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The fire of obsession, the fire of emotional obstacles. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info top novel,

The purple fire is faint, and the sky is the same color. Here, it's as if the whole world is lost. I can't tell what's fake and what's true.

Have you ever forgotten where the truth and falsehood came from because of the attachment in front of you, people always guard the last trace of beauty in their hearts, but forget the falsehood after the beauty, and it will be shattered with a little effort.

Life is like a dream, so as to waste the hustle and bustle.

Slowly, a trace of pain from the depths of the heart, like a nightmare striking the originally unconscious Lin Yizhi's shattered soul, after some struggle, maybe in the dark, God has not tortured enough of this blood-soaked remnant.

With a hoarse sigh, Lin Yizhi slowly opened his eyes again.

My eyes are misty, I can't see where I'm coming from, and I don't know how to get back. In front of him was a smudged purple, which didn't seem to solidify, flowing like water in front of Lin Yizhi's eyes. At that moment, Lin Yizhi seemed to really feel that he was in the purple ocean whirlpool, floating and scattered.

However, as he woke up the pain for the first time, there would be a succession of pains coming like a tide, and under the invasion of pain, Lin Yizhi's spirit suddenly seemed to recover. It's just that the ruthless coldness is still surging wildly all over the body, and then it brings crazy killing and bloodthirsty **.

Why, why, why? Lin Yizhi still has that trace of warmth in the atrium, and no matter how painful he screams, he seems to be unwilling, as if he is hesitant, as if he is sad, and as if he is helpless.

The sky is ruthless, why is it difficult for him to even die? At this moment, Lin Yizhi has never longed for death to come.

Maybe only then will he never be in pain, and maybe a huge death will gently drive away the bone-chilling coldness for him and bring him eternal warmth.

However, he could not even do this easiest death.

He clearly remembered that he had desperately pierced the Light Trace Immortal Sword through his already broken body, and he thought that he would definitely die. However, all this agony told himself that he was not dead, that he was still alive, even if it was so desperate.

It must be the power of the Demon Heart that has allowed him to survive even if he was fatally injured. He really underestimated the power of the Demon Heart. Even if he dies, he will reawaken his remaining consciousness like a maggot on the tarsal bone.

But such a painful and humble life, such an unbearable life is really what you want?

He suddenly wanted to laugh, laughing at himself for being so incompetent that he couldn't even kill himself. But he found that he didn't even have the strength to laugh.

At this moment, the little bit of clear consciousness that was originally left because of the sudden awakening slowly faded like a tide, and the speed of the loss made Lin Yizhi feel it clearly.

He couldn't stop this irreversible phenomenon from happening, and the next moment he suddenly thought that Duanmu Ningque was still there in front of him, and once he was completely controlled by the Silent Demon Heart, what the consequences would be, he was afraid that he couldn't even imagine.

He wanted to stand up, walked to Duanmu Ningque's side and told her to kill him with a sword, but he mobilized all his strength to get up, but found that he couldn't do it at all.

Even so, he didn't want to lie there like this, a low, painful groan came out of his mouth, and suddenly, he trembled his hands, and clasped the potholes in the cold snow.

Blood suddenly flowed out slowly from his fingers, like a little red tear, instantly dyeing the white snow under his palm red, which looked shocking.

However, he didn't even frown, as if the blood didn't come from his body. In fact, he couldn't take care of this injury anymore, and this kind of pain was almost the same as no pain for him.

Because he knew that the wounds on his body that were dripping with blood like this could not be counted, all the wounds were oozing blood, and from a distance, the original black clothes had lost their original color, and the blood and the clothes were glued together, and they sank into the wounds, as if they had never been separated.

Lin Yizhi used all his strength to prop up half of his body, and the whole person was half-kneeling there. The Light Trace Immortal Sword was inserted straight into his chest, and a huge wound on his chest was clearly visible, the dark red blood and the faint blue light of the Light Trace Immortal Sword were intertwined together, and there was an indescribable weird and poignant beauty.

Duanmu Ningque obviously didn't expect that the Demon Heart of Silence could bring him such tenacious vitality. Dressed in white as snow, she stood in the purple sky of snow, so shocked that she forgot what to do next.

A low roar like a wounded beast came from Lin Yizhi's mouth: "Duanmu, while I still have a residual consciousness, my eyes haven't completely turned blue, kill me, hurry, hurry!"

A trace of confusion appeared in Duanmu Ningque's cold eyes, she didn't know that the person in front of her who was dying really had such courage to die. Subconsciously, he muttered, "You tell me, obviously you can rely on the Demon Heart of Silence to defeat me, or even kill me, why, why don't you do this, but you want to seek death?"

Lin Yizhi saw that she didn't move, and he didn't know where he got the strength, and suddenly yelled, "Don't ask me! Kill me! It's too late, you know?"

Duanmu Ningque was shocked, his eyes were suddenly filled with killing intent, and he said coldly: "Since you are like this, then don't blame me!"

With that, he slowly raised the Cangli Divine Sword in his hand.

The blue light was faint, illuminating the unknown darkness, and at that moment, in Lin Yizhi's eyes, the white dress like snow was even more dazzling.

The blue light converged, with a cold aura of death, drawing a graceful and deadly arc in mid-air, heading towards Lin Yizhi's broken body, without the slightest hesitation.

Lin Yizhi slowly closed his eyes, he had never been so calm, and the corners of his mouth even had a clear and warm smile as before.

This sword, it's all over, Duanmu Ningque, goodbye.

"Poof---" A crisp and inaudible voice sounded so clearly in Lin Yizhi's ears.

Lin Yizhi knew that all this was finally over, and the life that should have withered five years ago finally ended like this.

There has never been a gorgeous bloom, nor has there been a vigorous one, but dying under her sword, Lin Yizhi has no trace of unwillingness, liberation is the last beauty.

Come, meet this great death.

There are tears, gently across his face, merging with blood, never separated.

However, why, why did the murderous intent and bloodlust become more and more serious, the bone-chilling pain still did not go away, and the cold breath like a nightmare.

Is this what death is supposed to look like?

No, why didn't he feel the slightest pain in this last fatal sword? He had already heard the soft sound of the sword piercing through his body, what the hell was going on?

The body was for a while, and the last trace of clarity that refused to dissipate made him suddenly open his eyes.

He used all his strength to see what was happening in front of him, but just this glance made Lin Yizhi refuse to take his eyes off.

How many years later, Lin Yizhi knew that that glance would become unforgettable in his life, and he would spend his whole life to miss it.

A figure, like a dream, silently lay in front of him and the white-clothed Duanmu Ningque, with incomparable coldness and determination, just like that, blocking Lin Yizhi's approach, as if the storm between heaven and earth, the pain and helplessness were blocked by this figure, that figure, slender, weak, with an incomparable peerless and cold arrogance.

The figure, standing there, did not retreat.

And above her slender hand, she was holding a long sword that shone with a cold blue light like hers, and she held it as if she held the whole world.

And the dark blue long sword had already pierced through the white-clothed Duanmu Ningque in front of him. The faint sound of Fang Cai came slowly from the long sword.

The long sword was cold, and the blue light floated, and this sword pierced the heart of the white-clothed Duanmu in an elegant and deadly way, taking away all her original lifelike vitality.

However, there was not a single blood flowing from the white clothes, and the long sword passed through the body as if it had penetrated the air, without hindrance.

The originally cold and glittering Cangli Divine Sword in the hands of the white-clothed Duanmu Ning Que became extremely dim at this moment, sliding from his hand silently and falling to the ground, strangely like a piece of fluttering, without making a sound.

And the white-clothed Duanmu Ningque still maintained the posture of stabbing at Lin Yizhi, as if time had frozen forever at that moment, but that peerless face was full of unwillingness and disbelief.

However, the sudden change of all this was not surprising to Lin Yizhi at all, and he didn't even have the slightest wave in his heart, as if he seemed to have expected it.

Only, everything in his eyes seemed to disappear in an instant, between the heaven and the earth, there was only the blue that haunted his soul, with the coldness that he was no longer familiar with, just floating in this snow.

The blue figure, the blue Cangli Divine Sword, everything is so real, so real that it is unique and cold, as if it has the warmest warmth.

Blue figure, blue clothes fluttering, like a dream.

"Duanmu" Lin Yizhi muttered the name, but this time, this shout was unprecedented peace of mind and pleasure.

The blue figure was the --- Duanmu Ningque who suddenly appeared.

She also heard Lin Yizhi call him, and her cold eyes were instantly filled with unconcealable tenderness, however, she didn't look back, just said lightly: "You hold on, I'll come to see you after I'm done." ”

She's still like that, but this coldness is real, and the truth makes him feel used to it.

The white-clothed Duanmu Ningque's lips squirmed a few times, as if he wanted to say something, but he only said two words: "Hello", and in an instant, Duanmu Ningque's original peerless face, which appeared inexplicably from the fire of emotional barriers, became distorted and hideous in an instant.

Suddenly, the entire body in this heaven and earth suddenly turned into a white light, and then slowly dissipated.

Everything, like a nightmare that had been waking up for a long time, finally came to an end

Duanmu Ning Que suddenly turned around, and at this moment, Lin Yizhi's already strong body could no longer support it, and he fell heavily into the cold snow.

The blue shadow was like a charm, and in an instant, it had already held him in his arms, bringing a cold fragrance.

Duanmu Ningque noticed that he was covered in injuries, although he deliberately maintained the original coldness, but his voice was already trembling slightly: "Why don't you fight back, let her hurt you, don't you know that it is the fire of the love barrier?"

Lin Yizhi squeezed out a smile and muttered: "Actually, I knew from the beginning that the Mu Ningque in front of me was fake, because when did you really wear white clothes, or blue clothes lined you more beautifully"

Duanmu Ningque's heart suddenly moved, but he couldn't care about being shy, and said in a trembling voice: "Then why don't you dodge and fight back?"

"Because, that's also Duanmu Ningque, it's really fake, it's all Duanmu Ningque, as long as it's her, I won't hurt her, let alone make a move"

Lin Yizhi seemed to be talking to himself, but the voice became smaller and smaller, and finally turned silent, his eyes slowly closed, and the darkness attacked him again.

Only this time, there was a reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth.

He and hers held their hands and never let go, though they were as cold as each other.

Duanmu Ningque's tears couldn't help but burst out of his eyes anymore, and he suddenly shouted sadly towards the purple flames in the sky: "Lin Yizhi, don't you sleep, can you bear to let me be here alone, wake up quickly!"

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