The memories that tore at her pain seemed to prove that she was a conscious person. Her eyes seemed to hurt and she couldn't see anything clearly.

The Immortal Gate locks the soul hall, the eternal true fire of samadhi, burning the heart, it is the heart-rending lungs that burn the soul, unable to die, lingering.

I forget how long it has been, and I have even gotten used to the pain. No one came to save her, no one, to save her.

......

There was a steady sound of footsteps, accompanied by the sound of kicking down pebbles, "That man still doesn't say anything?"

"I've been locked up for so long, and I haven't been able to say anything. Suddenly, it seemed that the surrounding disciples were whispering.

"Hey, the devil is the devil, it's untamable......"

"No, when I was caught, I injured a hundred brothers, and in the end I wanted to end it, but fortunately, our people came quickly......"

Suddenly, the discussion disappeared, and a respectful voice said: "Master." ”

There was a strong breath, but unfortunately Sang couldn't see it all the time, and she only felt that someone seemed to have walked to her side. The voice came, ethereal and clear, "The pain of the Soul Locking Hall is worse than death in one day, but you have endured it for two months." "It's a female voice, clean and clean. "If the dust beads are stolen from Fufeng, do you know that in a few years, the enchantment of the human world will be completely broken, and the human race will suffer a catastrophe, if you have good thoughts, tell the truth about the whereabouts of the dust beads......"

Sang smiled all the time, she was tired of hearing these words. At first, she would defend herself, explain it, and ask them to believe her, but in exchange for the sound of long footsteps drifting away, mixed with a slight sigh. Later, there were fewer people here.

Time flew by, and day after day she endured the burning pain that seemed to tear every pore of her body, as if she smelled her soul burning. The people of the Immortal Gate seem to have given up on interrogating her, and it seems that no one in the Futu Palace has come to look for her. She seems to have been abandoned. But she was still struggling for some reason, always hoping that those people in her memory would suddenly appear and lend a helping hand to her.

"Help me......" Her hoarse voice echoed in the empty hall, and it was not good at all. No one wants to ignore her.

...... But suddenly, she heard a gust of wind, with a little cool and faint fragrance, as if someone was floating in front of her eyes. As she tried to speak, a warm ...... came from her lips Sweet and sour oranges.

But she didn't seem to have the strength to bite.

...... The orange on the lips was taken back, then broken into small petals and handed over again.

"Zi Mo ......" Sang Wushi seemed to grasp a life-saving straw, and even his voice trembled. Why is he here?...... Can he be here...... Does that mean she's saved?!

"Help me ..... get out......" Weakened Wing Wing's voice, she didn't want to hurt anymore......

But for a long time, her voice echoed in the hall, empty and cold, as if it had been blown away, and there was no response.

Sang was in a hurry, "Zimo...... Help me..."

......

"I'm sorry. His voice was still as clear as when she first met, and the sweetness of his lips could be felt in the darkness. His hand seemed to hold the orange all the time, to her lips.

"If you can come and go as you please, why don't you get me out!Have you forgotten who I am!" she seemed to use all her strength, trembling all over, she wanted to see, to see how he said this in cold blood.

But there was still silence for a while, Zimo didn't speak, only his hand seemed to keep holding the orange to her lips. Sang turned his head from time to time, not wanting to pay attention to it anymore.

But after that, he showed up every day.

Out of nowhere, he filled water with lotus leaves, or took fruit, and each time he carefully held it to her lips, and although she had not touched it once, he seemed to have been here all along, and the immortals who came and went did not notice him.

Time flies, I don't know how long it took, he still floated in front of her, holding a broken orange with a small petal to her lips, she couldn't see it, but she could always feel his cool and faint aroma. She thought, it turned out that the feeling that appeared a long time ago was also Zimo......

Day after day, Sang Wushi was not so sad. At last, she opened her mouth slightly, and took the orange clove, which was sour, sour, but better than all the sweetness she had tasted before. She thought, he didn't save her, naturally there was a reason, if he really abandoned her, how could he be with her for so long.

"Don't cry. The voice was clear and clean, with a hint of imperceptible heaviness.

Sang smiled from time to time, "I've never cried, and I can't now." ”

"But you're in tears. ”

"It's just because it hurts so much that I can't help it. ”

Gentle little hands ran across her cheeks, gently wiping away the moisture. But no one saw that the hand was trembling slightly.

Sang Wushi closed her eyes tightly, she didn't want to pour out more useless tears, for a long time, as if she had calmed down, she asked in a low voice, "Where are you on weekdays?"

"Right in front of you. Zimo said softly.

"How long ago did it happen?"

"You're here with me. ”

...... There was a touch of crystal from the corners of her closed eyes, and her voice trembled slightly, "It's been ..... for so long." ”

The little hand touched her head soothingly, "You said you'll be back in two days at most." ”

"You must not have enough oranges to eat before you remembered me. She gasped for breath and eased the pain, "Don't you ask why I'm locked up here?" Sang Wushi waited for a while, and Zimo didn't say anything. She opened her mouth, "Because ......, "Oh, because good and evil will be rewarded in the end...... "Because they think I stole something, do you think I stole it?"

"You didn't steal. He replied decisively.

For some reason, she suddenly felt a little sad, "Actually, I wanted to steal it, but my skills were not as good as others, and I was snatched away by others." She took another deep breath, trying to ignore the heart-rending pain and just want to dream big. "So I'm still a sinner. ”

......

Then it's all over, just admit it.

Until that day, a man came here.

It's not Zimo.

Not far away, Sang Wushi felt a strong sword aura. The sword aura came straight at her and stopped at her heart. An inch further and she might be gone. But the sword stopped, for a long, long time, and finally seemed to be retracted.

There was silence like this, and the man's voice suddenly sounded: "I'm sorry. "Magnetic hoarseness with a low voice, you can hear him struggling, in pain.

She also knew who that person was, but she didn't expect that it would be such a meeting. Last time, they were in the Spirit Palace.

"Don't you have the courage to kill me?" Sang Wushi's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he said lightly, and suddenly, he smiled and said, "Okay, you win, kill me." ”

"I will take all my sins before the matter is over. He said.

"Sin?" Sang Wushi smiled, "What sin do you have? Even if you do bad things, you are still so high and admired by tens of thousands of people, isn't it?" Her fists suddenly clenched tightly, and her bones turned slightly white as if she had used all her strength, "Kill me! You didn't come here to kill me! When I die, no one in this world will know the truth! How can you put down the raised sword! You coward!" she shouted in a hoarse voice.

She really hoped that he would kill her, kill her, and be free, wouldn't she? It hurts, it hurts.