He swore that as long as she survived, he would protect her and give her all the best things in the world, and would not let her suffer any more harm......

Seeing that he couldn't be dissuaded, Qingfeng had no choice but to accept his fate and follow behind Xiao Yan.

Qingfeng hugged Shu Wan and followed behind Xiao Yan step by step, watching Xiao Yan kneel step by step, kneeling and knocking up the steps.

Qingfeng had mixed feelings in his heart, he had been by the prince's side for so long, how could he ever see him ask for something so devoutly, he had always been a high god of war, and regarded human life as an ant.

And now, he has made himself a mess for a woman who has died, just for an unrealistic rumor.

One step at a time, one kneeling and one knocking.

He had forgotten the pain, and the wounds on his body that had not yet scabbed open again, and the bright red blood stained the red robe even more vividly.

Turning around, the long stairs behind him gradually lost sight, except for a bright red trail of blood that snaked all the way to the bottom of his feet.

"Lord Wang, if you continue like this, you will die."

Xiao Yan's sweat fell, his handsome face was a little paler than snow at the moment, and the snowflakes in the sky fell on Xiao Yan's body, on his head, and on his shoulders.

At this time, he was embarrassed, and only his persistent and firm eyes allowed him to continue to climb.

Qingfeng forcibly endured the tears in his eyes, hugged Shu Wan and silently followed behind Xiao Yan, he looked at Shu Wan in his arms, and he suddenly gave birth to a prayer, hoping that Shu Wan could really wake up.

"Princess, if you really love the prince, you should wake up, the prince loses you, it is more painful than ten thousand arrows piercing the heart."

I don't know how long it took, Xiao Yan was already frozen and unconscious, and in the end, he couldn't stand up anymore, so he could only climb up with both hands.

He didn't know if he had reached the end of the line, he just felt that all the blood in his body had flowed, all the strength in his body had disappeared, and only one voice in his head kept telling him: he was still close to the ......

Until the people and scenery behind him disappeared, and the surroundings became white, and his eyes became more and more blurred, until a dazzling white light struck, stabbing him and frowning.

"Destined person, what do you ask for?" The sound was long and long, like the sound of a bell and drum from a distant place, hovering above his head.

Xiao Yan raised his eyes and saw a white-haired old monk standing in front of him, his gray beard hanging down to the ground, and his body was full of fairy wind bones.

Xiao Yan was overjoyed, reached out and grabbed the old monk's robe tightly, and he struggled to speak: "I want my wife to come back to life......

The old monk brushed his gray beard and said, "People can't be resurrected after death, besides, you killed too much, and it was your wife who tasted karma for you, which is her cause and effect, and it is irreversible." ”

Xiao Yan shook his head: "As long as she can survive, I am willing to pay any price, and ask the master to fulfill it." ”

The monk shook his head: "When your wife went up the mountain to ask the old man to save you, she said the same thing to you, and the old man has fulfilled her, and she will no longer be able to fulfill you." ”

"Go back, someone who is destined, since she has inherited the karmic fruits for you, you can live well for her, and it can be regarded as fulfilling one of her wishes......"

As the words fell, the surrounding fog became thicker and thicker, and the figure of the old monk gradually disappeared in front of Xiao Yan.

"Don't go, please save her, I'm willing to pay any price......"

Xiao Yan struggled to grasp the last glimmer of hope, but looking at the figure that gradually disappeared in front of him, he didn't even have the strength to stand up, only a voice that was gradually moving away hovered in the air.

"The bodhisattva's mind has no choice, like a great moon wheel, and perfect silence is nirvana."

"Don't go, save her......" Xiao Yan roared in despair, at this moment, the pain that had been suppressed for several days could no longer be suppressed, like the last life-saving straw completely shattered.

"Doesn't it say that sincerity is spirituality? Why can't you save her? ”

"Come back, tell me why!"

The surrounding fog completely dissipated, and the figure of the old monk disappeared without a trace, and only his desperate voice continued to echo on the empty mountaintop, desolate and helpless.

"Lord, don't torture yourself anymore, the princess doesn't want to see you in such pain, send the princess to the ground for peace......"

Qingfeng stood behind him at some point, and his words woke him up completely.

At this moment, he really believed that she was really dead, and no matter what he did, he couldn't keep her by his side anymore......

But how would he accept her disappearing from his world forever......

The old monk's words kept echoing in his mind.

She paid for his karma, it turned out that he had always been damned, but this stupid woman silently endured everything for him......

But now, he can't do anything.

"Lord Wang, I know that the prince is in pain, but the prince has done his best, and it is time for the princess to rest in peace......"

Xiao Yan stood up with difficulty, as if his soul had been drained of his soul, his messy hair was wantonly blown by the cold wind, and the whole person looked decadent and hopeless.

After a long time, he bowed his head: "Go back." ”

The pain in his eyes surged, he reached out to touch her face, raised his hand, only to find that his hand was already bloody and blurred, and he was afraid of soiling her white and flawless face, so he slowly took it back.

"Okay, it's time for my Wan'er to get some sleep......"

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