Balian's tightened fists slowly loosened, and he looked at her again, his clear eyes filled with a layer of gray, and he said, "What are your reasons?"

Her voice came from a distance very patiently, as calm as water: "No, this is because I can't help you. It's just that I was too young and couldn't recognize my sincerity.

As a practitioner, strength is respected, Bailian, you are too weak, you can't even protect yourself, let alone others, so... let's stop here."

The shallow sentence ends here, without any reason.

The morning fog became thicker and lighter, and the beautiful and ethereal figure of the girl could no longer be seen in the mountain fog.

Balian watched as the morning fog dispersed and heavy snow drifted from the sky.

The wind and snow were howling, and Balian's entire world was as pale and powerless as this world in pure snow.

He stepped out and stepped into the river with his long boots that did not contain the fire light magic. His whole body was submerged into the cold river water, and he slowly fell silently.

No struggle, no resistance.

My heart is as gray as death, don't let it be like this.

The wound was immersed in cold water and began to hurt again.

He sank deeper and deeper, his back touching the soft river mud, and his clear vision gradually became dark and blurred due to the cold suffocation.

Until the revolving lantern came up and his life was about to come to an end, his eyes that were slowly closing suddenly opened wide, he spit out the last string of bubbles from his mouth, and the clothes on his chest were suddenly tightened, and he was dragged out of the water.

Su Jing was soaked all over, her trembling hands tightened her collar, her head lowered, her eyes were indescribably cold and stern, and her face was as ugly as ever.

"Who asked you to make your own decisions and seek death!"

Balian tilted his head, his empty eyes gradually regained their brightness, and he murmured: "I want to go down the mountain..."

Su Jing pulled his collar tighter. Seeing his appearance, there seemed to be blurred pain in her dark eyes, and then she gritted her teeth and said, "I won't allow you to go down the mountain!"

Balian repeated stubbornly: "I want to go down the mountain..."

He would not give up until he witnessed the last moment of the wedding.

Su Jing's eyes gradually turned red: "I don't allow it!"

"Hey, isn't this Su Jing and the new junior brother?"

The disciples in the mountains who were practicing in the morning came together with Dao swords on their backs.

The leader is none other than Wen Yu.

He looked at the two people who were soaked with teasing eyes, with a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with cold revenge.

Someone behind saw Su Jing's red and fierce eyes, and felt terrified, and then said: "Senior Brother Wen, it's better not to provoke Su Jing casually. She seems to be in a bad state at the moment. If she is offended, everyone will be afraid.

They all have to suffer."

Of course Wen Yu knew that Su Jing was in something wrong at the moment, but he remembered the adult's instructions.

He sneered in his heart and did not deliberately avoid Su Jing's cold gaze. Instead, he sneered: "Junior brothers, you may not know that our junior sister Su Jing is about to get married."

Balian's eyes moved slightly, and he began to struggle under Su Jing's hand. He waved away the hand on his collar and ran down the mountain.

"What? Su Jing is getting married? Brother Wen, please stop joking. She is a lunatic who bites anyone she catches. Who dares to marry her?"

"Senior Brother Wen, could you please stop saying such horrible things so early in the morning? With Su Jing's skinny appearance, she doesn't even look like a woman at all. How can anyone like her?"

Wen Yu looked at Bai Lian's back mockingly, pointed at him with his chin and said, "Why not? Didn't that kid enter my mountain gate through the back door? In this world, there is no such thing as pie in the sky."

Immediately, some female disciples exclaimed and covered their lips, but their eyes looked at Balian with excitement and playfulness, and laughed: "I see, it's no wonder that the sect master dotes on that kid and treats him like a nephew. It turns out that's not the case.

Treat him not as a nephew, but as a son-in-law."

The word "brother-in-law" is very clear and serious, and its vicious intentions cannot be said to be unimportant.

"Hahaha, junior sister is right. It is this boy's luck to be favored by Su Jing!"

Low sarcasm, ridicule, and mocking voices sounded from behind.

Su Jing couldn't hear a word, and she didn't want to hear it either.

Balian stumbled and insisted on running down the mountain, but Su Jing refused to let him go. She chased after Balian and dragged Balian up the mountain.

The crowd immediately booed and laughed: "The ugly daughter-in-law caught the husband who escaped from marriage, the ugly daughter-in-law caught the husband who escaped from marriage..."

Bailian's strength was far inferior to that of Su Jing. At this moment, Su Jing was forced up and dragged him all the way to the snow cliff at the top of the mountain.

His clothes were torn, the bandages were scattered, the wounds that had not yet healed were torn, and blood was dragged all the way.

In the pure white snow, it is extremely bloody and poignant.

"Bang!!!"

Balian was thrown heavily on the edge of the snow cliff. His fair and handsome face was covered with mud, and his skin was scratched by the rough rocks, and there were crystal beads of blood in the depths.

He was lying on the snow. Not far away from the steep mountain was the bottomless abyss. He could vaguely hear the rushing water in the abyss, the roaring waves, and frantically beating against the rocks.

Balian raised his face slightly in the direction of the abyss, and the biting cliff wind hit his face, which made his impetuous heart calm down a bit.

"Ajing, you've passed." A soft and ethereal female voice sounded along the mountain wind, and Li Bansheng came whirling over, looking as elegant as ever.

Her eyes were always as gentle as water, looking at Balian on the ground with a hint of apology and pity, and reaching out to help him with concern.

Balian did not hold the soft and white palm. He got up from the ground, gathered his clothes, and watched the palm silently take a few steps back.

Wow…

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