After a cup of tea, the previously unscrupulous devils no longer showed their teeth and claws, some disappeared into ashes, and some fled in a hurry when they saw that they could not be defeated.

When she put away the long sword, Murong Qianqian turned around and found that Leng Sha's face turned black, and this blackness was different from usual, as if he had been poisoned.

"Xiao Leng, what's wrong with you?" Murong Qianqian stepped forward.

But it was still a step too late, Leng Sha spurted out a mouthful of black blood, and fell to the ground in a flash, his whole body already weak.

"Qianqian, I didn't expect to die by your side. I'm really happy." Like a mosquito's voice, Leng Sha said each word clearly.

When Murong Qianqian heard this, a thin layer of mist suddenly filled her eyes. She shook her head and said, "How can you die just because you say you're going to die? What kind of poison have you been poisoned? I'll help you find the antidote."

Leng Sha twitched the corners of his lips, "It's useless, this is a demonic poison. There is no antidote. You can either become a demon or go to hell. Qianqian, I don't want to be a demon, so I would rather go to hell."

A tear fell with a "pop" sound under Leng Cha's cheek, and the crystal clear teardrops slowly crossed his skin, like the gentlest touch of a lover.

"Qianqian, I didn't expect that my death would make you sad. I am already very satisfied. But, do you still hate me and blame me for everything I have done?"

Murong Qianqian shook her head, "I no longer hate you. Maybe you made me see some things clearly. Maybe I should thank you. At least you really love me."

If she had a choice, Murong Qianqian felt that if she had traveled not to the Xuanying Kingdom, but to the Wuchen Kingdom, or to other places, the ending might have been different.

However, if she really cannot meet Xuanyuan Yao in this life and they have never had each other in their world, can she accept such cruelty?

"Qianqian, thank you." Although he could not get Murong Qianqian's love, Leng Sha thought that he would have no regrets if he could hear her forgiveness and her affirmation of his love.

He raised his hand, wanting to reach out and touch this woman who was crazy in love, but he gave up and just carved her eyebrows and eyes into his heart bit by bit.

With the last attachment, Leng Sha slowly closed his eyes, but the last words left were, "Don't, don't... love him anymore."

This "he" refers to Xuanyuan Yao, Murong Qianqian understood it, and Leng Sha also knew that she would understand it, so after he finished speaking, he breathed his last breath.

Leng Sha always gave people a sunny look. Murong Qianqian didn't want to soil his body, so she buried him layer by layer with the fallen flowers around him.

The man who was once like a sun god and had done so much for her finally passed away in front of her.

Murong Qianqian wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes and sprinkled the last handful of flowers on Leng Cha's elegant face, hoping that he would find his favorite lover in the next life.

"Hiss~"

Suddenly, the hornbill made a heartbreaking sound and flapped its wings like crazy and flew towards the back mountain.

Murong Qianqian didn't know when it happened, but she had never seen the hornbill so crazy before, so she immediately jumped up and chased after it.

As they moved forward, they found that the wind around them was getting stronger and stronger, and from time to time there were corpses lying on the ground, all dressed as disciples of Yunyao Mountain.

Each one of them died tragically, with their faces distorted. They must have suffered great pain before they died.

Murong Qianqian couldn't bear to watch anymore and had to speed up to chase the hornbill.

Rounding a lake, she suddenly saw a hornbill prostrate on the bloody ground, its body twitching uncontrollably, like a woman in red sobbing.

Murong Qianqian took a few steps forward and discovered that what was lying on the bloody ground was actually a horse, and this horse was none other than Xiao Hei.

I could see that Xiao Hei was covered in bruises, with blood gushing out from the wounds, and his eyes were filled with tears as he looked at the hornbill that was licking his wounds.

When he saw Murong Qianqian coming over, Xiao Hei flicked his tail hard, a tear rolled out of the corner of his eye, and he watched her die.

"Hiss~"

The hornbill neighed again, and the sound was so earth-shattering that the entire cliff shook in its neighing sound.

When Xiao Hei's soul left the body, the hornbill used fairy magic to collect its three souls and seven souls, and stored them in the Yin Void, perhaps hoping to wait until there was a chance for it to be reborn.

In the span of a stick of incense, Murong Qianqian saw the deaths of Leng Cha and Xiao Hei with her own eyes. Her heart felt as if she had been stabbed twice in a row, and she felt that the world was getting darker and darker.

Death is not far away, but she never imagined that it would be so close, as if death would grab the throat of the person she wanted to cherish most at any time.

A huge gust of wind arose in the woods, and Murong Qianqian flew towards the place where the dark clouds were rolling in. From a distance, she saw two people fighting in the air.

The situation changed, and the moves became even more varied. Logically speaking, ordinary people wouldn't be able to see the two people spinning rapidly, but Murong Qianqian could inexplicably see them clearly.

I saw that Fei was still wearing a light blue robe, the corners of the clothes were slightly fluttering, and the black hair that stood up randomly was blown to pieces by the wind, but his elegant aura remained intact.

Opposite her was a man in black robes. His silver hair almost dazzled his eyes, and his face was vaguely obscured behind him.

Murong Qianqian only felt that the figure of the man in black was very familiar, and her mind began to quickly capture his shadow, and then the next second, she heard three words: "Xuanyuan Yao~"

Yes, the person who completely changed his appearance in mid-air is none other than Xuanyuan Yao. He is wearing a black robe, his silver hair is flying, his face is as cold as a thousand years of ice, and he is handsome but out of reach.

How is it possible, how is it possible?

Murong Qianqian looked at Xuanyuan Yao in mid-air in disbelief. She didn't understand why he suddenly became like this. Those cold and bloodthirsty eyes had already defeated her.

Yaoyao, what happened to him?

Or, he is not Xuanyuan Yao, but the man in the scroll. Yes, that must be the case. The Xuanyuan Yao she loved could not kill someone without blinking an eye.

However, Murong Qianqian knew that she was deceiving herself. She looked at the river of blood and the corpses scattered everywhere, and she stepped back step by step.

However, Xuanyuan Yao still discovered her. Even though he was far away, he saw her staggering figure for the first time.

When he met Murong Qianqian's panicked eyes, Xuanyuan Yao was distracted for a moment. Her fear of him made a hole in his heart seem to be torn open.

A cold light passed by, and Feiwo took the opportunity to leave a heavy wound on his chest.
Chapter completed!