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Duanmu Ningque half-knelt there, holding Lin Yizhi's head with both hands, and called his name over and over again, at this moment, she had never been presumptuous with the emotions in her heart, shouting over and over again, shouting the three words that she had never really called.

"Lin Yizhi, wake up!"!"Lin Yizhi, wake up!"!"Lin Yizhi!" Her voice gradually became hoarse from full of sadness, until finally, the hoarse voice was gone, only two lines of silent tears in her eyes, wetting the world, weaving in her eyes red, just like the sad rain curtain that suddenly fell from the heavens and the earth, wetting all the vitality.

But no matter how Duanmu Ningque shouted, shouting to the point that she was almost speechless, the still delicate face that was close at hand became more and more pale, and the bloodless face made her heart inexplicably flustered.

She suddenly realized that at this moment, she had never been so afraid, afraid that she would lose him forever.

She was to him, she had only met a few times with this time, maybe when Lin Yizhi finally fell, she didn't understand why she was so cold and peerless, and the arrogant and holy woman suddenly appeared to save him, in fact, he didn't think that someone would come to save him, the person who saved him in his mind might be Chu Xiao, maybe it might be the senior brother Zeng Ruijin, maybe it was the desperate little sister Lu Xiyue, or it was very unlikely that it might be his own master, even if it was difficult for him to leave the Worry Sect, he would not feel too surprised, he had thought about countless people who came to save him, and thought about various reasons for those people to save him。

It's just that in all the hopes in my heart, there is no such beautiful blue figure at all. Because in his opinion, that cold and peerless Duanmu Ningque was so high, so high that it was a blasphemy for him to want her to save him, or, in front of her, Lin Yizhi always felt ashamed of himself.

Even if they had fought side by side, Lin Yizhi should have thought that it was because of the critical situation of the Liwu Sect, and she couldn't take care of it, even if she once said that I don't believe it for him in the main hall, Lin Yizhi never expected her to have any good impression of him.

She did that, perhaps, out of pity. A peerless character like her, if she were in normal times, she wouldn't even look at herself at a glance.

If it weren't for that, she wouldn't have said so coldly that moonlit night that he didn't want to see each other again, in fact, Lin Yi didn't think about it at all that night, he just wanted to thank her, but she didn't even give him this opportunity. After that incident, Lin Yizhi never felt frustrated, and he didn't know why he was so sad in his heart, perhaps, maybe it was because she ruthlessly rejected that thanks.

Even when he saw this blue-clothed Duanmu appear in front of his eyes, he still felt that it was his own hallucination, until she rushed over and hugged him, he could feel the faint fragrance on her body, and he was sure that it was really what happened, and at that moment, how much he hoped that it would become an eternity.

However, it was so cruel, and the boundless darkness came at this moment, and he lost all consciousness and vitality by surprise. The darkness came so quickly that he didn't have time to erase the shallow smile from the corner of his mouth.

However, Lin Yizhi, who was trapped in endless darkness, would never understand that he was a stranger to her, but she was more familiar with him than anyone in this world.

Because since Duanmu Ningque possessed the peerless divine sword Cangli, Cangli has been appearing a virtual image of time all the time. In that imaginary image, the innocent little boy, the troublemaker who was always taught by the master in class, the stubborn and tenacious rainy night desperately walked towards the black-clothed young man who was struggling to walk in the depths of Liwu Mountain, and many joys and sorrows about him were staged in Duanmu Ningque's eyes all the time. She follows his happiness or in the sunshine and white clouds, controls the vicissitudes of life, and sees the vicissitudes of sorrow in one day, or with his sadness, under the moon in the dark night, the red leaves**, gloomy solo.

He didn't know when he had completely affected everything about himself, and his life was slowly flowing for more than a dozen springs, summers, autumns and winters without the knowledge of this irrelevant person, this irrelevant person.

The most affectionate confession is companionship, although this young man in black has never said anything for her in the past ten years, and he doesn't even know that he has appeared in a woman's life in such a way.

However, for Duanmu Ningque, this kind of companionship, which seems rather strange, has become an inseparable habit in her life.

This habit quietly melts into the depths of her body and mind, like the blood flowing in her body, and it will never be separated.

And now, perhaps, the habit would never last any longer, for the man who had brought her all of this was a dead man except for the faint heartbeat in his chest, which was barely felt.

Therefore, Duanmu Ningque felt lonely and scared like never before, and that loneliness and fear were like a tide, drowning all her soul and consciousness. made her no longer have the coldness and reserve of the past.

She didn't know what to do to redeem her dying habits, and she had never been afraid of losing someone who seemed unrelated to her. The strength in her body seemed to be forcibly stripped out little by little, and she felt that it was difficult for her to even stand up, and she even felt that the head she was holding was heavier than the Cangli Excalibur she was holding.

Thousands of pounds of heaviness.

She was helpless and depressed like she had never felt before, only holding his head like that, crying lowly, and her body trembling slowly, letting the crying be drowned out by the flames in the sky.

Crying like this, it was as if all the tears of this life had burst in front of this young man.

She even felt that this crying would become the only eternity, and in the future, maybe she would never know how to cry so freely.

If you forget to cry, you won't be in pain, will you?

Tears fell slowly, wetting the pale face, like the dew on the white cloud.

Suddenly, in the midst of the sobbing, her mournful murmur came, as if she was saying something to him, and as if she was so lost and depressed to herself: "You, wake up quickly! If you wake up, the Illusory Peak Lanyue Pavilion will always let you come and go, you like the red leaves I played, right, you wake up, we are still there, just like that night, whatever you want to hear, I will blow it to you As long as you wake up, it's good."

"You, wake up quickly! If you wake up, we are in the same place every day, we will do whatever you like, then the tofu flower in Liyang must be very sweet, I have seen you eat so much several times, you wake up, take me to taste, how about it?"

"Wake up, don't you like to see me in light blue clothes, if you wake up, I will show you the best light blue clothes, every day!"

The voice was high and low, the heartbreaking sadness, empty and helpless.

Like crying and complaining, the sadness that goes straight to the bottom of my heart.

The flames in the sky seemed to have become much softer at this moment.

"Lin Yizhi, wake up quickly!

Duanmu Ningque called Lin Yizhi over and over again, time was constantly passing, she didn't know how many times she called like this, for a long time, she held his head like this, never thought of putting it down, it seems, she didn't know what tiredness was.

Perhaps, in the dark, the soul that has long been plunged into darkness seems to hear the most affectionate call in this world. Suddenly, the soul in the darkness felt a chill that had never been felt like it had ever been poured from head to toe, and the cold was even more terrible than this darkness.

He unconsciously spit out two words in a small voice: "It's cold"

Suddenly, Duanmu Ningque trembled uncontrollably as if she had been struck by lightning, and she really heard his voice, even if it was so small that it was almost negligible.

But she knew what he said, and he said he was so cold!

These two words are hope, a huge hope that has never been seen before, Duanmu Ningque Huo Ran's eyes widened, and he called loudly: "Lin Yizhi, are you cold, right? I heard it, I can hear it!"

After that, without a trace of hesitation, she couldn't take care of it anymore, and suddenly hugged his body completely in her arms, like holding a sleeping baby, so gentle, so careful.

He was clinging to her, only through the pale blue coat. She could feel the biting coldness coming from his skin, and the cold made her soul tremble slightly. But more than that, she could feel it from his chest, a tiny, but really beating heart.

She hugged him, and she began to get cold because of the chill on his body, and she felt that her little warmth was passing bit by bit, but she was willing.

Even if she died, she held him like this and died together.

The blood that had not dried up and down Lin Yizhi's body slowly flowed out, staining Duanmu Ningque's pale blue clothes, penetrating into it in a trace, completely melting into this blue, as if this blood had grown there in the first place, and it had never been separated at this moment.

Rao is like this, Lin Yizhi's mouth is still unconsciously muttering: "It's so cold, it's cold!"

"Are you still cold?" Duanmu Ningque slowly looked at the face of the young man who was close at hand, his appearance was not handsome, he could only be called quite handsome, in the Liwu Sect, if he stood there among all the young disciples, no one would be attracted by his appearance, and he would completely ignore it at all.

However, she looked at him like that, her eyes kept flowing like water on his pale face, and at last, she seemed to have made up her mind. One hand was still holding him like that, and the other hand slowly stretched out to his waist.

There was an extremely subtle sound of "hiss", like scissors gently slashing across the brocade silk, and Duanmu Ningque's clothes became loose in an instant, just like that, floating on his body.

She silently unbuttoned the last button slowly. Then with a movement of his fingertips, the pale blue shirt immediately opened from his waist to the front of his snow-white neck.

Inside, her creamy skin and collarbone, above which a faint blue brocade rope hung around her neck, was her last close-fitting coat. Other than that, she had no cover up and down.

She didn't hesitate at all, her gaze became clear and determined. Then he slowly pressed his only inch body tightly against the cold body of the young man. The blue shirt is frivolous, like a dreamy light veil that softly covers itself and the boy completely.

At this moment, she had never been so close to this young man.

She stuck to him like that, and murmured: "Lin Yizhi, you can feel my warmth"

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