In Qingge's dream, she walked alone on the Naihe Bridge. Under the bridge was the scarlet Forgetful River water flowing slowly, making light sounds.

Her relatives and comrades-in-arms all fell into the Forget River and struggled in the blood-red river.

Qingge could not control her body. She was like a bystander, and her soul lived in her body.

She was like a puppet, very mechanical, walking forward numbly, as if she couldn't hear the call of her relatives.

In front of Naihe Bridge, the entrance to the Jiuyou Underworld.

There was a light between the two doors, deeply attracting her to walk forward.

Qingge walked like this, go...

Go to the Nine Netherworlds and toward reincarnation.

Forgot your loved ones, forget the pain, and forget happiness.

"Gonger..." A gentle voice sounded, like the hometown in a dream, and was the gentle and kindness she had long thoughts and wished for.

The voice stopped her from moving forward.

Qingge stopped and looked back, but saw Yan Bitong jumping down from the bridge with a smile.

The scarlet and blood-red river water flooded Yan Bitong's smiling face.

Qingge's heart began to tremble, and the trembling amplitude became bigger and bigger. Her limbs gradually became cold and as cold as snow.

She was hysterical and rushed forward desperately. The strong wind was so fierce that her eyes were red.

With a plop, she jumped into the river.

Holy Land of Younan.

In the tent, the mountains were dark in the early morning. Qingge on the bamboo bed slowly opened her eyes. Looking at the dimness in front of her, she felt a moment of confusion and helplessness.

The next moment, Qingge stumbled down from the bamboo bed in a panic, walked out of the tent, ran all the way, pursued all the way, and went crazy all the way.

mother……

Mother...

Qingge hurriedly went to search.

But no matter how she searched for it, Yan Bitong seemed to be evaporating from the world.

Crash.

Qingge stepped into the river with his feet and walked towards the depths.

She was in a mess, she was in a downturn, she struggled.

She stood in the middle of the river, and the rippling water reflected her lonely and bleak figure, so... it was heartbreaking.

Qingge raised her head and let out a beast-like roar and a wild ghost-like wail. She covered her face with her hands and used her spiritual power to force her eyes, so that she would not let sour tears flow out of her eyes.

Her fragile and thin body shivered in the river.

At this moment, she is no longer the arrogant and respectful king, she is no longer a cultivator who pursues the true meaning of strength, nor is she the woman who shouts that the world has a lively eyes.

She sobbed and felt sad, and only wished to return to that...warm embrace.

emptiness!

emptiness!

ah--

All the calmness and calmness disappeared, and I was willing to turn into a demon and let out sharp and harsh shouts towards the world.

The injustice of fate, the mercy of heaven, and the ruthlessness of the world.

Qingge closed her eyes, her legs were soft, and she slowly immersed in the river.

The cold river water disappeared beyond her legs, waist, neck and the sad and beautiful pale face.

"Qingge..."

When Liu Yan'er saw this scene by the river, she shouted in panic and then stepped onto the water.

She stepped on the river and walked forward, hugging Qingge.

"It's okay, it's okay..." Liu Yan'er felt very distressed.

Only she knew Qingge was covered with steel and iron bones, and was inseparable from swords and guns.

How cruel and heartbreaking it is to make her so helpless.

Qingge buried her face in Liu Yan'er's neck, grinning, two lines of tears kept falling, and her eyes were filled with desolation.

"Master Liu, Master Liu..." She whispered: "I'm gone, nothing, I'm so useless, I'm a complete waste!"

Qingge's shoulders kept shaking, tears were falling like rain, and his face was filled with tears.

She straightened up, tilted her head, and her wet hair drooped on her cheeks and neck.

Singing and laughing like the remaining flowers in the wind, and the dawn above my head.

"The child is gone, the husband is gone, and even the mother is gone."

She has nothing.

She worked hard and worked hard for three years, so that all this moment was empty?

She has a grave in her heart, burying herself.

She has long been dead, the evil ghost wandering around the world, and is obviously just a wisp of residual soul, so why bother to have that warmth of friendship?

Qingge smiled, lost intently.

The light in her eyes was completely dim.

How to live in this life?

How to break the road ahead?

She only has that grave left, but it's still the destination.

Qingge struggled away powerlessly, walking forward like a walking corpse, looking for the depths of the river.

Liu Yan'er immediately chased after him and hugged Qingge from behind, "But they are still alive, and are still working hard to live, looking forward to the day they will be together. If you lose hope, what should they do? You are not nothing, you have a group of heartfelt followers, you have relatives, children, and husbands. They all love you deeply, but God is jealous of your goodness, and the world envys your warmth, which makes you so hard."

Qingge's body stiffened, and the reason burned by the flames seemed to gradually return to his mind.

"Even if the road ahead is not easy, I will accompany you. I will watch you reach the top, watch you get married and start a career, see your children and grandchildren, see you, and be proud of this world." Liu Yan'er carefully soothed. Seeing Qingge's mood stable, she helped Qingge walk out of the river.

Liu Yan'er breathed a sigh of relief.

She had never seen such a song.

Never...

On the riverside, in the quiet darkness, Baili Qingfeng was wearing a long black white robe, looking at Qingge and the others from afar.

His eyes were slightly shining.

It turns out that no matter how strong a woman is, she is still a woman.

Ye Qingge was punished by the Lord of God, with a expressionless face and a cold heart, as if he didn't feel any pain.

It turns out that she will hurt.

She really hurts.

Baili Qingfeng pursed her lips tightly—

Qingge returned to the tent, took a shower, and changed into new clothes.

"Child..." Feng Qi's voice appeared in Qingge's mind.

"Um?"

"You still have a queen." You don't have nothing.

Feng Qi finished speaking and disappeared completely.

In the realm of nothingness, Suzaku hung his hands around his chest in the air, humming, "Women are troublesome, and crying is really troublesome."

Xuanwu agreed very much and nodded.

The Snake King remained silent.

It was the killing blood wolf that quietly left this realm of nothingness.

The little wolf covered in red hair crawled at Qingge's feet, and his silent company was better than everything.

The killing blood wolf deliberately turned into a miniature shape, like a baby's size.

Qingge looked down and picked up the little wolf.

The little wolf patted her shoulder with his claws.

The fire bird also walked out and stood on Qingge's shoulders, saying, "A real warrior has the courage to face all sufferings and tortures. If the heavenly responsibilities are given, he must first suffer his mind and mind, toil and to hunger his body. It is said that the chosen people are lucky, but they do not know the suffering behind good luck. Boss, you can survive. Although I am still a little bird, I will always be with you, accompany you to fight in all directions, and accompany you... to rule the world!"
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