Qing Yu inadvertently touched something with her other hand, she looked over, and then saw a guqin beside her. ~with~dream~small~say~щ~suimеng~lā..

When she was in front of the altar, the light was dim, and she was not interested in the music, so she did not observe the guqin carefully, and at that time Xirong said that he would give this guqin to her, so that she should not forget him, and she did not care about this guqin......

Until this time......

She stretched out her hand to pick up the dark black guqin, and then suddenly came back to her senses, everything is true, Xirong is Xiao Yu, it is true, Xirong died for her, it is also true, he personally sent her home, it is also true......

Qing Yu hugged the guqin in his arms tightly, and finally let out a cry of pain.

Xirong's mind, she understands.

She is not a fool, and she is not ignorant of feelings.

For many years, there have been countless people who have admired her, how could she not understand what kind of heart it is?

It's just that over the years, she has really entered her heart, except for Bo Xixuan, who has surpassed everything in her heart, only Xia Chuyi has really moved her, and now, there is another Xirong......

She was not familiar with Xirong, and even Xirong's face was vague to her...... But Xiao Yu saved her life and accompanied her through the bloody three hundred years of the nineteenth layer of hell.

And only she herself understands, in fact, how dangerous it is in the dark forest, in that group of people who most of them just want to destroy the other party and devour it, almost completely ruthless and unjust, there is no trace of mercy, she has been bullied and killed everywhere from the initial red flame level, it is Xiao Yu who keeps her by her side every inch, and every time she faces a predicament, it will appear in time to help her...... Without Xiao Yu, it would be absolutely impossible for her to reach the height of the Purple Flame level in just three hundred years.

It is no exaggeration to say that in the three hundred years of the dark forest sea, without Xiao Yu, she would have died thousands of times.

For her, Xiao Yu was when she was on the nineteenth floor of hell, just like Mu Yao, she was her family, and the most important existence in her life!

At first, she told Xiao Yu that she would take Xiao Yu home because Xiao Yu saved her, but later, she wanted to take Xiao Yu home because Xiao Yu was already so important to her!

But...... But in the end, she didn't take Xiao Yu home, but Xiao Yu sent her home.

Qing Yu's fingers tightly grasped the guqin, his face was against the strings, he didn't have a trace of consciousness when it was cut, and the tears gushing out, mixed with the blood on his face and his hands, flowed into the guqin.

Qing Yu's whole body fell into an extreme collapse, so she didn't notice at all that the guqin was heating up, until she felt something seem to fall on her cheeks, she trembled her eyelids, looked up, and faced a phantom dressed in ink.

It's Xirong.

Qing Yu's eyes widened in surprise, and her voice trembled a little: "You...... Xirong? You, you...... Are you back? You...... You're back with me, aren't you? Xirong, Xiao Yu ......"

She was a little incoherent, and she excitedly reached out to him, trying to grab him, but her fingers passed through him easily, and froze in mid-air.

"Xirong ,......"

"Lifelike, from now on, you are the owner of this guqin."