She said she heard his voice.

The fairy maid said, she must have heard it wrong, Ying Long had already died in front of the gate of heaven, how could she hear his voice.

She said with great firmness that she heard it.

The book contains, "Ying Long's Xiang, the clouds and mist are flowing from it, the wind is shaking, the sky is invariably called, and things are naturally moving."

Those surging clouds and smoke, he came, he came to pick her up.

This morning, Joki seemed to have regained her senses.

Her eyes were clearer than they had ever been, and she was solemnly dressing up.

On weekdays, she always cursed, but on this day, she seemed to return to the liveliness and gentleness of her girlhood, coaxing the fairy maid softly, and telling her that she wanted to go out for a walk.

She walked barefoot out of the Wind Dew Temple, walked to the Gate of Heaven, looked at the boundless sea of clouds, and then jumped down from the Gate of Heaven without hesitation.

She knew that Ying Long did not die in Tianmen.

Yesterday, he really returned to heaven and earth.

Because she heard it very clearly, his soul broke free from the shackles of the □□, and the dragon's chant resounded through the heavens and the earth, and he became one with the mountains, rivers, rivers and seas, with every cloud, and every wisp of wind, and kept hovering outside the fairy gate, waiting for her, urging her.

She did not hesitate, followed her, and threw herself into the long wind.

At this moment, she knew that her soul would also rise high, and from now on, he and her would never die of old age, sickness or death, and no more love and separation.

She knew that he would always catch her with unmistakable accuracy.

He carried her, and their souls flew over the sea of clouds, across the sun and the moon, and swam across the sea, and from then on soared freely between heaven and earth.

The snow was falling too deeply.

Ling Shouyi staggered and fell into the snow, and the strength of his body seemed to be drawn away at this moment, and he couldn't stand up anymore.

But with a breath, snowflakes as big as a mat lid fell, almost burying him.

Gentle, quiet, like a mother's embrace.

Ling Shouyi no longer had the strength to resist, and quietly, numbly, fell on his back in the snow a foot deep, like a waterfall and black hair spread out among the snow, his skin paler than ice and snow.

The truth of Hao Cang, Rou Ji, the Emperor of Heaven, and the Immortal Gate, the difference between the immortals and the mortals, and the deception of the sky......

…… Countless messages kept falling apart in his mind.

There is a way in the world, and it is guarded in Siyi......

There is a way in the world, and it is guarded in Siyi......

At this moment, he still has something he doesn't understand.

The monk should not have felt cold, but he felt chills all over his body, his eyes blackened, and his limbs were as tired and heavy as if they had been filled with lead.

It turned out that his grandfather, who was careful and longed for his approval, was very merciless to him.

It turned out that he thought he was maintaining the law of Xianmen and the justice of the world, but he didn't know that he had already become a knife in the hands of others, used to suppress rebellion and eliminate dissent.

He thinks he is doing the right thing for heaven, but he steals the heavens and steals the earth and aids in the abuse.

The principles and justice he has pursued over the past 18 years have become a hypocritical joke overnight, like a building topplizing, collapsing, and falling apart.

Ling Shouyi only felt confused.

It turns out that he is just a mustard in this world, a mayfly in the sea.

It turns out that after living for eighteen years, today I know that he is just a person, no different from any ordinary person in this world who faces the loess with his back to the sky-

"Mortal".

Ling Shouyi lowered his eyelashes, his breathing became more and more rapid, the cold wind poured into his lungs like a knife, and every breath seemed to scratch his heart and lungs, and blood flowed sideways.

The blood that flowed in his body was not only nobler than anyone else, but even came from the most greedy, shameless, and filthy thieves in the world.

The ears are buzzing.

His thoughts became more and more confused, and he gradually lost himself in the chaotic memories of the past, and he didn't know what was in or out of his dreams.

For a moment, it was the hateful gaze of the little fairy boy when he was a child.

All of a sudden, under the Tiangang Divine Sword, the sin immortal died without blinding resentful eyes.

For a moment, it was Rouhime's vicious curse in a dazed state.

When he was young, he met Qu Cangfeng for the first time.

Qu Cangfeng was not afraid of his reputation, he looked at the little boy in front of him with interest, and said with a smile, where did this little fairy come from?

At that time, he thought he was different.

Unexpectedly, he accidentally hit and found that Qu Cangfeng took the initiative to approach him with other plans.

He accepted Li Langhuan as an apprentice, and Li Langhuan treated him with respect and fear.

His memories are increasingly confused, and he is uncontrollably mired in a nightmarish past.

It was Bai Ji'an, Li Langhuan, Qu Cangfeng, and Xia Lianqiao who joined forces to deceive him, calculate him, betray him, and fight against him.

How could he blame them for their choice?

Because he is an unfilial man who lost his father's life in his own hands.

Yes, but with a little thought, he understood it all.

It was he who killed his father's friend with his own hands.

It was he who drove his parents to a dead end.

Unkindness, injustice, and unfilial piety.

He has lived like a joke for the past eighteen years.

The falling snow froze his eyelashes, and Ling Shouyi's thick eyelashes were like frost flowers.

He was getting colder and colder, so cold that he couldn't help but close his eyes.

Now he knows. Why is it that no matter how he turns around these days, it is only in vain?

Because the family wanted to kill him.

Because the Emperor of Heaven wanted to kill him.

As a sword, he was too disobedient.

He regarded the Emperor of Heaven as his closest relative, but the one in the sky was afraid of this half of the dragon blood on his body from the beginning, and never regarded him as his blood relative.

It's just a matter of getting rid of a disobedient pawn.

Ling Shouyi's body was cold and heavy, and he had never been so tired as he was now. The whole person seemed to be constantly falling, and his thoughts fell straight into an endless darkness.

He even thought, this would be fine. He gave up the struggle and sank to the bottom like a man.

No need to think, no need to suffer, he ushered in eternal sleep.

At the moment when he was about to be swallowed by darkness, a familiar, light voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

Ling Shouyi was unconsciously slightly stunned, the darkness in front of him gradually distorted and changed, and suddenly, he was dragged into a warm, bright dream.

The girl's eyebrows and eyes are crooked, her starry eyes are bright, and her black hair is as black as ink.

He stretched out his fingertips and touched her black hair and sideburns, her hair was knotted and bulging like two small buds. The skin on the sides of her cheeks was smooth and warm to the touch, like the brightest and smoothest satin.

The strange touch of his fingertips made Ling Shouyi stunned again.

St. John's John's Nest. Unconsciously, he moved his lips and called out her name.

The girl looked at him suspiciously, "Xiao Ling, what's wrong with you?" ”

She asked worriedly, "Why is your face so ugly?" ”

Ling Shouyi suddenly came to his senses.

Summer forsythia, yes, he still has her.

She hugged him tightly, kissed him, she never disliked his coldness, arrogance, arrogance, hypocrisy.

He thought of Xia Forsythia, and suddenly came back to his senses, struggling, resisting, like a drowning person desperately surfacing the surface.

Ling Shouyi suddenly opened his eyes, and his confused eyes were clear for a moment. When he opened his eyes, he saw the snow spinning and falling from the sky, falling under his eyes.

The young man's eyes were as colored as ice jade, soaked in ice and snow, and his eyes were heavy and firm and cold.

Only then did he realize that he was almost buried by the heavy snow.

St. John's John's Nest.

Like a drowning man clinging to the only piece of driftwood. Ling Shouyi brushed away the falling snow on his body indiscriminately, his thoughts barely struggled out of a glimmer of clarity, and he got up half-straight, not having time to think about it.

He suddenly remembered the wooden box that Jiang Yuyu gave him before leaving.

Ling Shouyi pursed the corners of his lips, his fingertips stiffened, and he trembled and touched into the mustard sac.

St. John's John's Nest.

His heart was pounding, and his heart was repeating her name over and over again.

He was too cold, coveting even the slightest warmth from her.

After the wooden box was opened, and after seeing the contents in the box, Ling Shouyi was stunned again.

It turned out to be a letter.

Why did she leave a letter for Jiang Yuyu to pass it on her behalf? He couldn't think about it so much, he only subconsciously opened the envelope and looked at it, even if it was only a few thin breaths, it was like a fire in the snow and wind for him at this moment, and it had a life-saving effect.

But when he touched the first line of the letter, it was like a blow to the head.

"Xiao Ling, when you read this letter, I may no longer be in this world."

Ling Shouyi looked at it in a daze, his face turned pale in shock, and he could hardly believe what he had seen.

This turned out to be a suicide note.

She seemed reluctant to act too sentimental in the letter, and even tried to be lively and optimistic in her choice of words.

"I always had a dream that I wasn't Charpentine and that I was another person with the same name and surname as her.

"I have my own friends and family, and I live happily in another corner of the world. It's just that one day, when I opened my eyes, I suddenly became this summer forsythia.