Dongli woke up from his dream and touched his tear-stained cheeks. He was a little flustered in his heart, and he always felt that something was going to happen.

His dream has become very monotonous since then, and it is always the girl who looks exactly like Wang Xian sitting under the old tree, with flower petals flying all over the sky, and she is smiling and weaving garlands under the tree.

Sometimes Dongli is obsessed with this dream, and in his consciousness, she is Wang Xian. If you can't see her in reality, it's good to stare at her in your dreams.

Outside the capital, Wang Xian sat on the road. She got up early in the morning and sat like this, her heart calmer than ever. This is the most reassuring time for her after a series of changes.

In the room behind him was Ruoqian's corpse, and Wang Xian firmly believed that soon, it would be Ruoqian who was sitting here.

In the evening, the evening breeze is depressed.

Wang Xian did not have the slightest fear on his face, and the wind was lightly gassing the witch fire in the dark room, and it was Ruoqian who was lying on the ice platform.

Before reciting the mantra, Wang Xian cut his left palm, and slashed at Ruoqian's left hand, holding it tightly with both hands. Wang Xian was about to recite the incantation, the bracelet in his hand made a cracking sound, Wang Xian did not close so much, and began to recite the awkward incantation word by word.

The red light of the demon Ye emanated from the gap between the two of them, and the more Wang Xian read it, the more painful his palm became. Gradually, an inexplicable wind began to swirl around the room, whistling Wang Xian's clothes. The pain in the palm of his hand became more and more intense, and Wang Xian bit the corner of his mouth, but he did not let go.

The last time she let go, Ruoqian died. This time she will never let go, for Ruoqian, but also for Dongli.

No one is obligated to die for anyone, Wang Ziliang's mistakes, it's not too late for Wang Xian to make up for it......

"Ruoqian!" Wang Xian almost crushed Ruoqian's hand in pain, "I'm sorry—"

This long howl pierced the sunset that day.

"Shhhh

Dongli frowned, and the wound on his index finger began to ooze blood. He put down the carving knife and hurriedly pushed the unfinished hairpin aside to prevent it from getting blood.

"It's getting late. "A cloud of ashes swirled around the east.

Dongli said impatiently: "What if it's late. ”

"Go to the heavens," the ashes drifted into the air with the wind, "to see the last side of the spirit." ”

A haughty laugh erupted from the air, and Dongli listened to the unintelligible words, and suddenly stood up and disappeared into the evening wind.

Dongli came to Wang Xian's door all the way nervously, and without saying a word, he stepped forward and kicked the door open, and at that moment, he was teary-eyed.

Wang Xian sat by the door, as if he had just come back from a bloody background, covered in blood. The room behind him was swirled with a black whirlwind, which was very ominous.

Dong Li's whole body was trembling, and he approached Wang Xian, whose life and death were unknown, step by step.

It was as if the whole world had collapsed. Dongli covered his eyes with his hands in fear and knelt heavily in front of Wang Xian. He endured it well and didn't cry out, but the shaking of his shoulders was even more heartbreaking.

Suddenly, a soft finger tugged at his sleeve, Dongli put down his hand, and stared at the unrecognizable Wang Xian in front of him with red eyes. Wang Xian raised his hand with difficulty, and was held tightly by Dongli.

How this hand is getting colder and colder.

Dongli buried Wang Xian's hand in his neck socket, gritted his teeth and held back tears. He really doesn't know what to do, who can tell him what to do, can someone come and tell him what he should do now!

"East Away from ......"

Dongli raised his head, and the Wang string in his eyes was so small that it was panicking.

"I was too stupid to get Ruoqian back. Wang Xian's breathing became more and more rapid, "Don't hate me...... I'm most afraid you'll blame me......"

Dongli pressed Wang Xian tightly to his chest, angina was so painful that he couldn't speak, until Wang Xian's last breath was gone, Dongli reacted and staggered to pick her up.

That night, the small village where Wang Xian had lived for a month echoed with a man's painful wail.

"Who will save her, who of you will save her......" Dongli's hair crown didn't know where it was scattered, and he was holding a corpse in embarrassment and slamming into the night.

Not a single person in the whole village dared to come out. After all, his roar was so scary that everyone hid under the covers and didn't dare to make a sound.

Dongli cried in despair, "I beg you to save her, which of you can save her—doesn't it mean that I'm gone, isn't it that everything is fine when I leave!"

He knelt on the empty plain, the moonlight freezing his words of heartache.

"Tianyin, Wang Ziliang, Sun Mao...... Which of you is going to save her—"

No one could come to save her, and Dongli made Wang Xian colder and stiffer and colder.