian Chen didn't make another move on Lang Xi, but walked to Xiao Ye's side, waved his hand to disperse the enchantment, and slowly picked up Xiao Ye.

Whether it is Uncle Wolf in the past or Lang Yu now, he will no longer have anything to do with Xiao Ye, everything is over.

"Don't touch my little wolf, I won't let you touch my little wolf." Lang Yu's blood was swollen, his eyes were red, and he roared at Helian Chen, who was hugging Xiao Ye.

After that, he rushed towards Helian Chen like crazy.

Looking at Lang Yu who was rushing towards him, Helian Chen was expressionless.

With a whoosh, Helian Chen's body, a golden Xuanhuo suddenly rose, the wind was raging, the Xuanhuo danced wildly, when Lang Yu rushed to arrive, Helian Chen's eyes pressed suddenly, and the Xuanhuo on his body instantly turned into a sharp arrow, penetrating through Lang Yu's chest like light, knocking Lang Yu back to its original place, and falling heavily to the ground. Blood spurted out of Langyu's mouth and he lay on the ground with a painful face.

"Don't ...... Don't touch my little wolf, don't ...... She's mine, I don't ...... You are not allowed to take her away. Lang Yu lay on the ground and kept talking. The whole person has fallen into a kind of collapse point.

The gaze was already a little sluggish, the already aging body, suddenly, shrunk smaller and smaller, as if it was in the middle of ten or twenty years old in an instant, the white flower head, and the face full of tears, the person in front of him seemed to be an old man who wanted to return.

"The corpse servant magic you have learned is a heavenly taboo, and it is compatible with the special skills given by the heavens, so now, even if I don't kill you, you will definitely die. Before you die, think about what you have done wrong in this life. Your love for Xiao Ye is not love at all, you just keep hurting her, whether it is in the past life or in this life. Helian Chen said lightly to Langyu.

After speaking, he turned around and left, not looking at Lang Yu again.

He knew that Lang Yu would die, and Lang Yu's death was not a combination of evil magic and dragon yin, nor him, but the pain and guilt that died in his heart. If they hadn't been so selfish in their desire to take it, perhaps they would never have come to this point today, wandering in the world for thousands of years and suffering a lot.

When Helian Chen disappeared into the white world with Xiao Ye, Lang Yu was left lying quietly on the ice alone.

Lang Yu looked at the sky that was burned red by the flames, her pupils were dull, and only the tears couldn't help but slip from the corners of her eyes and hit the cold ground.

Helian Chen's words kept ringing in his ears, over and over again.

Your love for Xiao Ye is not love at all, you just keep hurting her, whether it is in the past life or in this life......

yes, does he really love his little wolf? Is it really love? If it's love, why do you want to destroy the happy little wolf, the little wolf likes the secret realm very much, likes Qingchen very much, likes those partners brought back from the outside world, the little wolf is with them, he will laugh often, and he will have a good time, but why, he still wants to destroy the secret realm, and even when Qingchen dies, he will be very happy, obviously the little wolf at that time is grief-stricken.

That's not love, that's hurt.

When they meet in this life, fate makes people, and in another life, he once again hurts the person he wants to protect all his life, what qualifications does he have to say that it is her little wolf? That's his favorite little wolf?

The body, as if it has been emptied, is gradually aging. Lang Yu can feel that he is getting closer and closer to death, and he is not afraid of these, what is really going to die is not his body, but his heart.

Thinking about the long past, happy, happy, and sad, painful. His heart was gradually covered with a layer of dust, and he became confused, and he began to hesitate about his past and present lives, whether he really made the wrong choice. And on the wrong path, gone forever.

Everything was blurry, except for his little wolf's face, which was unusually clear at this time. And that clarity made him even more painful. In the face of the aging of his body, he no longer had the heart to fight, he had been struck by that heavy grief and guilt.

He was wrong, really wrong.

A figure as red as fire suddenly appeared beside Lang Xi, that enchanting face, with a bit of banter, looked down at Lang Xi who was about to die.

That touch of breath is familiar to Lang Xi.

A long, long time ago, it was this person around him who kept him alive until now. On that day of two thousand years, Xiao Ye's death, he was grief-stricken, and on the top of the white snow-capped mountain, this person also appeared beside him in such a red and bloody body.

Then he was a man for seventeen years, and it was this person who appeared by his side and told him that there was a kind of magic in this world that could control others, and this was when he learned the art of corpse servants. And since 2,000 years ago, he has only seen this man twice, and now, this is the third time.

The person in front of him is still enchanting and ghostly, and between his eyebrows, he always inadvertently reveals a bit of anger, more like a person who is easy to like and irritable. And this man, with amazing power, is like a god, and controls everything in this world.

For this person, Lang Yu has nothing to say at this time, in this world, except for his little wolf, he no longer cares who is who.

Jiuyou looked down at the old man who was about to die at his feet, and there was a hint of banter on the corner of his mouth, "Do you remember the agreement between us two thousand years ago?" ”

Lang Yu was speechless.

He remembers everything in the past clearly.

On that day of the year, the man in front of him became a man for him, and said that he would take something from him in exchange. The man never said what it was, and he never felt like he had lost anything.

"Now it's time for your story to end, before you die, I came here to tell you that two thousand years ago, what I took from you was a little bit of a memory about Xiao Ye in your mind." Jiuyou said with a smile.

Jiuyou's words made Lang Yu slightly stunned, and then it was just a fleeting accident, and at the end, a self-deprecating wry smile appeared on his old face: "It turns out that you arranged all this." ”

He finally understood why he didn't remember the name Xiao Ye, only that it was his little wolf.

"Some things are already predestined, and you have accomplished what you should have done in your previous life and this life, so you can also look away, but you still have to do one more thing for me." Jiuyou said.

Lang Yu coughed in pain in his chest and sneered, "I will never hurt the little wolf again." ”

Everything was arranged by the person in front of him, from the past life to the present life, he didn't know who this person was, let alone what this person wanted to do, but he already knew that this person would hurt his little wolf......

He's not going to do that again, never.

Lang Yu looked at the sky, at that moment, the red clouds in the sky dissipated in his eyes, and in his eyes, he seemed to see the snow-capped mountains, the blue sky, and the blue sky, he, his partners, and his little wolf, ran wildly on the top of the white snow-capped mountain......

"Uncle Wolf, look, I caught a snow hare."

"Uncle Wolf, you see the moon is so beautiful tonight, can we run to the moon?"

Those long-ago words traveled from distant time and space, echoing in her ears, and Lang Xi seemed to see the face reflected in the sky, pure and innocent, but stubborn and naïve.

"Little wolf ......" A warm smile appeared on Lang Yu's face, slowly closed his eyes, and used the last trace of Xuan Qi to violently break all the tendons and veins on his body.

This embarrassing life is over.

Jiuyou looked at Lang Yu who committed suicide, the smile on his face finally gradually dissipated, and what came up was some indescribable complexity, at that time, he didn't understand what kind of thing this human emotion was, making people want to live and die, like going crazy and indulging, and it was also that kind of emotion that would make him so handy at controlling everything by Xiao Ye's side.

Whether it's Lang Yu or light dust......

Jiuyou didn't think much about what he didn't understand, and after a while, his face returned to his original mockery, and he snorted lightly at Langyu's corpse, "The last thing I said was actually your corpse, so even if you don't die, I will kill you." ”

With that, with a wave of Jiuyou's hand, Lang Yu's corpse disappeared with him in the vast land of judgment.