That year, my sister before her death was even gentler than the moonlight at night.

"Xiaoyue, keep walking, don't look back."

"What a pity, my sister can't grow up with us Xiaoyue."

"Don't look back, don't go back..."

“…”

Yan Hongyuan's countless pores were spilling out of bright red blood, staining a lot on Chu Yue's armor and cloak.

Chu Yue held her hands tightly and couldn't help but tremble, so sad that her wings curled up.

Tears filled the red eyes.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn't speak a word with all her strength.

"Xiaoyue, don't cry."

Yan Hongyuan raised her bloody hand and gently wiped away the tears from the woman's eyes, but she didn't know that she was already crying.

Although the broken soul was still in the martial body, it lost its degree of integration with her entire person and had long been stripped from her soul, rushing around in pain in the martial body.

Now her reaction is all about her physical instinct.

Or, the seeds buried deep in my heart for a long time only took root and sprouted now.

"I've had a dream."

When he spoke, blood overflowed from Yan Hongyuan's lips and teeth.

She didn't know anything.

"In the dream, there is a strange world."

"In that world, I picked up a girl and said, you will be my sister from now on."

"Later, the peace in the dream was broken by a group of street teenagers."

"From that time, I never dreamed of her again."

During the period of Shen Xuan, as the leader of the Thirty-Six Evil Sharks, she played an important role.

She had long wished to use the sword to the world, and wanted to reach the martial arts top where millions of people competed for their heads, and overlook the world from the mountains.

I don’t know which day she would have strange dreams every night. The day after waking up, she seemed to have never rested and was very tired.

On the last night, the rain in the alleys was everywhere. The group of teenagers tore her body apart and tortured her to death. The dreams were filled with the cruel and arrogant laughter of the teenagers, which was touched by disgusting skin.

It was obviously just a dream, but when she woke up, she felt heart-wrenching pain.

Only when she sat in front of the mirror did she realize that two lines of blood and tears flowed out of her dream.

She laughed at herself astrayed and sad for the spring and autumn, and was sentimental, not like a disciple of the underworld.

But her heart was a little empty, and there was always a helpless little figure floating in her mind.

She even took the Sun Pill to force herself to sleep, but she never dreamed of that world or that person again.

She was out of control and kept taking the Sun Shen Pill, but it was all in vain.

She didn't know what she was doing, she just wanted to go and take a look, and see how her sister in her dream was doing.

But no matter how many methods were used or how many Anshen Pills were taken, even if the Anshen Pills were taken too much, it would cause cracks to cause torture every night, and it would be difficult for her to see Xiaoyue again.

Gradually, she gave up, but occasionally she felt melancholy and thought about the person in her dream.

She just felt crazy.

I heard that Xia Shan, a disciple of Xuan Ji from Shenxuan Academy, has extraordinary abilities and can cure the disciples of the same yard who are crazy about nightmare.

She was like a loser and wanted to take care of her death, so she went to find the disciple of Xiashan.

Xia Shan seemed to have known she would come, dispersing others and waiting alone for a long time.

She told the dream about it.

Not only did Xia Shan not treat her as a madman, but he also said with his fingers like a Taoist priest in the world who cheated him: "Senior Sister Yan, my junior brother's ancestors have the career of fortune-telling, and my senior sister's fate is incompatible with Shenxuan. Maybe she will find another way in the future."

"Where is the Ming Road?"

"Tianfu branch, Jixia Academy."

"Is it related to what I dreamed of?"

"The flowers in the mirror, the moon in the water are far away in the sky, and are close to you. Senior Sister Yan is a transparent person. If you break the rules of the world and look at it, you will find that the flowers in the mirror are flowers, and the moon in the water is the moon. Why are the people in the dream not human?"

"If you break the rules and see, you may dream again?"

"It's hard to dream again, goodbye or a matter of time. Senior Sister Yan, time and the world are in the same cycle, where will we meet in the world?"

"I understand, Junior Brother Xiashan, thank you."

Yan Hongyuan woke up.

If she really couldn't let go, she would regard the so-called dream as her own unique memory.

The sister she couldn't find is the real person she truly loved.

But I can't go back.

Just as she was about to leave, Xia Shan suddenly said, "It just so happened that Xia had just obtained the birth date of his bad disciple, Junior Sister Ye, and he made a fortune. It was a fate with you. Junior Sister Ye's future is also related to Jixia Academy. However, Senior Sister, you are a guest of honor at Jixia Academy, and her fate will die in Jixia Academy."

Yan Hongyuan paused and left, not taking this sentence to heart.

Then later.

She tried every day, practiced wildly, and tried to numb herself.

Until that day, she saw her former bad disciples reappearing and teasing the priest of Shenxuan Mu Sheng.

That night, after a long time, she dreamed of returning to another world again.

This time my dream was at the time when I first met my sister, and it was particularly clear.

In the dream, she asked, "What's your name?"

"Chu Yue, Ye Chu Yue."

"Will I call you Xiaoyue in the future?"

"good."

When Yan Hongyuan woke up, she lifted the quilt and went to find this junior sister who had returned to Shenxuan Academy.

It was just that night that Li Liancheng appeared beside her and said that she had a crush on her talent and was willing to accept her into Jixia Academy and give her some time to consider it.

After Li Liancheng left, Yan Hongyuan blew the cold wind under the Hanyue Peak where Ye Chuyue and Yun Li lived for a whole night. The dewdrops from standing on the branches fell on the ends of her hair without notice.

Yan Hongyuan raised her hand and touched her broken ears, looked at Han Yuefeng, which was towering into the clouds and smiled.

She can also see that the famous junior sister practices sword skills on the peak recently.

There is no doubt.

The junior sister is a genius.

"Xiaoyue, it's so good."

In the morning light, Yan Hongyuan smiled and shed tears.

It's great to be able to see Xiaoyue and meet again.

Her dream came true.

It is both incredible and wonderful.

...

"Xiaoyue..."

Yan Hongyuan's consciousness was free and his soul was shattered into scum.

The blood overflowed, dripping into the wind, like a bright red fog.

She raised her hand with difficulty, and used her strength to write the word "ye" in the center of Chu Yue's hairband between her forehead.

Then, he slowly lowered his hand.

She smiled as gentle as the chaotic alleys that year.

"Go ahead, don't look back."

She said tremblingly.

The martial arts road is far away, and my Xiaoyue is going to Jiuchongxiao.

Don't look back at the senior sister, look at the blood of the past.

Yan Hongyuan's eyelashes gradually closed, but the curve of the corners of her lips became more gentle.

Chu Yue shook her head, tears burst out from her eyes.

It was as painful as a steel knife stabbing her internal organs.

"Don't, look back."

The senior sister in her arms was bleeding while talking.

No...no...

Chu Yue hugged her tightly, and the pain was so painful that it was difficult to speak and spoke again.

"elder sister!"
Chapter completed!