False nightmares will eventually be shattered.

The rain is still showering, and the strings are graceful.

Kneeling on the ground and raising the bottom of his pupils slightly, it was the mixture of surprise and joy, just because he was back.

He never abandoned her.

Qi Qing sped a glimpse of struggle and hesitation from his peerless and handsome face.

But it was enough for Qiqing.

From beginning to end, she never had the luxury of giving up everything for his own sake.

In that case, you won't even approve of it.

It's unworthy and unworthy.

It was ...... to see him in the last moments before he passed away

The satisfied smile is a mixture of gratitude and sadness, but it is forever fixed in this moment.

Why......

The corners of her mouth were covered with blood, and the pain in her heart had made her speechless.

The cold sword is cold and piercing, and the gentleman's face is like a picture.

It's like...... When they first met.

From the moment I learned who I was.

Qi Qing had already accepted his fate.

It's just that I didn't expect that it would be him who ended his life of sorrow with his own hands.

The blood flower demon Ye, the dying sighed lightly, and the girl's thin and delicate body finally fell.

It's just that her shallow smile is still the same, and there is no disappointment in her eyes.

And she didn't know it.

After she fell, the man who gave her this ruthless sword was no longer the slightest bit angry at this moment.

Some are just endless pain and madness in their eyes.

The girl's faint remnant soul has never dissipated, and with the protection of the special secret method and the natal divine source, it tears the space and sends it to the other world.

This is the only thing I can do for her.

What is the catastrophe that will never be recovered?

What is a forbidden curse, and what is not tolerated by heaven and earth?

As long as it is the demon he wants to protect, even the "god" can't stop it.

Losing the natal divine source is equivalent to losing everything.

Cultivation will stagnate in this life.

Only by his own hands can he leave a wisp of her soul to escape from this world without being noticed.

The rain is still falling, farewell to this, carefully and gently pick up what seems to be the most precious thing in the world, and gently help the girl tidy up the slightly messy green silk.

A helpless tear fell down her cheek.

In the next moment, as the immortal soul was shattered, the bodies of the two turned into petals dancing lightly in the sky.

In the dull eyes of everyone who has just arrived, embracing the wind and parting from the world.

This is the real ending.

What does it feel like?

Jiang Wanqing really didn't want to admit that she had the slightest relationship with the woman in her dream.

But the extremely sad familiarity, the unforgettable heartache, tore her trembling body and mind, and her confused soul.

A farewell in the past, a farewell forever.

If the wind follows, what is the way home?

That's "she".

The lip flap slightly pulled up an inexplicable arc, and the pale cheeks left only the melancholy tears that had been dried by the wind, and the bottom of my heart was the endless hatred and extreme firmness intertwined.

Well, a wisp of my remnant soul was bought by him with his life.

And, there are always delusional creatures that want to take it.

I want to steal the twilight with myself......

Close your eyes gently and hide the turbulence.

She finally knew why she was so weak and sick.

It doesn't matter whether the past life has anything to do with the "book" or not.

That, it doesn't matter anymore.

It's just, a little female partner?

I'm sorry, Jiang Wanying's life has been unilaterally decided by her.

and, past, future, or present.

Everything, delusional to hurt her ...... All lives.

The ripples of sorrow will always fade, and the white fingertips gently rubbed the simple jade note on the glass case, and finally mustered up the courage to open it again.

The fog dissipated, but Junyan was still the same, that is, what she had seen and seen brought her back to the modern era, and she was going to take her to the amusement park......

However, she refused.

There is no emotion, no expression, just like this at this moment, she is stunned.

Condensed with each other, close at hand but far away.

A sword swing, cutting off time, extremely obscure sword skills, even if she now has the blessing of the "flower" Dao and understanding, it can still be said that it is difficult to cultivate the first inheritance in a short period of time.

But she succeeded.

It's been less than a month.

She chose to forget herself, to forget everything.

The big brother in the sect doesn't seem to care anymore.

Ning Jun's face is as if he first saw it.

It was as if she had returned to the beginning, the most carefree time.

Under the beautiful moonlight and sea of flowers, the flowing fireflies whispered and drunk with a thousand sorrows.

When, a sword that seemed to be able to tear through time was swung out with an inexplicable situation, the void trembled, and the wind surged.

Regarding the successful inheritance of cultivation, Jiang Wanqing's face did not show the slightest emotion.

Her gaze was just faintly staring at the seemingly ordinary, but implied a mysterious spirit sword on the stone table.

That, is it her natal spirit sword?

Not really.

The corners of his lips pulled up a faint and sarcastic arc.

She knew that the sword was extremely mysterious and powerful.

How could there be no sword spirit?

But at least as the master, doesn't she even have the qualifications to see the sword spirit?

If so, don't.

Jiang Wanqing was not vain and tempted, and directly chose to get straight to the point and find out with it.

Now her state of mind is - what if the sky falls.

What's more, a sword spirit who hides a mystery with her.

As her words fell, an ethereal phantom with inexplicable momentum appeared on the sword, slowly revealing the heavens and the earth.