"Catch him, don't let him die!"

Xu Ping'an roared, he was afraid that Qin Linglong would be poisoned, so he kept a back hand.

Seeing the anger in his eyes, Li Ji looked at the sword wound on his body again, and after hesitating, he gritted his teeth and quickly rushed out, chasing Tuoba Yunmu and a group of people in black.

Although he was seriously injured and recovered, after all, it was not comparable to Tuoba Yunmu's pseudo-first-class.

Xu Ping'an didn't care about anything, moved a pair of blood-soaked legs, and ran quickly towards the top of the mountain.

His cheeks were filled with pain, and he almost crushed the sockets of his back teeth before he forced himself forward.

Every step was extremely difficult, and I almost fell down several times when I stepped on the rocks, but with the Spring and Autumn Knife as the pillar, I didn't fall down.

It was only now that endless panic surged in his heart, and he was a little afraid, afraid that Qin Linglong would really die like this.

The peak was neither high nor steep, but it was unusually difficult to walk, and his legs were bleeding constantly, leaving a clear trail of blood on the road.

With every step, some images of the past unconsciously appeared in his mind.

The last time in the Ten Directions Splendid Beauty, the words that she spoke coldly were still in her ears, so why was she wrong?

It's just an ill-fated woman.

On the contrary, it was herself, and it seemed that every word hurt her deeply!

That West Lake Lantern Festival, if it weren't for Qin Linglong, most of them would have died, she was sorry for Tuoba Qingshu, sorry for herself, but she was only worthy of him Xu Ping'an!

There were some things he had speculated about, but when he really learned about it, he still couldn't let go.

If he owes anyone, he is afraid that he really owes Qin Linglong.

The moment he finally rushed to the top of the mountain, he seemed to really understand all of Qin Linglong's thoughts and the reasons for all his strange actions.

All the reasons are nothing more than a love word, Shifang Jinxiu didn't know the real relationship between Princess Gaoyang and herself that time, she only felt that he was stealing outside, and would rather find a married woman than accept an innocent her, so angry, sad, and miserable.

From the acquaintance of the two, from the poisoning of the Grand Canal, they have been connected to this day.

He suddenly realized Qin Linglong's true helplessness, her helplessness was not complete, she was unwilling to compromise, unwilling to let people give charity, unwilling to accept his unintentionality.

God has endowed this woman with absolute beauty, absolute talent, and absolute affection, but she has not opened another window for her, so that she can have a good result.

Half a life of ups and downs, rugged and difficult.

Thinking of this, his thoughts were extremely complicated, and his heart seemed to tremble at that moment, and an incomparable guilt surged, driving him to rush forward quickly.

The beacon fire swayed, only a slight cluster.

Fengling Ferry is dead and silent, and the mountain peaks appear dark and forgotten by the world, just like her Qin Linglong.

Xu Ping'an's eyes scanned the surroundings, panting, and his fingers were white.

Then, he easily found her by the fire.

On a crooked locust tree as thick as a millstone, there was a white-clothed figure, and scarlet blood had slid down her belly, already seeping into the ground.

"Buzz!"

Xu Ping'an only felt a buzz in his head, staggered three steps and almost fell.

He almost collapsed and looked at the woman not far away, and fell to his knees with a thud, and his wounded thighs could no longer bear the weight.

The delicate and sweaty face was like a knife cut, and the ten fingers were deeply inserted into the ground, without saying a word.

The moonlight is bright, and the acacia flowers are fragrant.

All around, everything was dead and empty.

Qin Linglong was hung from the locust tree, her white clothes were stained with blood, as innocent as a fairy, her eyes were slightly open but had lost her color.

The pale cheeks, the paper-thin green silk, are still so plump, beautiful and dust-free, but they are so distressing, so suffocating.

What's wrong with her?!

Suddenly, Qin Linglong seemed to be returning to the light, and the moment he lowered his head, he raised his head slightly, intersecting and staggering.

When she was dying, she saw Xu Ping'an again at this desolate Fengling ferry.

This man who makes himself like a caged finch fall for it, and his desire is unsettled.

He was wounded and rushed here, looking at his eyes with pain and sadness.

There is remorse and disbelief.

Alone, I still don't have what I want.

It wasn't until the moment when heaven and man were separated that she realized that she loved him alone in her life.

It is easy to ask for priceless treasures, and it is rare to have a lover.

Say love and hate, say hate and resent.

Her compassion smiled suddenly.

Maybe in this way, he can remember himself and feel guilty about himself for the rest of his life.

It's just a little regrettable that I didn't hear him talk to me in the end, or I could reach out and touch his face, and I won't forget it on the Lechuan River.

A lonely bird swept by, and the remnants hunted, crying hoarse and low.

Qin Linglong died.

Many years later, a large family in the Western Regions had a daughter.

The name Qin An means a safe life, no sorrow and no pain.

At the age of six, she could sing hundreds of tunes from the Central Plains and outside the Saiwai, at the age of nine, she could compose music and play the pipa by herself, and at the age of twelve, she was even more famous.

She is no longer a caged bird, no longer ill-fated, and has the nickname of a plugged pearl.

Many princes and nobles begged her to do so.

She doesn't want the status of a wife or the wealth that she can't reach in her life.

Veiled all day long, holding a pipa in her arms, and accompanied by the wild goose at dusk, she said that she was going to wait for a man who buried her body in the previous life.

Except for him, there is no one else in his life.

……

On that day, Xu Ping'an was silent for a long time, and finally broke the rope with a knife and put the body that was still warm in his arms.

The eyes are hollow, the lips are dry, and they are slightly raised.

"In the rivers and lakes, the wind and rain are ethereal, some people hug their heads and cry, some people bury their bodies in silence, some people take shelter from the frost under the eaves, and some people roar in the rain, only you. ”

"Only you, Qin Linglong, are silent. ”

"It's just that you said goodbye to me in such a way, and I saw you die before my eyes, and I couldn't do anything about it. ”

"Even, not even enough to say a word to you. ”

"Oh, I don't understand, why is this, why, is this!"

"However, this, I, Xu Ping'an, really can't bear it. ”

As he spoke, a bitter smile appeared on his face, which lasted for a long time, and it was difficult to comprehend.

Beacon fires erupted in the distance, and the mountain collapsed.

The cyan sword of opening the sky completely split the sky, illuminating the world as if it were day.

Subsequently, the officers and soldiers of the Assassin's Mansion began to gradually take over, and everything fell into place tonight's operation.

Looking at these, he also lost his taste, and the joy of victory was like chewing wax, without fluctuation.

The cliff is still crowded by the hundred waves, and the bright moon sinks into the Fengling Ferry, and he does not move.

Holding Qin Linglong in her arms, she still felt that her heart was difficult to calm down, and she felt guilty and self-reproachful...

I don't know where to start, and it wasn't until Li Ji's return that his stiffness was broken.