Spitfire never thought that with a small bead, he would wake up Qingwen, who had been controlled by Qiqi.

It was probably just an accident, or something that was destined to make him think this way at the moment.

To be precise, Feihuo didn't throw the herb pill out, but because of the lack of strength, he rolled the bead out of his hand.

Originally, what was above the ground was the devouring space summoned by Tang Beiyi, but because of Qingwen's sudden attack, this devouring space lost its effect.

Countless souls escaped, and the surroundings were also illusory and illusory, alternating back and forth from reality to phantoms, so the rolling down Baicao Pill was not devoured.

It was as if a pebble had been thrown into the calm surface of the lake, causing ripples.

Although it is still devoured in the end, everything that is tangible, even if destroyed from the world, will release the same energy as in the present world.

The surrounding space is changing dramatically because of the living thing of Baicaodan, like a small whirlpool, when Baicaodan, the experience carried by this bead is also released.

At this moment when everything is gone, this wave of whirlpools is like a light in the night, actually lighting up the wilderness.

The ripples touched the girl, and those memories poured out without reservation.

If memory is a long river, then the downstream of the long river is blocked, everything stops, and in this vast river of memory, the dam that intercepts it is like a small hole has been broken.

This small opening, the flowing water of memories that were cathartic from it, spread all the way to Qingwen's heart.

All the memories came back slowly in the end, making Qingwen's movements stagnate.

Qi Qi cut off all of Qingwen's perceptions and controlled her movements, but her consciousness was erratic, and all those memories trickled back.

Her emotions, her thoughts, eventually became part of this memory.

"Spitfire..."A hint of brilliance appeared in Qingwen's eyes, she remembered the stubborn young man at the beginning, and remembered her arrogant self.

Her tears condensed in her eyes, and finally slid across her side like stars.

"I... I... I!" she was thinking, she was thinking, she couldn't remember herself, she couldn't control herself, and the powerful suppressive force of the Poor Soul directly blocked the breach of the embankment.

Time has come to a standstill, but the heart of the poor is still moving slowly, as long as the heart of the poor is reached by Qingwen, then everything will be irretrievable.

Spitfire lost all his strength, and his cry was a little weak, even a little desperate.

The people he wanted to save, the people he wanted to protect, he had never felt that he was so powerless, but at this time.

No one can save him, no one can help him, and there is such an earth-shattering thing in this space that is isolated from the world.

Despair flooded his heart, but he was unwilling.

"Qingwen!" he roared again, the little strength he had left, allowing him to barely stand up and move forward.

But Qingwen was a few miles away from him, and the distance seemed to be like the edge of the sky.

Spitfire had never felt like a mortal distance between the world.

He reached out to reach the girl.

However, the girl could not respond to him, let alone make movements, and it was very difficult to even look back.

"Wake up!" The only thing Spitfire can reach is himself.

Only under the Jedi can he think of a way to get Qingwen out of trouble.

The only trace of true qi left in Feihuo, he condensed and formed in his fingertips, and what he wanted to do was to shed fertile blood.

There is nothing that can shake Qingwen more than he is hurt, the two of them love each other like this, and then they can't help themselves in the layers of shackles.

If there was no beginning, there would be no present, but without the beginning, such an act would be meaningless.

His blood qi has already reached the limit, and I am afraid that there is not much blood flowing in his body, only a touch of blood in his heart, which may be able to awaken the girl's divine consciousness.

"Qingwen, you must wake up!"

He didn't hesitate, he knew that if he survived, the final outcome would be the same as Xiaomeng.

Feihuo's trace of true qi turned into a sharp blade and pierced into his heart.

He felt pain, he felt the loss of his life, he felt that he could no longer hold on.

The last of his blood flowed out with the breach in his heart.

Those heart-to-heart blood from the root of life were like a ribbon, swaying in the air.

Spitfire can now determine that human blood, under certain circumstances, can be splashed several feet away.

The fluttering blood splashed on Qingwen's face, and with Qingwen's tears, it flashed with a strange brilliance.

Spitfire heard the sound of something shattering.

"No... Don't—" Spitfire heard the girl's cry, but he was no longer able to support himself, and fell to his knees like an iron man.

In that posture, I didn't move at all.

The prohibition in Qingwen's heart was broken, and the soul of Qiqi let out a painful wail, the original power prohibition outside this other island was very weak, and it took a lot of effort to control Qingwen.

However, the levee collapsed, and the river of memory flowed again.

The surrounding space continued to change rapidly, and after losing the prohibition of the Poor Wonder Heart, the surroundings began to return to their original state.

Qingwen saw Spitfire kneeling, she saw Spitfire's blood, and saw the light in Spitfire's eyes that gradually disappeared.

She finally remembered everything, and finally hurried to the young man.

"Spitfire, Spitfire!" Qingwen's tears blurred her vision like a long river bursting the embankment, but she couldn't wake up Spitfire.

Spitfire's life is in the air again.

"I probably changed my fate, right, I succeeded, right?"

Spitfire had a smile on his face, he knew that he had done something that even Xiaomeng had not done.

But this price is probably unpredictable for him.

"Goodbye—" he couldn't speak, he still wanted to live.

There were warm tears flowing down his face, it must have been because Qingwen was crying on his face.

"I don't want you to cry, but I—" He couldn't speak.

"If you die, I'll follow you immediately, and you won't be alone on the Huangquan Road!" Feihuo heard Qingwen muttering.

"No, no, no!" Spitfire felt his mind flutter rapidly.

"I can't die, I can't die, I can't die!" he couldn't let that happen, otherwise everything he did would be meaningless.

"You want to come back to life?" a voice sounded in Spitfire's heart, and that voice seemed familiar.