Tears burst out, and she rushed up like crazy, pushing the corpse away frantically.

Under the corpse, the familiar face resembled five thunders, crashing in her heart.

All consciousness disappeared in an instant.

As the sky turned around, she slowly fell beside Mo Xuanchen.

I don't know how long it took, the coldness on her face made her tremble all over, and Youyou opened her eyes.

In the black sky, heavy raindrops crackled down.

The smell of blood remained, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she suddenly turned to look to her side.

Beside her, the blood stains on Mo Xuanchen's face were dripping with the rain, revealing that pale face.

"Do not"

Ling Luoyu collapsed and got up in disbelief, not crying, only endless heart death.

"Xuan Chen..."

Kneeling on the ground, she looked at Mo Xuanchen in disbelief.

Fingertips trembled several times before touching his face.

His face was so cold, pale and lifeless in her palm.

"Never thought...you will die..."

She knew that his life was not going well and that he had encountered too many dangers.

But so much danger, he survived!

"I'm sorry...I am late!"

She closed her eyes in despair, tears mixed with raindrops, slipped from her face and fell on Mo Xuanchen's body.

She tidied his clothes gently, soft lips fell on his forehead tremblingly, and kissed deeply.

"Xuan Chen... Huangquan Road, don't walk too quickly... Wait for me..."

She gently hugged him in her arms and touched her forehead with her chin.

Turning her hands, a dagger flashed across her fingertips.

The cold spike pierced her heart.

The blood flowed down the blade of the dagger, mixed with rain dripping.

But her hand seemed to have no feeling, and the dagger still stuck.

In this world, the person she cares about the most is no longer there.

So what does she mean by being alive? !

She didn't even have the desire to avenge him, she just wanted to go to Huangquan with her.

She was afraid that Mo Xuanchen walked too eagerly on Huangquan Road, and even more afraid that he would drink Meng Po Tang before her, and never recognize her or remember her from this lifetime.

"Xuan Chen, you must not drink that bowl of Meng Po soup... you don't remember me if you drink it. Even if you walk across from each other, you and I will pass by, like strangers... Wait for me, wait for me With you... Let's be a lonely ghost together..."

Health, different beds.

Die, also the same point.

The soul must be together for life and life!

Looking at the person in her arms, the smile on the corner of her lips is like a brilliant firework, gorgeous in an instant

"God wants to separate us... I don't want to!!!"

The heavy rain washed away with blood.

The blood flowed horizontally, spiraling upward in a whirlpool, and gradually engulfed all the corpses.

Ling Luoyu hugged Mo Xuanchen, sitting in the blood water with her fingers interlocking, waiting for the endless blood to obliterate them.

Suddenly--

"Yuer..."

If there is a call like nothing, it will ring in Ling Luoyu's ears.

"Yuer...Yuer..."

"Xuan Chen?"

Ling Luoyu opened his eyes openly and looked at the person in his arms in surprise.

But at first glance, he was extremely disappointed.

Mo Xuanchen was still lying pale in her arms, already about to be obliterated by blood.

"It turned out to be an illusion..."

She hugged him, closed her eyes slightly, and smiled at the corners of her lips, but tears fell.

"Xuan Chen, I can hear you calling me before I die..."

"Yuer..."

This time, Mo Xuanchen's voice seemed a little clearer.