Yan Jiuming touched the woman's face little by little, and when it reached the corner of her eyes, she cried out: "As long as you let me know that you are Qin Xuanji, I don't need you to give me this poisonous Gu, I am willing to give you this life." ” He was reluctant for her to destroy herself in order to kill him.
Qin Xuanji's expression was unmoved, she sat there blankly, smiling sadly: "I just want to die too." ” In this world, she has nothing to be nostalgic for.
Yan Jiuming cried even more sadly.
He has never cried like this in his life, but for Qin Xuanji, he is willing to dry all his tears.
Yan Yue looked at this scene stupidly, and finally recovered from the shock, and said in a trembling voice: "Brother Huang, go back with me, I will beg him not to kill you, go back with me." ” She still has a little conscience after all.
Yan Jiuming treats her well, even if she rebels, she doesn't want to see him die under Shen Changan's knife.
"Yan Yue, I'm waiting for you on the Huangquan Road, I want you to be wiped out!"
The man finally stopped crying, his voice hoarse, and the words weeping blood.
Yan Yue took a step back, her expression shocked.
"Master, master, where are you?"
The voice of the green clothes came from not far away, extremely anxious, and already crying.
She was powerless to stop Qin Xuanji from doing anything, but she was unwilling to let her die, how could she die?
After suffering so much, the child is still there, and he will be able to get better in the future.
But she also knew that Qin Xuanji was exhausted.
Qin Xuanji knew that he was coming!
Last time, she didn't want to see him!
Qin Xuanji gently pushed Yan Jiuming away, stood up, turned his head, faced the wind, and said tiredly: "If I die, the Gu poison on your body will be cured." ” The woman's last words to the world: "Live, repent for the rest of your life." ” There were lights flashing in the jungle, green clothes were calling her, and in the shadows of the night, the black figure of the man shuttled from the jungle like the wind, facing the tearing wind, and arrived at the edge of the cliff, only to see the figure jumping down the cliff against the wind.
The white skirt fluttered and bloomed like an epiphany in the dark.
It was gone in an instant.
"Nope."
The heart-rending voices of the two men sounded in unison, Shen Changan had already appeared on the edge of the cliff, stretched out his hand to grab her, only grabbed half of the sleeve, and the person had already fallen to the end.
In the end, she didn't look back.
The three people in red have also arrived with the child in their arms, and the child is crying heartbreakingly, scratching his heart and lungs.
Just when everyone was shocked and grieving, someone jumped into the deep cliff.
It's Yan Jiuming.
Without hesitation, he followed her.
The purple clothes dragged the broken body, crying and kneeling on the edge of the cliff, staring at Yan Yue who was standing there with a sword with red eyes, crying: "Yan Yue, it's all you, you killed the master, you will not die well!"
” The sound was poignant, echoing in the night sky.
She looked at the red and green clothes who were holding the child and crying bitterly, and resolutely left her last words: "You take good care of the little boy and the young lady, the master is not in good health, and no one will take care of him when he walks alone, so I will take care of the master!"
” The woman's figure turned into a purple thread and disappeared at the bottom of the vast cliff.
"Master, purple clothes."
The red and green clothes wept in unison and rushed forward, and the children in their arms were crying bitterly, and they couldn't take a step to jump.
Crying and chattering, Shen Changan knelt on the edge of the cliff, holding the half of the sleeve in his hand, only silent, not saying anything.
I don't know how long it has been, but everything seems to be quiet, and time has forgotten to pass away.
A warm liquid dripped down and landed on the half of the white sleeve, one, two, and finally beaded threads.
The night was strange, and in the wind flowing, I only heard him murmuring hoarsely: "Why don't you want to listen to my explanation until you die?"
” In the end, only tears remained.