Fifteen Rui jumped off the altar and felt that the air rippled for a moment, and in an instant, her eyes suddenly lit up, and the moist air mixed with water droplets rushed towards her face, hitting her face with a slight pain.

Fifteen Rui jumped out of the altar.

It's pouring rain in the outside world.

The night was thick and dark clouds were overhead.

A crane flew from behind the fifteenth and held her firmly.

Fifteen Rui didn't have to think about it, this crane must be mechanical.

Lying on the mechanical crane, Fifteen Rui glanced behind her, and where she jumped out, there was nothing, nothing but black clouds.

The altar is indeed in heaven. For a moment, Fifteen Rui sighed a little that the power of Le's secret technique, which could actually build a building in the sky, was still unknown, it was really powerful.

Through the thick rain and fog, Fifteen Rui began to look around for the white shadow in her heart, but at this time, where is the figure of Yanchen? In addition to the rain, it is the fog, and the whole night in the rain has nothing to do with the white.

The mechanical crane hovered down with Fifteen, placing her in the rain and flying in the direction of the altar.

Fifteen Rui didn't care much, and as soon as he landed, he began to look around for Yanchen's figure.

It's a suburb where the grass as tall as a man rises and falls with the icy wind, just like a sea of grass.

The raindrops hit Fifteen Rui's body, falling into the puddles of stagnant water on the ground, splashing huge blisters, and Fifteen Rui was unaware of all this. At this time, what Fifteen Rui wanted was to quickly find the stinky boy who moved her, made her fall in love, and made her irritable.

Yanchen ran out like this, most likely because she misunderstood her thoughts, she wanted to find him quickly, and then say loudly to him that she was willing.

She is also willing to live forever and never leave her.

Although the rest of her life was very short.

"Yanchen ----!"

There is no shortage of danger in the outskirts of the Imperial Star. In the dark night when the wind was raging, the cries of the wind were like beasts, and waves of grass brushed the soaked clothes of the fifteen rui, and the raindrops as big as beans fell on the earth mercilessly, making countless loud noises like falling stones, and all the sounds of the rainy night gathered to play a bleak and euphemistic song in the ears of the fifteen rui.

Alone contains no fear.

The fifteenth rui, who was afraid of the dark, couldn't care about being afraid, she brushed away a handful of weeds with her bare hands, kicked in the muddy water that didn't reach the upper of her shoes, and walked forward step by step, "Yanchen ----!"

The woman's loud cry pierced the night sky, but it was precipitated in the thick night.

No response.

On his hands, some small scars began to appear one after another, which were cut by weeds. The blood and water melted into the rain, and it was long time impossible to distinguish between them.

The smell of fresh blood wafted out with the wind, and so did the scent of the human race.

Suddenly, the dark clouds in the sky were plated with a layer of golden light, and the light floated down with the gap between the clouds, shining on the vast rain curtain.

In the light, a rain of swords fell.

The light of the gods, the death of the sword.

The familiar sword light made Fifteen Rui go towards the bright light.

Sure enough, as expected by Fifteen Rui, the center of the sword rain was Yanchen.

The sad white pierced the eyes of Fifteen Rui.

She wondered, why was Yanchen so sad?

She didn't say a word, and he had concluded that she didn't want to?

The tears slipped down again, and the heart that had plucked up the courage to move forward was shattered into one place the moment he saw Yanchen.

The fierce rain of swords hit Yan Chen's body, he didn't dodge, he didn't dodge, the blood had already stained the gorgeous clothes of the past, and slowly flowed into the darkness along the golden light.

Ten thousand swords pierce the heart.

Die in the heart.

Only scars remain.

Bloody, he was shrouded in anger, and he was particularly dazzling in the divine light.

Fifteen Rui ran wildly, her cheeks covered with tears and rain, slid down her neck, and disappeared, leaving only scars, with complete despair and hurt in her heart.

"Yanchen, you stop----!"

"Stop!"

The desolate cry was a little trembling, delicate and persistent, but the darkness was too deep, the wind and rain were too great, and the sound was drowned in it.

The figure surrounded by countless sword lights seemed to be a little unstable, and Yanchen turned his head, as if he hadn't looked back.

Fifteen Rui's chest hurt so much that his breathing almost stopped, he, is he okay?

"Yanchen ----!"

Reaching out to touch the outermost golden light, the fifteenth stamen was ejected a few meters away and fell into the muddy water.

Fifteen Rui reluctantly got up and continued to rush forward, she couldn't watch Yanchen kill herself.

Is he going to kill himself?

The speculation for no reason in her heart made Fifteen Rui panic, and her heart, which had always been lonely, felt lonely for the first time.

Hopeless loneliness.

Fifteen Rui fell to the ground again, the rain and tears filled her eyes, she couldn't see the figure in front of her clearly, but she had to go in, she would rather this cozy sword rain hit her than see them hurt Yanchen.

The countless falls made Fifteen Rui sore, and this small injury was nothing compared to the pain in her heart. Fifteen Rui rose and struggled, her movement towards the aperture gradually slowed, her energy almost exhausted, and Fifteen Rui sat down in the rain in despair, her black hair sticking to her cheeks, writing scars.

Wounds in the heart.

She saw with her own eyes that the man in the rain of swords was half-kneeling on the ground, holding the sword in one hand.

Shaped like a half-skull.

The rain of swords was still falling silently.

The sword is in the heart, there are Yanchen, and there are also fifteen.

If only her ability was strong enough, then she might be able to catch Yanchen at the beginning, she might be able to catch Yanchen, she might be able to break through the aperture, then she could stop this from happening.

There are many kinds of maybes, but there is no exception.

She couldn't do a single thing.

For the first time in her life, Fifteen Rui blamed herself for her incompetence, she hung her head, no longer daring to look at the man in the rain of swords, her hands digging deep into the weeds, remorse.

The clouds in the sky were thicker, the rain was heavier, and tears were dripping down the mud like rain, more and more violently than the rain. The blood slid out of his fingers, staining the muddy water all over the ground, and Fifteen Rui didn't care, who had more blood than the blood dripping from his heart? Who had more blood than the person in the rain of swords?

Ten thousand arrows pierce the heart, wave after wave.

Fifteen's head ached and she fainted in the mud.

It should have been knocked down.

A rickety black figure knocked Fifteen with a stick and dragged her into deep darkness.

The sword rain rained enough, venting the resentment that had been accumulated in his heart for days, and Yanchen took it.

The light disappeared, and the rain of swords turned into a heavy rain, dripping on him, merging with heaven and earth.

In Yanchen's life, he has never been afraid of words.

Once, he swept thousands of troops with his sword, fought the evil demons alone, and never knew what he was afraid of.

But at that moment, the moment she saw Fifteen's tears, he was scared.

He was afraid that she would say that she would not want to.

Once those words came out, how would he face her?

He kept saying that she was running away, but he never thought that it was himself who escaped in the end.

After all, he is not as powerful as he imagined.

A stream of blood spurted out of his mouth and landed on his already red-stained clothes, instantly disappearing into it.

A faint smile appeared on his pale face, Yanchen stood up, raised his head suddenly, and a touch of crimson flashed in his dark eyes, which was a confirmation of love.

If you lose your heart, you have to make up for it with something.

The brocade clothes are flying, and what is raised is a faint sorrow, the sky is wide and wide, and it can't erase the stubborn strength.

The dark clouds gradually dispersed, the full moon dew like a jade plate, the heavy rain stopped, and the smell of earth mixed with the smell of fresh blood spread in the Liaoliao wilderness.

The love in the crimson eyes suddenly froze, became finely shattered, and then dissipated, and the killing intent exploded in an instant, and the weeds as tall as people fell to the ground one after another, clinging to the ground, bowing their heads around the resolute jade shadow.

A sneer suddenly opened, his fingertips slashed the blood on the sword's body, and the whole earth trembled, very good, he actually dared to rob people in his anger, was he afraid that his anger would not be released?