Mo Lingzi had mixed feelings in his heart. Although Feng Junhua didn't answer, she knew it when she saw the expectation and hesitation in his eyes.

She knew he heard, and perhaps, she knew what to do.

It turns out that after all this time, some things still haven't changed.

She was helpless. It turns out that he is still the same he, or the head of the Six Realms who cares about the world and all sentient beings, and would rather wronged himself than bear anyone-Feng Junhua.

It's just that they can't go back, maybe all this was a mistake from the beginning!

She smiled wryly, recalling the time when they first met.

During that time, all people were so natural and simple interdependent. There is no bond, but you can entrust your life to others, the perseverance at that time, the original friendship and the oath of the mountains and seas, is it really so fragile?

When did they begin to be driven by fate, deviate from their original trajectory, and never go back?

When did they part ways and become the most familiar strangers?

It seems like a long time ago.

Mo Lingzi looked at Feng Junhua quietly, if the ending is already doomed, let's all face it calmly!

Looking at the emotions sparkling in your eyes, I wondered, what would you do in the face of my final choice?

In fact, I already had a guess in my heart, but I still refused to admit defeat and wanted to gamble again. Just let me be willful one last time, okay?

If the final outcome remains the same, if only my death can restore the peace of the Six Realms, can this farce of the world be ended, and the burden on your shoulders will be lighter.

Mo Lingzi looked up at the sky, but his eyes looked farther away, as if he was making a promise, and as if he was telling silently.

Well, I do!

Mo Lingzi closed her eyes, she wanted to cry. But the world makes people, she was born without tears in this life, and she doesn't even have the right to cry.

In fact, she doesn't regret it, and she is even very satisfied.

If in the previous life she didn't know who she was living for, then, in this life, she knew.

That person is not Feng Junhua, nor Zi Duduan, but that little figure, the person who softly shouts her sister behind her all day long.

Even if she hurt her later, Mo Lingzi didn't blame her.

She's still young.

And she has been hurting for her since she was born, hurting for her, but she has no complaints, and still regards herself as her dearest sister. Who is to blame her? I am sorry for her.

Moreover, when Feng Junhua stabbed her sword, when she had given up hope of living, she ran over with tears in her eyes, saying that she was wrong and begging herself to forgive her.

Under the red rain, she slammed her forehead on the ground one by one, and her flesh and blood were blurred.

In fact, I never complained about her.

I still remember that when she endured the severe pain step by step and retreated, pulled out the sword in Feng Junhua's hand, turned around and jumped off the cliff in despair, and was about to end her life, she also jumped down and fell off the cliff like a butterfly.

That scene, she will never forget in her life!

Heart, so painful that I can't breathe!

So, this time, I was reborn from the fire and lived only for her!

It is enough to collect all the artifacts and save the little girl. This time, she can no longer hurt herself, no longer have to hurt herself. Be your true self once.

As long as she lives well, that's enough.

In this life, she has nothing else to ask for. Feng Junhua, she doesn't dare to love anymore, and she can't afford to love anymore!