It's not that she's afraid of death, but her heart really hurts at the moment, it's so painful that it's hard to breathe, and there are bursts of grievances and unwillingness in her heart. Suddenly, Ling Zixiu realized that this emotion was not his own.

She didn't know the man in front of her!

Although he couldn't see his face clearly for some reason, Ling Zixiu was very sure that there was no such person among the men he knew.

Things are getting a little tricky.

But Ling Zixiu didn't have time to think about it at the moment, who Rao was, and he couldn't calm down in the face of death.

Could it be that he is going to die like this?

No, she can't, Master is still waiting for her to save her!

Looking at the ruthless sword that was close at hand, Ling Zixiu couldn't move. At this time, who will come to save her?

Closing his eyes, Lingzi Xiu silently said in his heart, I'm sorry, Master, Xiu'er can't repay your kindness in this life.

Xiu'er can't save you, Master, goodbye. If so, can Xiu'er be your apprentice in the next life?

Goodbye, brother. If we can, we will still be brothers and sisters in the next life, okay?

There are many regrets in this life, but Lingzi Xiu will not regret it.

But Lingzi Xiu, who closed his eyes and waited for death, did not feel the sharp pain of his body being pierced by a sharp sword, thinking that he was dead.

After experiencing it again, there was no trace of pain on his body. It's a bit weird.

Lingzixiu couldn't help but open his eyes, it doesn't matter if he doesn't look at it, when he looks at it, it really frightens Lingzixiu.

As soon as he opened his eyes, this sword was actually an inch away from the door of his heart. The sword light on the sword body was still circulating, but at this time, it seemed to be resisting the holder, and did not want to move forward.

The sword body that was constantly shaking violently seemed to be telling Lingzi Xiu something. Although Ling Zixiu didn't understand why the Ruthless Sword was like this, he couldn't understand what the sword was telling.

But what is certain is that this sword does not seem to be willing to hurt itself.

But why, exactly?

Could it be that the sword wielder is not the sword master?

No, it won't, if it weren't for the sword master, even Lingzi Xiu wouldn't be able to shake the will of the sword and use it forcibly, let alone kill someone.

Looking at the man holding the sword in front of him, Ling Zixiu only felt that somewhere in the depths of his soul was gradually waking up, and his heart hurt even more.

Lingzixiu couldn't help but twist his eyebrows lightly and asked, "Who are you?"

But the man didn't pay attention to himself at all, as if he couldn't hear.

Ling Zixiu was still waiting for the man's answer, and even she didn't know why she was so stubborn to know who the other party was.

Maybe it's just out of curiosity, maybe it's because I can't move, since I'm going to die eventually, why don't I understand it if I don't die?

Perhaps, even Ling Zixiu didn't know why, but he felt that this man always made his heart ache, inexplicably familiar, but he had really never seen it.

The two of them, Ling Zixiu always felt that he would see this man soon.

Life after life, entanglement.