That person loved him so hard, tried so hard to express this love, tried so hard to heal the hurt he had done, so the stupid things he did became more and more ridiculous.

However, those years were really not unhappy. Even if every moment, he thinks about how to calculate him, how to squeeze out his last bit of value, and how to use him to achieve the final goal, however, being with him, in fact, can really be very easy.

So many years, so many years, the streamer passed in a hurry.

He deceived his Heavenly Demon Orb, he took him away from the Shura Sect, and they wandered the market, constantly trying all kinds of lives.

He took his boat and passed away with the water, and the end of the world was drifting...... Then, there is the tragedy, the suffering, the treasure......

It's not that he can't enjoy the happiness and warmth of this period of time, free and wanton, it's just that he has never stopped doing what he should do.

After all, he got everything he wanted most, took him, rode together, and ran to the glass house built for him, which cost countless financial resources and mental energy, but only for three days of happy glass fantasy.

Di Jiu looked at it calmly, happiness and scheming, joy and betrayal, the bits and pieces of those days, so the indifference and plan after happiness. He relived everything without blinking an eye, until finally in the fireworks, listening to his laughter, and then, with a sword, stabbed out.

Back then, when a sword was stabbed in the back, he didn't see Han's expression, but now, in the illusion, the man's face was greatly released.

At that time, he was so happy that the sharp blade of the sword pierced through his vest. The smile on his face continued to unfold, and he hadn't even figured out what was going on. He even continued to laugh, and wanted to continue to say things to him that were actually silly and ridiculous.

Little by little, the smile spreads to the end, and then slowly melts. He lowered his head, so slowly, so slowly, so slowly at the tip of the sword that shot out of his chest.

What was in his eyes at that moment, even Di Jiu, even now, he couldn't see clearly.

In the illusion, he drew his sword with his backhand, and in the illusion, Ah Han turned around. Reach for his sword.

Everything, and the usual ridiculous admonition in memory. He was about to die, but he still didn't worry about him.

The man looked at him with a surprisingly calm look, a joy just now, a joy just now, and a strange look in his eyes that looked at the tip of the sword in a daze. It's all gone.

He just, so quiet, so quietly looking at him,

Even though he kept talking, he gave people the impression that he was always quiet.

Di Jiu, who was quietly watching everything, was expressionless. Di Jiu, who was holding the sword of dripping blood in the illusion, was also expressionless. He left cleanly. He didn't look back when he left.

However, the vision of the illusion. did not follow him away, but stayed with Han for a long time. The man who had fallen to the ground, dying, looked up in a daze, looking in the direction in which his figure had disappeared.

The fireworks bloomed brilliantly in the sky, lining his eyebrows and eyes, clearly extinguished, without seeing joy and sorrow, just staring at it so deeply, so deeply.

Then, he quickly turned his head to look at the courtyard gate, and with a struggle, crawled towards the courtyard gate not far away.

Reach forward and press the ground, dragging the whole body, forward, forward, and forward.

The small courtyard gate is just a few feet away, however, in this sky full of fireworks, a piece of glass, far away, like thousands of rivers and mountains.

The man struggled forward, breathing from fine to heavy and then to faint.

Every time the hand is pressed, there is a bright red blood mark on the ground, and the place where the body is slowly dragged over, from the heart, slowly drips to the ground, which is a deep pain mark into the bones.

Di Jiu knew that he was calm, so until this moment, he was still able to open his eyes and watch quietly, instead of shouting in a broken heart. However, why did such a calm self grit his teeth and gurgle, why did he start to tremble inexplicably, and why did his hands and feet have a kind of bone-chilling coldness.

He didn't shout loudly, Han, stop, he didn't shout, Han, don't do this, he just kept his eyes open, watched, watched, didn't know that his eyes were getting bigger and bigger, I didn't know, the bright red bloodshot in his eyes was so shocking.

Thousands of rivers and mountains, when the end of the time, Ah Han gasped and lay down at the gate of the courtyard, looking at the end of the line of sight in front of him, one man and one horse, which was about to disappear. He shouted softly, "Di Jiu! ”

Such a light, such a light voice, even if you stay by his side and put your ears down to his side, you may not be able to hear it clearly.

However, the magical magic weapon in Xiaolou's fairyland made the call as light as a breeze sound like a thunderous earthquake in his heart.

The last glance, he just wanted to look at him, the last sound, he just, wanted to call him.

Di Jiu stared blankly, a mouthful of blood came out of Han's mouth, and his body, which used all his strength, did not move after a violent convulsion.

Di Jiu watched quietly, waiting, this torment had not stopped. The body that had seen life gone moved very slowly, very slowly, after a long silence.

The faint breath was slowly leveling out, and the man, who was perhaps no longer conscious, was trying to breathe slowly and evenly, and the blood-soaked hand, little by little, very slowly, very slowly, very slowly, so slowly, so simply, so simply, at this moment, at last succeeded in hiding the wound in the foreheart, as if only in this way the blood could flow less, and the passage of life would be possible, slower, slower.

The fireworks bloomed in the sky brilliantly, and the earth-shaking sounds sounded silent. The world is still quiet, and the glass is shining, reflecting his eyebrows and eyes from time to time.

Gritting his teeth like that, struggling like that, earning so much that the green tendons on his forehead are about to burst out, trying to open his eyes, trying to maintain his last sobriety, trying to refuse to give up, refusing to sleep, refusing to die......

The one who never took life and death to heart refused to die.

The person who is obviously heartache to ashes, life is worse than death, refuses to die.

Han, you refuse to die, for whom?

He wanted to ask him, but he couldn't.

He wanted to ask him, even though he already knew the answer.

The people in the fantasy world are struggling between life and death, and they are tortured.

The people outside the illusion looked at the struggle between life and death.

It was a long time, as if after countless lives and countless eons, Di Jiu and the others were able to turn into ashes and dust for themselves, only to see Yaoguang and Biluo and others arrive.

After that, it was a long time of rescue and a long period of recuperation, and as soon as he woke up, he tried to persuade the kings to give up the thunderous revenge, and recuperated quietly and obediently at the main altar, trying to smile at everyone, and trying to make himself look alive and well.

Han, who likes to sleep the most, is so poor that he can't sleep peacefully, and he likes to eat and sleep the lazy pig the most, and he doesn't even eat much.

He was prone to fall when he walked a few steps, so thin that a gust of wind could blow it away, and his increasingly thin and slender face was almost invisible when surrounded by the carved brocade robe.

How Han spent those years, Di Jiu has always been very clear. However, no matter how clear it is, how can it be the same as watching a person with his own eyes, a little haggard to such a point.

He remembered with a little dazed that in the past few years, he seemed to have lost weight, but he didn't need to be like Ah Han, who was obviously bitter in his heart, but he still had to try to smile at everyone, and try his best to make everyone, including himself, believe that he was doing well.

In contrast, in fact, in recent years, he may not be as bitter as Ah Han back then.

However, even such a few years of time, the illusion only passed by in a hurry, refusing to appear in detail, and in the blink of an eye, it was Di Yi's return, and Ah Han quietly told and please, still just to protect him.

It's just that, under the ambition and hatred, vanity and stubbornness of countless people, one person's kindness and one person's persistence are already negligible.

The final decisive battle is unavoidable, and the final defeat is a matter of course. It's just that in the end, Han's rescue and help......

Di Jiu smiled slightly, his smile as light as willow silk.

In terms of Han's temperament, those, of course, are also taken for granted.

Nonsense divider-

Secretary Brown: Nalan had 20 hours of labor pain, but he still didn't see the child emerge, and he was already in the operating room for a caesarean section. The surgery is still in progress, and I'll check back in an hour or two. Peace to mother and child.