The cave is quiet, and only the sound of the muffled waterfall flowing down through the stone wall proves that time has not stood still.

Fusang-jun didn't come to Yan Hong's corpse this time, he just stood quietly in place, his eyes staring directly at the headless female corpse in a wedding dress.

He was raised by his master since he was a child, and although he had not been bullied, he knew that whether it was those brothers or the master who gave him his name, what he valued was nothing more than his talent and the prestige he had gained for his master.

He began to enjoy the popularity of others when he returned from victory, and perhaps it was only in the midst of the flowers that he could truly feel cared for.

But he has no home, and his heart has long been worn out by those actions in front of him and behind his back.

Until I met her, she was so calm and calm.

She is so inferior, but self-respecting and self-loving, just like a lonely magnolia flower, standing on the branches, surrounded by flowers, I am still cold and independent.

But just like this, she brought him a feeling he had never met before - a feeling of home.

She is the first person in the world who will not despise him because he was born and raised, and will not flatter him because of his prestige, and will not easily give up on himself because of his overtures.

In front of her, he felt more relaxed than ever, he could finally be himself, revealing his vulnerability, his disguise, his loneliness, his desire for love.

But just when he gave up everything and took out all his true heart, she said that she didn't want him anymore.

And so she abandoned him.

Did he ever hate? Probably before that day came. From the moment he got the farewell letter, from the moment he took the invitation, he wanted to kill her.

But when he saw her in a wedding dress, in a delicate bun, and so beautiful hidden behind the veil of gold, he was afraid.

He felt he was cowardly.

Because he neither took her courage nor gave up her determination. He stood there full of grievances, waiting for her to say a hint that she wanted to go with him, or for the immortals to let him go under pressure.

He had been galloping on the field for many years, and he had never been so helpless as he was then, like a teenager who accidentally broke the tiles of his neighbor's house, standing cramped but still pretending to be calm.

In the end, it was a fight as it should.

He saw the white magnolia hairpin in her bun, which he had given her.

She said it was the first birthday gift she had received, and she cherished it so much that she wanted to bring it when they got married. And now it's brought to her wedding with someone else.

He was stunned.

It was such a stunned effort that she rushed to his sword, and he remembered that he had held it so firmly, but his hand kept shaking. Every time he shakes, a trace of blood spills from her chest.

But he didn't dare to let go, as if the sword was the last link between him and her in this world.

She approached step by step, as light as stepping on the clouds, her eyes as bright as the stars of the night, and she took his trembling hand step by step and approached him.

She was smiling.

At that time, he thought that it was just that she felt that she had finally been liberated, that she no longer had to be tortured by the world, that she was no longer forced to make choices that she did not want to make.

Now that I see it, it's not.

She had already thought about herself, and when she did, it was just so that he could see her in her wedding dress.

She laughed because she thought it was just a wedding for the two of them.

She didn't compromise, and she didn't compromise either.

She held the belief that she would die and there would be no reincarnation, carefully designed, endured humiliation and cooperated, just to have another chance to see him and realize the wedding she promised.

Thinking of this, he suddenly smiled.

Or is he shallow.

So stubborn and assertive, how could she just want to use his hand to free herself. And he turned out to be stupid, and he didn't figure it out until these decades later.

In this battle, he originally lost all his money, but he won a big victory because of her magnolia hairpin and the smile on the corner of her mouth.

In fact, she has always been the one who lost.

He won all of her, a heart, a body, a soul.

His body slowly softened, and he squatted on the ground and suddenly wailed like a child.

After crying for a long time, he finally looked up, looked up at Le Wuwu and asked, "She didn't plan to leave, did she?" ”

Le Wuwu nodded.

"Then if she doesn't enter reincarnation like this, what will happen in the future?"

Le Wuwu didn't make a sound.

Fuso-kun turned his gaze to Xiao Boran beside her as if pleading.

"In a few years, I guess my soul will be gone. But she didn't want to enter reincarnation, after all, no matter where she was reincarnated, the ending was the same. Xiao Boran, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally spoke.

Le Wuwu was stunned, she always thought that Yan Hong was just because she couldn't let go, so she was obsessed with it. But Xiao Boran said this, and she couldn't help asking, "How do you know?" ”

"If she was really obsessed with companionship, she would have been able to attach herself to those puppets made by Fusang Jun a long time ago. It was a fresh, empty body, and it was easy for her to get into it. I can't use such self-harm to destroy my spiritual consciousness to the bone. I think she may think that even if she is reincarnated, whether she is a human or an immortal, or any other mountain bird or beast, she will not be able to achieve true freedom. still has to endure the rules and regulations of this world, and can't make their own choices. ”

"Is the soul gone? Is this true freedom? Fuso-kun muttered.

"It's too extreme." Joyful and worry-free.

"We haven't experienced what she went through, and it's not right to speculate on her thoughts now." Xiao Boran said.

"Lady, what can I do to save her? If I can let her re-enter samsara, I will go to her and let her be free for the rest of her life. ”

Le Wuwu looked at Xiao Boran.

"Nope." Xiao Boran said coldly.

"On this escape, I found that my blood always has some wonderful use."

"No way!" Xiao Boran said angrily.

"You said no, not can't, it's useless. That means yes, right? Le Wuwu instantly seized the loophole in his words.

"Worry-free, your blood is very wonderful, almost divine blood, but the life and death of people, flesh and bones. But do you know it, you're at your limit? What do you want to do this to yourself? ”

"That's not right, the day of the end is the time of freedom." She seemed to understate, and she seemed to be retorting with his free speech.

"Okay, good, I was wrong. Isn't it freedom to be scattered? I'll figure it out, I'll make her re-enter reincarnation, even if it's the underworld, I'll figure it out. It's good that you don't waste your blood anymore. ”