In the pile of rocks, the wind danced wildly, and the gale rubbed a white wind blade in the air, and the eyes were full of miserable white scenery, and the wind blade could vaguely see the proud and upright purple red inside, and the white that opposed her was integrated into the white light, and there was no trace of it, and it was bloodless with the gale wind.

"What do you want?" Gong Qianzhu slowly calmed down, she groped and helped the rocks to stand up slowly, looked in the direction of Yan Ruyu, and said nothing.

"I just want to ask you one thing," Yan Ruyu's voice was a little weird, as if she was choking, and she was proudly desperately suppressing despair and pain, "Have you ever loved Leng Relics?"

Gong Qianzhu trembled, her heart was pinched hard, the matter of the posthumous cultivation was an eternal scar in her heart, she was careful not to mention it, she was afraid that the pain was so unbearable that she couldn't bear it, and she was so numb that she thought that she would no longer be in pain.

But it still hurts, and when the scar is removed by someone, the pain is no less than when it was injured.

But she didn't love him, even if she understood his love, she couldn't love him, her heart was full of another person, and there was no place to make room for others.

If they were friends, he would be her most intimate confidant, and if they were relatives, he would be her most intimate brother, but he treated them as lovers, but she couldn't give him what he wanted.

But he will always be in her heart, even if the years go by, she will not forget that in those beautiful years, there was such a person who silently guarded her, she couldn't give him the love he wanted, but she would always remember him.

Yan Ruyu saw that she was silent, and laughed with tears on her face, "How ridiculous, I tried everything I wanted to get, but you didn't take it into your eyes at all......"

"......" Gong Qianzhu had already burst into tears, looking up to the sky in despair.

"Gong Qianzhu, I hate you, I hate that you have nothing, but you can still be liked by everyone, I hate you obviously don't love Leng Zhixiu, but you snatched him away from me, and now I hate you even more, because you and I are ruined by the dragon clan, because you and I are spurned by my people......" Yan Ruyu walked towards her step by step with tears in her eyes, glad that she was blind, and she couldn't see her embarrassed appearance, the purple light in her hand was shining, and a seven-inch long short sword appeared in her hand, "Look, I hate you, so I want to kill you." ”

Gong Qianzhu didn't speak, but his hand was already hanging down, and he didn't mean to struggle.

"Why don't you speak? Do you want to die?" Gong Qianzhu, you are already a blind man, why can you be so calm and calm?!" Yan Ruyu roared at her with tears on her face, and clenched the hilt of the sword in her hand in despair, and the cold and shining blade of the sword pointed directly at her.

"......" Gong Qianzhu has been silent.

She was tired and didn't want to go any further.

In fact, it is good to die in the hands of Yan Ruyu, let her die with such pain and resentment, only when the pain is extreme, can she be sure that she is the one who really lives in this world.

If Yan Ruyu can be completely rescued from her sins with her death, it will be a better ending for both of them, so why not?

The sword blade was only less than an inch away from her, but it didn't fall for a long time, only to hear Yan Ruyu's desperate roar, "You ruined me...... Gong Qianzhu, you will never understand how much I love Leng Zhixiu, you killed him, I hate you!"

"It's not. Gong Qianzhu, who had been silent, suddenly spoke, Yan Ruyu was stunned, "It's not that I ruined you, it's you who ruined yourself, I forgive you for everything you did to me, but I won't forgive you for killing the relics." ”

Yan Ruyu was struck by lightning, and slowly took two steps back, "That's right...... You didn't kill him, I did...... What have I done...... I obviously like that person the most, but I ...... it myself ...... with your own hands"

Gong Qianzhu only felt a burst of pathos in her heart, it turned out that Yan Ruyu's obsession with the posthumous cultivation was so deep, maybe she had done many wrong things, but the heart that loved the posthumous cultivation was clean and real, such a desperate love.

Hearing only the sword body penetrating into the body, and then the sound of blood spraying everywhere, Gong Qianzhu stretched out his hand and touched his cheek in a daze, his fingertips were stained with some warm blood, and it was shockingly red.

Blood, spreading endlessly.

Between the white light of the gale, the proud and flamboyant purple figure slowly fell, and a touch of snow-white clothes flew over to support her, and the two fell heavily together.

“...... Why?" A hoarse voice squeezed out of her throat, Gong Qianzhu hugged her with chills, her brain was dizzy for a while, she was about to be driven crazy.

She didn't understand, didn't she hate her the most? Why did she choose to kill herself? Why are they all so stupid and have to push themselves to a dead end from which there is no turning back?!

Yan Ruyu fell into her arms and smiled miserably, "As an ordinary woman, I love Leng Inheritance, but as the thirteenth princess of the Dragon Clan, I shoulder the responsibility of protecting the entire Dragon Clan and all my people, since the God Clan wants my life, I will give it to you......"

Gong Qianzhu tried to pick her up, "You hold on for a while, I'll find someone to heal you." ”

Yan Ruyu grabbed her, stretched out her cold fingertips, stroked her unrecognizable face inch by inch, and said with a smile: "This is you, I don't understand until now, what is it that you are the most perfect and pure, the ruthless and heartless you?"

Gong Qianzhu froze, she also wanted to know about this question.

Yan Ruyu closed her eyes and gasped softly, her mouth surging with bright purple blood, as wanton and flamboyant as her person, at that moment what flashed in front of her eyes was all the past on Jiuge.

If you think about it carefully, even if you have been fighting constantly, during the time of Jiuge, you were actually very happy......

I've always wanted to say sorry to her, I've never given her any good looks, but those are fake, in fact, I've always liked her, I like her so clean and bright smile, I like to hear her piano from afar, she and her friends are such special people, I used to look at them enviously in countless corners, and I really wanted to laugh with them.

She really wants to be good friends with her.

But she loves Leng Xiu, but she snatched him.

So Qianzhu, if we can see each other again next time, none of us should hate each other, okay? That way, everything can start again.

A tear fell from the corner of her eye, Yan Ruyu slowly became cold and transparent in her arms, like a beautiful statue made of luminous stone, the light was better than the extreme, and suddenly the fireworks turned into purple light and scattered starry, and they flew towards the dark night sky one after another, like the starlight fireworks that lit up all night on the Nine Song Immortal Island that year.

She stood like this in front of the purple stars in the sky, as if surrounded by countless purple beautiful star-devouring demons, until Sima Changyuan finally found her.

"Chang Yuan. She turned her back to him, the white-clothed snow flying, and her voice was ethereal as if it came from another time and space.

Sima Changyuan looked at her quietly, wanting to hold her in his arms, but suddenly realized that she no longer seemed to need his comfort.

She turned around, her expression was calm and calm, obviously she was in front of him, but it made him feel that she was as far away as the stars on the horizon, standing under the starlight in plain clothes, like a stone sculpture that will never fall, "I think about it, Changyuan, send me to the demon world, my sister is waiting for me there." ”

Sima Changyuan stretched out his hand to touch her, only to catch a piece of flying plain white clothes, the ethereal snow-white figure like a mist had already blended into the bright starlight in the sky, and he could no longer grasp everything about her, just like thousands of years ago.