Chapter 2151 Soul Tears "Bang!" The crystal tears dripped on Lin Ming's face and gently shattered.

In this confused world, the sound of teardrops breaking was incomparably clear, as if it came from another time and space.

It's a soul tear.

Some souls will shed tears when they feel sad and hurt...... Seeing the soul tears shattered and Shengmei laughed miserably, she knew how pale this soul tears were at this moment.

Because...... I can't go back.

Moreover, even if time comes all over again, it will be the same result, because the environment at that time was a dead end for Lin Ming...... In the lamentation, the physical pleasure originally brought by the union with Lin Ming seemed to be slowly gone.

At this time, the soul of Shengmei has completely fallen silent.

She watched as the only man in her life who had ever been involved in love and hatred slowly lost all the original soul and life force under her own remedy...... He was already extremely weak, like a star that had completely dimmed after burning himself out.

At that moment, Shengmei felt that her soul was as cold as a piece of ice.

She looked at Lin Ming, who was asleep and was already a complete waste, and only felt as if there was a knife in her heart, slowly cutting the flesh and blood in her heart with a knife...... At the last moment, she left a wisp of her own origin soul in Lin Ming's body, but she knew how slim the possibility of this wisp of spirit playing a role was...... This is equivalent to saying that Lin Ming is finished.

She personally destroyed the man she had wanted to go away with and completely jump out of the vortex of doom...... Before it began, it was over...... She waited silently, her heart was like a barren tomb, she had only waited for a few hours.

To her, it seemed like millions of years.

At this time, Lin Ming was sleeping.

Wake up quietly.

He looked at Shengmei and smiled miserably.

Grass is green.

The breeze struck, and the two looked at each other like this, and time seemed to be frozen into eternity in this moment.

I don't know how long it took, but Shengmei finally spoke.

It is still the words that Shengmei once spoke, and now, Shengmei listens as a bystander.

"Hate me......"

This doesn't seem to be asking Lin Ming, but as if it is a torture from Shengmei's own soul.

"What reason do I have to hate you, if it weren't for you, I'm afraid I'd have been killed by Fluttering Feathers. Now it is a cold corpse, and it should even be said that if it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been able to leave the Divine Domain at that time, and I would have died in the hands of the Great Brahma God King......"

In the past and present life, Lin Ming's answer was word by word, and Shengmei remembered it clearly.

She was silent, listening, and every conversation they had back then echoed in her ears.

She could have repeated it word for word...... Until Lin Ming said: "You are really unscrupulous, in order to achieve your goal of cultivating the law of eternal life, your own * can be used as a tool." In the mortal world. What is the difference between you and women who sell themselves for money*?"

These words of scolding Shengmei as a prostitute caused a lot of waves in Shengmei's heart back then, but when she listened to it today, she didn't stir up anything in her heart, only a lament.

Maybe there is really no difference, the same can't control your own fate, the same sad ending...... It's over...... Shengmei knows.

This qiē is destined, no matter how it is repeated.

It's all the same result.

Then...... Shengmei saw her body break through the air, leaving Lin Ming lying on the ground as if he was dead.

There is no longer any life...... Her soul did not leave with the main body, but stayed in the Tianyan Continent, looking at Lin Ming.

At this moment, Shengmei was a little stunned.

How so?

Shengmei didn't know, but slowly, her mood trembled slightly, she had been looking at Lin Ming in this Tianyan Continent for several days.

I still didn't leave with the body.

Faintly, she had a feeling in her heart, could it be ...... Can you see Lin Ming's experience over the years?

Back then, because of the Soul Emperor's existence, she couldn't track Lin Ming at all, and since she left Tianyanxing, she also went to the dark abyss.

But now, she got such an opportunity in a dream.

What she saw in the dream, what happened to Lin Ming, could it really have happened?

Shengmei suddenly thought of this, but finally shook her head slowly.

Maybe even if you see it, it's just your own imagination.

This secret realm of the tomb of the demon god, no matter how powerful it is, it is impossible to know Lin Ming's memories and then immerse himself in it.

But even so, Shengmei still watched silently.

She wanted to see what Lin Ming experienced later, even if it was just her own imagination.

The years change, spring goes to autumn.

Shengmei silently waited by Lin Ming's side, like a ghost guarding the tomb.

And in this wilderness, Lin Ming seemed to fall into a permanent slumber, his body was covered with fallen leaves and dust, and even grass grew on the soil.

Shengmei's heart is heavy, but she is extremely patient.

She waited, waited.

Until one day, Lin Ming opened his eyes slowly, slowly...... Shengmei's heart froze, and the brilliance on her face changed slightly, showing the instability of her soul at this time.

She saw that Lin Ming stood up silently, and the fluttering dirt and weeds rolled down from him, this scene was as if Lin Ming had crawled out of the grave.

Lin Ming is gone, not knowing where to go.

Shengmei silently followed.

She followed him over the mountains, over the rivers, across the sea, until he reached a mountain like a sword.

On the top of the mountain, Shengmei saw two swordsmen who, in her opinion, were completely at the beginning of the martial arts path, and they knew martial arts at the top of the Sword Mountain.

"It's the old man Lin Ming knew in the mortal world!"

Shengmei looked at Lin Ming's eyes and understood this meaning from his eyes.

She saw the fierce duel between the two musketeers in mid-air, and also saw that after the competition, Lin Ming and the two musketeers were drinking and chatting in the room.

These two swordsmen, in Shengmei's opinion, were as light as dust, if it weren't for Lin Ming, she wouldn't have been half interested in listening to them say half a word.

However, listening to it, Shengmei was a little surprised.

The words spoken by the two swordsmen actually contained an inexplicable truth in them.

Especially what a swordsman in Tsing Yi said, that set of feelings about the peak of martial arts, made her feel as if her heart had been touched by something - in this world, there are endless peaks, but there is always a peak, which is the highest, I will keep looking for it, my vision is limited, I may never find it, but I will still keep climbing, because I climb a peak, my vision will be broader, so as to see, where the higher peak is, I climb down again, and climb the new peak I found again, and repeat ...... The words of the swordsman in Tsing Yi echoed in Shengmei's ears for a long time, and even she herself was inexplicably grateful because of the fighting spirit contained in these words.

This kind of fighting spirit actually applies to her.

And later about wine and life, Shengmei set off a bigger wave in his heart when he heard it - "taste spicy and mellow aroma, and realize the mystery when you are confused." ”

When the drunken swordsman in Tsing Yi said these words, Shengmei was completely stunned.

It's not that the artistic conception in the words itself is profound, but in the dream, suddenly hearing these words that could not have appeared in Shengmei's imagination made her heart tremble quickly.

She had an inexplicable feeling, that is, maybe the qiē she saw in the dream might not be fake, but Lin Ming's real experience back then!

The various place names in the mouths of the two swordsmen, the descriptions of Lin Ming's life, one qiē and one qiē, are full and colorful.

Those artistic conceptions have never been felt by themselves.

The perception of warriors is not like the literati, who can write the next splendid article after article on a whim, but the real life philosophy summarized by their life and experience.

It can be said that these perceptions are their martial arts.

The martial arts of the two Tsing Yi swordsmen both have a strong mortal color, and in Shengmei's mind, it is completely impossible to have the strange comprehension that only these mortals have.

What's more, these perceptions are obviously related to wine, and Shengmei herself doesn't drink alcohol, so how can she forcibly imagine the artistic conception of wine and life in her dreams?

Could it be that the qiē in front of her was not her own imagination, but what Lin Mingzhen was really experiencing back then?

Thinking of this, Shengmei's heart was shocked!

(3rd update on the 29th)...... (To be continued)