This is a vow that only belongs to two people. Outsiders will not know. Is it her, the memory of being Qinghui?
Realizing that she had said something she shouldn't have said, Bai Huangyi's complexion quickly faded to deathly gray. The so-called past life that she had been trying so hard to resist had inadvertently gained the upper hand. Just one sentence made his expression change drastically and he was ecstatic.
He is the only one who can listen to what Qing Hui says, right?
"You promised Yuan Ding III, if you die here, who will I rely on for the rest of my life?" She did not deliberately imitate anyone's tone, but just lowered her head, and her voice, which had never been so gentle, sounded more like his thoughts.
The person I dream about
And he really believed it
"Qinghui..."
Cinsha took off the short knife in her hand and threw it aside. Her index finger curled and lingered on her cheek, which was as thin as gelatin. She tilted her head slightly to meet the gentle caress. This action could not be learned by others.
Bai Huangyi's biggest asset is that she has too many memories belonging to Qinghui. She can deceive him at any time without leaving any trace. However, nothing in the world comes for free. When she uses Qinghui's memory to get the results she needs,
In exchange, she had to become the woman she was jealous of all the time
"Yellow springs and blue falls, life and death together, if you still remember"
"...I remember" the solid embrace fell silently like snow. In an instant, the noise disappeared, and all the chaos in the world turned into ashes, as if this quietness and silence had flowed from eternity.
He asked Bai Huangyi to leave first because Qinghui hadn't fully recovered yet, and he couldn't let her get hurt under any circumstances before seeing the one she loved again. Now that she's back, the vows she couldn't fulfill in her previous life have another chance to come true.
What does it matter whether the individual is alive or dead? Anyway, there is no place in the world that can accommodate the two of them.
Most of the waving stumps have crawled out of the soil, and many rotting corpses are stink-smelling and moving towards this side, with blood-curdling screams coming from their mouths.
"If you can't survive tonight, you must wait for me to accompany you in the Hall of Hell and the stage of death. I still owe you to stay together for the rest of my life. Don't forget it."
The ancient black iron sword roared loudly, and the silver sword light tore through the thick blood mist. In the night filled with the breath of death, a terrifying fight began.
The living people of Yelan Kingdom wielded sharp swords at their immortal compatriots. The ghost spirits swallowed by resentment also scratched and bit with their broken bodies that could not appear in the sun. They forgot how many of them were their own brothers and sisters in the beginning.
Countless soldiers couldn't bear to do it, they were torn apart alive and eaten, but they became numb after killing - even gods can kill in order to survive, let alone the living dead who have lost their emotions?
The person who caused such a tragedy has sinned deeply. He also knows how absurd and foolish it is for one person to overthrow a city. However, he can't control so much. Whatever happens to the foolish king, the tyrant, the resentment of the people, and the punishment of God, he will be entangled by resentful spirits in this life.
So what until death? Compared with her call, look and smile, no one or thing is of any importance.
When the first ray of morning light spits out its warmth, the three inches of bloody sand on the ground had already become redder than the color of the morning sun. The bones scattered all over the ground were all the survivors looked dejected. I am afraid they will be immersed in unspeakable horror for the rest of their lives.
This night was dyed with blood and tears
The ghosts were afraid of light, so even though they were unwilling to do so, they could only whisper and return to the ground, leaving only the remnants of the soldiers whose numbers had been reduced sharply, standing there fearlessly.
The warm sunlight penetrated the mist, leaving a thin and long shadow behind the blood-soaked figure standing tall between heaven and earth. The face was like a evil spirit, the sword said that the one who came was inanimate, and his left hand was always gentle.
He held the other hand tightly, which was cold but tried to return the warmth.