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A salty smell hit her face, then water poured into her nose, choking her cough, and then salty water poured into her mouth......

Qing Yu wrinkled his face uncomfortably, and wanted to open his eyes, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't lift them, and then his mouth was full of salty smell, which was extremely uncomfortable......

No, no, salty......

Why, how can there be a salty taste?

It's been more than 300 years, and I haven't felt any taste, and I haven't even drunk a sip of water......

How can it be salty?

Qing Yu's mind is getting more and more confused, where is she?

What's wrong with her......

The scene in front of the altar came to her mind, Xirong trapped her, and then told her that she was Xiao Yu, and gave her his guqin, telling her not to forget him, and saying to send her home......

And then what?..

Then Sijon went up to the altar and stood in the circle, and she kept looking at him, and he kept looking at her, until ......

It wasn't until the white light exploded that her eyes went dark and she didn't know anything......

She, what the hell is she......

No, what the hell happened to her?

Is she dead, or is she alive?

No, no, she ......

Thinking of this, Qing Yu's brain seemed to explode, she suddenly opened her eyes and sat up. Follow? Dream?. lā

It was a blinding blue.

She couldn't help but squint, a little uncomfortable with such a light.

After staying in the dim environment for more than three hundred years, Qingyu's eyes have long been adapted to that environment, and such a sudden light is too dazzling.

It took her a while to slowly recover, and finally she could see that she was on a beach......

So, she's not dead, she's ...... It's definitely not dead.

Qing Yu's hand fell on her arm, although it was still cold, she still faintly felt a trace of temperature, although it was very low, but this would never be the temperature she would have when she was on the nineteenth floor of hell.

So...... Is she really, really alive again?

So, what about Sijon?

Sirong Ta......

Qing Yu's heart thumped hard, she raised her hand to press her chest, trying to suppress the pain, she didn't dare to think about it, but at this time, she still figured it out.

It was Xirong, and it was Xirong who replaced her and stood in the circle.

Sijon died in her place and sent her back.

Qingyu's eyes were dry and painful, I don't know if she hadn't cried for too long, her fingers brushed her eyes, but there was no trace of wetness, her hand fell to her lips, and she bit her hand fiercely, until the bite was bloody, her mouth was full of blood, and her heart still hurt badly.

At this point, what else did she not understand......

Xirong told her that when he was Xiao Yu, she was facing life and death, as long as there was a line, so she didn't think about it, so she accepted the fact, she thought that Xiao Yu was not dead, which was the greatest blessing for her......

But it was not until this moment that she finally completely believed that Xirong was Xiao Yu, because Xirong was Xiao Yu, so at the last real moment of life and death, he chose to die in place of her without hesitation and sent her away......

She still remembers that during the eighteenth level of the trial, Xiao Yu suddenly asked her if she had to go home......

She said yes, and Xiao Yu rushed to the other vulture without hesitation, opening a way for her to survive.

Then before the altar, at the moment when she was about to step into the circle, Sijon said,

I'll send you home.