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In the past few days, Xi Yao has been sad for a while, happy because the news from the hospital said that the mother's carcinoembryonic antigen has been close to normal, the tumor cells have shrunk, and the sad thing is that the thrombocytopenia is too severe, only 48 (about 115 is the lowest normal value), alas! God has mercy, open your eyes! There are also doctors who said that they should interrupt chemotherapy, because the mother's body can not bear it, so she can only take targeted drugs, this drug is resistant, I don't know what to do if it is resistant, where will Xi Yao go when the time comes?

The purple fire was faint, and the peerless white figure stood like that, like the most holy lotus flower blooming in the flames.

She seemed to hear Lin Yizhi call her name, her black hair like a waterfall, trembled lightly a few times, but she never turned away, only said faintly: "It's you, you shouldn't come here...... You go back......"

That voice, that tone, was like the rainy night in the Lanyue Pavilion she said to him: You shouldn't come, you go back...... Never come again......

It's so cold, it's so ruthless, and it's with indescribable sadness.

How many times, the peerless figure of the Moon Dancing Sword appeared in Lin Yizhi's mind again and again, just like Lin Yizhi's deepest pain. The pain went deep into the bone marrow, and the pain turned back and forth.

However, Lin Yizhi never chose to forget.

He thought again and again about going to the Lan Moon Pavilion to see her to see if she was still there to dance the sword to the moon, and the sadness under the moonlight made his heart never calm down.

He cares about her, otherwise, why should the person who is completely in two worlds insist on asking clearly, your sorrow like moonlight, but for me?

However, he could not go and did not dare to go. She is the most beautiful woman in the world, what did she become of her sneaky past, that is, when she saw her, did she have the courage to ask that sentence?

Perhaps, helping each other again and again, standing side by side again and again, or maybe the sentence "I don't believe it" in the Xianyin Hall is just that she pitied him.

And I, just a nameless boy, how can I be worthy to talk to her?

Today, in the purple fire in the sky, he finally saw her, did he have that wish?

"Duanmu...... I'll ......," Lin Yizhi called in a low voice.

"Don't call me, I have nothing to do with you, you should call me Senior Sister!" The white-clothed figure still didn't turn around, and his voice was still as cold as ice and snow.

That kind of cold can withstand the chill brought by the heavy snow falling in the sky.

Lin Yizhi smiled bitterly: "Senior sister, Duanmu, what do I call you now, is it really important?or, in your heart, I really hate it that much?"

seemed to be a little moved, the white-clothed figure slowly turned around, Lin Yizhi only glanced at her, then his heart trembled, he didn't dare to look at it anymore, and slowly lowered his head.

The white clothes are like a fantasy, just like that, slightly swinging in the faint flames, this woman is like a fairy of the nine heavens. The beautiful posture is like resentment, like joy, like cold, like joy.

The peerless face is like this chaotic ice and snow, beautiful and indifferent. She looked at him, and there seemed to be a faint chill in her eyes, and there seemed to be a hint of loneliness and arrogance.

spoke slowly, and his voice was still so faint: "You are stupidly tight, the bead is your barrier, you gave it to me, what about you?"

"I ...... I don't know ......."

"I don't know...... Hehe" chuckled, like a white lotus in the ice and snow, slowly blooming. Suddenly, he sighed lightly again, and said with a hint of determination: "Let's go...... Get out of here......"

"I'm not leaving......" Lin Yizhi didn't hesitate at all this time. Then he exhaled softly and muttered, "Duanmu... You're still looking good in that pale blue dress......"

"You ......" Duanmu Ningque glanced at him coldly, "Do you know where this is?"

"Here, it's the fire of emotional barriers..."After Lin Yizhi finished speaking, he lowered his head again, and said in a low voice that seemed to be talking to himself: "It seems that I guessed right...... You are my emotional handicapp......"

"Now that you know, don't leave quickly...... Aren't you afraid of dying here?" Duanmu Ningque's tone became more and more cold.

"Isn't it, I'm going to pass through here, you and I, someone must die?" Lin Yizhi's voice was a little desolate.

"You still understand, if you go over, you will come and kill me......" Duanmu Ning Que said coldly.

"What if...... I don't want to?" Lin Yizhi suddenly raised his head, his eyes full of determination.

"You ......" Duanmu Ningque's expression was stunned, and his tone suddenly became a little softer: "That...... Go back...... Don't come here again!"

"But I won't leave, if I go, Brother Nalan will be buried in this sea of obsession, Duanmu, you know me, I won't leave......" Lin Yizhi still said in a low voice, as if he was talking to himself.

"Then die under my cangism...... Duanmu Ningque, her figure suddenly suspended in mid-air, the purple flames churning and burning under her, and her peerless figure was like a spirit dancing in the purple flames.

With a flick of her right hand, a blue light like charm and lightning suddenly appeared, and the Cangli Divine Sword was just like her, with an extremely cold sword aura, floating faintly in mid-air.

The white clothes are rippling, and the blue light is like a charm.

"Is that a separation? It's the only one who deserves to dance with you...... Duanmu, I won't fight back, if you want my life...... Then take it!" Lin Yizhi suddenly raised his head, looked at the figure in mid-air, and suddenly showed a warm smile.

"But...... I still like the way you look in blue......" Lin Yizhi's eyes flowed, and the smile seemed to be even thicker.

"Are you willing to die like this?" Duanmu Ningque, holding a sword in his right hand, asked coldly.

"You'll know if you try it......" Lin Yizhi still smiled.

"You...... This is you looking for death, and you can't complain about others!" Duanmu Ningque snorted lightly, and the cold shadow flashed, and the blue light of the divine sword was like a ghost flash in the night sky, and it shot towards Lin Yizhi's chest.

The sword is faint, bringing up bursts of snow.

In the blink of an eye, with only two inches left, Lin Yizhi could even feel the cold sword aura emanating from the Cangli Divine Sword.

"You still haven't hid ?......," Duanmu Ningque snorted coldly.

Lin Yizhi just smiled like that, and that smile was heartbreaking.

Just as the sword was about to pierce Lin Yizhi's chest in an instant, he saw Duanmu Ningque suddenly move his bare hand, and the blue mang changed a strange arc.

The next moment, the blue light flashed, and Lin Yizhi only felt a piercing cold pain above his right shoulder.

At the same time, the white shadow flickered, and the two instantly staggered.

Withdrawing the sword, in the blue glow, a little bit of crimson dripping silently, instantly melted into the white snow on the ground, mottled.

The pain ran down his shoulder, spread all over his body, and on his shoulder, blood flowed like a stream.

Lin Yizhi didn't even frown, he didn't even look at the injury, he just looked at Duanmu Ningque in front of him, and still smiled like that: "It doesn't hurt...... Duanmu... Why did you change direction?"

"You ......" Duanmu Ningque raised his eyes and looked at the blood droplets on the Cangli Divine Sword, and was stunned for a moment.

He really doesn't dodge or dodge?......

"Go ahead...... If I die...... It's good that you can leave this heavy snow!" Lin Yizhi said with a smile.

"Unreasonable...... If you don't leave, I'll be ruthless!" Duanmu frowned and said coldly.

"Duanmu...... You still look good in blue!" Lin Yizhi repeated that sentence again, his smile like the wind.

Duanmu Ningque originally cherished words like gold, and if he didn't answer, the coldness on his face seemed to be even more dignified, and suddenly a white shadow flashed, and his right hand stood and slapped towards Lin Yizhi's chest.

"Slap-" There was a muffled sound, Lin Yizhi was like a heavy blow, his body was like a kite with a broken string, he was shocked into the air by this palm, and then fell down fiercely.

Lin Yizhi only felt that his internal organs seemed to be about to crack open at that moment, but he still didn't say a word.

At the corner of his mouth, a stream of blood flowed down gently.

This palm almost shattered his heart, but he still struggled like that, slowly propped himself up with his left hand, and then slowly stood up.

The trembling right hand gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and then squeezed out a smile with all his strength towards Duanmu Ningque and said, "Duanmu... It doesn't hurt!"

"You...... I don't care if you hurt or not!" Duanmu Ningque suddenly became a little annoyed, bullied forward again, and said coldly: "If you don't fight back, then die!"

After that, he stood with his palms, and the incomparably cold air in his palms seemed to be wrapped in here, and he attacked Lin Yizhi again.

Lin Yizhi just didn't dodge or dodge like that, looking at the palms that came to him with some sloppy eyes, and still said in a low voice: "Duanmu...... You still look good in blue..."

As soon as the words came out, the palms had already hit Lin Yizhi's chest. Lin Yizhi only felt a bone-chilling pain and coldness, spreading from his chest, mercilessly impacting his already somewhat unstable spirit.

In an instant, he flew upside down again, his body swinging in mid-air, and then he fell hard, smashing into the snow-covered ground.

Trembling all over, his eyes were scattered, his nostrils, the corners of his eyes, the corners of his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were stained red by the bright red blood, and the shocking injuries made his body extremely fragile.

He couldn't see the face of the peerless woman in front of him clearly. But he still gritted his teeth so resolutely, wanting to stand up and look at her again. Perhaps, this is the last look.

"Can you still stand up?" Duanmu Ningque looked coldly at Lin Yizhi in front of him who was struggling to get up, but fell into the cold snow again and again, and asked coldly, his voice was full of unmoved desperation.

Lin Yizhi didn't even have the strength to speak, so he struggled over and over again, trying to get up again, and then fell down heavily. Until the last ounce of strength is exhausted.

Finally, after enduring the pain that seemed to be cracked in all the bones, Lin Yizhi slowly stood up again.

I couldn't see anything clearly in my eyes anymore, only white, purple, or blue phantoms swaying in front of me like flowing water.

Lin Yizhi used his last strength to squeeze out a smile again, and the warmth in that smile seemed to melt all the coldness between heaven and earth.

He couldn't see her, but he could feel her breath, he gently raised his hand and pointed in her direction: "Duanmu, it doesn't hurt... I'm not dead yet...... You go ahead......"

Then he sighed faintly, and the smile was still so warm: "Duanmu, you are still good-looking in blue clothes......"

In the purple fire, the lonely white shadow was also a little moved at that moment.

That stubborn body, the black clothes were still stained with blood and turned a dazzling red. But just like that, he smiled at her without the slightest pain, and said it over and over again.

I don't hurt......

Duanmu Ningque suddenly shouted towards the faint purple sky, "Why... Why... Why...!"

Then, he suddenly swung the Cangli Divine Sword in his hand and slashed at the purple flames beside him like crazy, slashing over and over again, slashing!

The purple flame was still beating coldly, as if with a cold mockery!

"Ahh

Duanmu Ningque shouted again, the blue light of the Cangli Divine Sword flashed, and the next moment, the beautiful figure was stirred in the air again, and the originally cold face was a little confused, a little resolute, a little lonely.

Lan Mang's great victory covered all the colors in this heaven and earth, and all the mangs seemed to fall mercilessly towards Lin Yizhi at that moment as if from above the nine heavens.

The next moment, there seemed to be a broken voice, which echoed in my ears so clearly.

The blue mangs condensed into one point, and slowly dissipated in Lin Yizhi's heart.

The sword, without stopping, pierced Lin Yizhi's heart without any hindrance.

Perhaps, it hurts! Why, he was still smiling like that, but the two hands holding the hilt of the sword slowly trembled.

Blood gushed out, and poignant flowers bloomed in the heart.

A huge chill hit, and the pain in the heart was like a shadow.

Lin Yizhi used his last strength to look at the face in front of him that was as cold as this snow.

That face is so beautiful. It's so beautiful that no words can describe it.

He wanted to reach out and touch her, even a slight touch would be enough. But he found that even this strength was gone.

The sword pierced into his heart, taking away all the warmth from him.

There were tears, but they were still smiling.

"Duanmu...... Am I dead... That's the end of it?"

"It's just Duanmu...... You're still good-looking in blue......"

"Duanmu... I don't hurt...... It's just that...... Are you still cold?"

Perhaps, the young man in black is probably really dead......