But it had already happened, and it was too late.

Ling Zixiu vaguely felt that his body was constantly bulky, and his legs could no longer support his body.

If he didn't focus on it, Lingzi Xiu fell.

At this moment, the heavens and the earth were shattered, the immortal peak was cracked, and the illusion was shattered once and for all.

At the feet of Lingzixiu, the immortal peaks scattered in all directions, and Lingzixiu, dressed in a white skirt with blood, fell down the shattered place.

Everything seems to have slowed down, and time has stood still.

Only Ling Zixiu's skirt fluttered in the wind mixed with rocks, like a beautiful and weak butterfly, fluttering and falling, becoming the most beautiful scenery in the world.

The man in Xuanyi stretched out his hand, but he didn't catch Ling Zixiu, looking at the empty hand, and after being stunned for a moment, the man seemed to be crazy and wanted to catch up with Ling Zixiu.

What's the next fantasy?

Can't I really get out? But the master is still waiting for himself to save him.

Lingzixiu is really a little desperate, she is really desperate for this world and the unjust fate!

Why do you always work hard, but the result is still like this?

His face was hurt by the rocks blown by the wind from time to time, and it was blowing in the wind, and Lingzixiu's delicate and fair skin was hurt for a while.

But what is this compared to the pain of the heart?

Even Ling Zixiu was a little skeptical, were these emotions now his own?

But at this moment, she was tired. I was so tired that I didn't want to dig deeper, I didn't want to think about it anymore.

Everything, so be it!

But Lingzixiu didn't know, she couldn't hear the man in Xuanyi shouting "Ling'er, Ling'er" over and over again.

Piercing.

She can't see that she has always been as ruthless as water, indifferent as Xianfeng Junhua, and she will cry so bitterly.

She didn't know, she really didn't dare to believe him.

She didn't know that she really thought he didn't love her anymore.

She didn't know that she was really desperate.

If she could still see and hear, she might not have been so decisive in the first place.

But everything can't be repeated.

To miss it is to miss it.

To lose is to lose.