Yu Suying seemed to have never heard: "I beg you again, please remember the relationship between you and Linglong for more than 8,000 years. Even if she is no longer able to protect the four seas and five continents, don't abandon her in this world so easily.
Lu Tian Tower, she has no other place to go."
"Yu Suying! What are you talking about? If I don't kill you, how dare you die!" He finally got angry, "You have only begged me three times in your life, and each time it was for the sake of others. Ling Duankong, Feng Duankong
Linglong, what do they have to do with you? The person who grew up with you in Qiankun Palace is me! It’s me!”
It was said that they were a match made in heaven, but why in the end, her eyes were always for others and never for him?
"Senior brother," she looked at him quietly, her tone as calm as a trace, "If I had a choice, I would rather never leave Qiankun Palace for the rest of my life so that I wouldn't be sad, let alone die in despair. I would know that it was Master who lied to me.
It turns out that not a single inch of this world belongs to me after all.”
"Junior sister!"
Suddenly a thick barrier was erected in front of him and her, and all the Qinglong's ten thousand years of cultivation were transferred into the unconscious Suzaku's body. He could clearly see every painful expression on her face, but
Nothing can be done after all
"Suying!"
If time could go back, why wouldn't he regret it? If he hadn't left the Qiankun Palace with her, if he hadn't been shaken by the River God's deal, if he had never left her behind...
While I was thinking carefully, I suddenly saw a group of white shadows rushing in through the incision of the barrier. As soon as the white shadow entered, the incision closed quickly.
Who is this person? Is it the person who will kill her as Su Ying predicted?
When Bai Ying finally stood still in the barrier and faced the weak morpheme shadow, Jun Shitian finally saw him clearly.
White Tiger! Ling Duankong!
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The sword blade at the bottom of the Angelica River had already drawn blood from Bu Nanxiao's neck. He looked at Yin Haoyue who was holding the knife on his neck, and asked again: "Why do you want to kill me?"
"For cultivation." Jiaoyue's answer was also light, as if it was a matter of course, and there was nothing wrong with it.
Bu Nanxiao smiled bitterly: "You won't hesitate to kill me?"