Everyone seemed to be stunned, and suddenly with a loud roar, Wang Xian felt a heart-piercing pain in his back. Turning around, someone made a big cut in her back.

Wang Xian reluctantly rushed towards Wang Ruoqian, she didn't know what was wrong, she only decided: she had to protect Wang Ruoqian no matter what.

The back was painful and damp and hot, and the moment Wang Xian approached Wang Ruoqian, the demon slaying talisman disappeared. Jiang Nanxue fell, and rewarded Wang Xian's sword in an atmosphere, and there was another hole behind Wang Xian.

But she still wanted to pull Wang Ruoqian.

Wang Ruoqian shook her head again and again, and yelled at her: "You go! What are you doing with me! Get out, get out!"

Stunned, Wang Xian still stretched out his hand to Wang Ruoqian, "Go back, go home." ”

Wang Ruoqian looked at Wang Xian in disbelief, crying and laughing, "Home, I've never been home!"

After that, a yellow figure blocked the snow white in front of Wang Xian's eyes, and this snow white was pushed to the edge of the cliff.

With a scream, Wang Xian desperately grabbed Wang Ruoqian's wrist, which had a knife edge.

Jiang Nanxue sneered and slashed a sword on Wang Xian's bare arm, "The two of you have such a good relationship, and you have to die together." ”

Wang Xian didn't speak, the excessive force was that her face was flushed, and Jiang Nanxue maliciously slashed twice behind her from time to time, occasionally stabbing two swords, Wang Xian's nose and mouth began to gush out bright red blood, and blood droplets dropped on Wang Ruoqian's face hanging in the air, drop by drop, like plum blossoms blooming in the snow.

"Wang Xian," Ruoqian cried, the tears that she had endured for more than ten years actually erupted for Wang Xian, "You go, leave me alone." ”

Wang Xian gritted his teeth and pulled Wang Ruoqian up little by little. But how strong can she be? Just pull it up a little, and soon it falls down again.

Jiang Nanxue was surprised and angry, doesn't this person know that it hurts?

In a fit of rage, Jiang Nanxue ran to the back and grabbed an archer's arrow, and shot an arrow at Wang Xian's back. At first, the blood was falling drop by drop, and suddenly it flowed down. Wang Xian's blood swept across Wang Ruoqian's cheek, Wang Ruoqian looked at Wang Xian, who didn't have the slightest intention of letting go, and roared: "I hate you very much, do you know!? What are you doing to save me! You get out of me-"

There were more and more arrows behind him, and Wang Xian almost became a hedgehog.

There was no way, she was running out of strength......

Wang Xian opened his mouth and began to recite the formula, reciting it over and over again, only hoping that he could exchange out the demon slaying talisman to pull Ruoqian back. However, she read it over and over again, over and over again, and there was no movement.

Psychologically collapsed, Wang Xian cried and said, "I'm too stupid, I'm too stupid! I can't summon the demon slaying talisman, what should you do if Ruoqian!"

Seeing that Wang Xian was bleeding more and more, Ruoqian took off the silver hairpin on his head with his other hand and pierced it into Wang Xian's hand with all her might.

Wang Xian almost let go of his hand in pain, and cried and said, "Don't do this! I can't hold on anymore!"

But what Ruoqian thought about was to let her go.

"Wang Xian," Ruoqian smiled at her with tears in her eyes, like spring and white snow, captivating the country and the city, "I hate you very much, but thank you very much...... "After that, the silver hairpin once again fell into Wang Xian's hand, this time Wang Xian couldn't stand it anymore, and unconsciously let go of his hand.

Ruoqian fell into the arms of the clouds like this, but the clouds did not hold her, and she fell.

In the process of gradually falling, Ruoqian said to Wang Xian, who was getting farther and farther away: "My surname is not Wang, my surname is Qin." ”

This is something that Wang Xian will never hear.

Wang Xian kept his hand down, and tears kept rolling out.

One by one, all gone, all gone......

Wang Xian's heart seemed to be pierced by countless needles, and he lost consciousness in pain.

Her hysterical screams echoed across the cliff.

In the distance, Dongli clutched his chest violently, and the inexplicable pain caused him to fall to his knees. His brain was buzzing, and Dongli covered his chest with one hand and stroked his head with the other.

A hint of tenderness flowed from the corner of his mouth, and he bit the corner of his mouth too hard. The dark bamboo forest echoed Dongli's painful roar, "Wang Xian—"

Wang Xian, who was lying on the edge of the cliff, seemed to hear Dongli calling her, so she opened her eyes with difficulty. In front of her was an abyss and layers of white clouds, and when she turned her head, it was an arrow flying towards her.

It's okay to be liberated in this way.

Thinking like this, Wang Xian closed his eyes as if resigned, waiting for the arrow to fly through his head. But after waiting for a long time, there was no pain. Wang Xian opened his eyes suddenly, and a white hand held an arrow, which was almost inserted into his eyeball.

Wang Xian looked up at the owner of the hand with difficulty, but he didn't see the face, but he stood up, and a flaming red dress made her familiar and unfamiliar.

The strange man who suddenly appeared attracted everyone's attention, but he didn't say a word, and stood straight in front of Wang Xian, like a mountain.