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748. Chapter 748 The End of the World: My Heart Is Ashamed

The peach blossoms fall and pieces fly; the glass shatters and the heart turns to ashes.

The rain of flowers in the sky, the torn sadness, followed by the ruthless wind, did not stain the bright mirror. The crystal-like heart shattered all over the ground, making heaven and earth mourn together.

He left her after all. Even though she tried her best, she still couldn't save his life. She watched helplessly as his warmth drained away from her arms. She thought she was heartbroken. She thought she

Will burst into tears.

But at the moment of separation, she had nothing. Her heart had already gone with him. How could an unintentional person understand the feeling of pain? Why was the sky so dark, as dark as her world, with not a single ray visible?

Light, she doesn't want to struggle, she doesn't want to struggle, she just wants to sink like this. Is it the deepest abyss of darkness? He will still stand in front of a mandala flower with his hands behind his hands and smile, waiting for her quietly?

Then he saw her and said to her tenderly: "Min'er, I finally waited for you?"

Ah Rong, Ah Rong, are you waiting for me? I'm here, the bustling world is so busy, how can I compare with being with you? The eighteenth level of hell, without me to match, how can you brush away the coldness and loneliness of purgatory? Ah Rong,

Without you, how can I still have the strength to live...

"Bai Wei, shall we call Miss?" Bai Qian in the distance looked at Mu Jieyu's sad back through the peach branches, her face covered with tears that couldn't be wiped away, "The wind has picked up, Miss is wearing thin clothes.

, Your Majesty... Your Majesty, he has already gone..."

When she said the last sentence, her voice was hoarse and unclear, and tears rolled down her face. She could only raise her hand and bite her wrist tightly to prevent herself from making a sound, not wanting to disturb Mu Jieyu.

Bai Wei, who had always been calm and forbearing, also had two lines of tears on her face. She took a deep breath and tried hard to make her voice sound smooth: "I'll go..."

They are all martial arts practitioners and can feel the breath within their sight, so they know that Xuanyuan Zhirong has been breathless for more than an hour, and their young lady has also been sitting there from sunset to nightfall.

"Little..." Bai Wei walked to Mu Jieyu's side and squatted down slowly. She was about to comfort her softly, but when she looked up and saw Mu Jieyu, she was shocked and she reached out to hold Mu Jieyu's head.

With both shoulders, he shouted anxiously into the distance: "Bai Qian, Bai Su, come here quickly!"

In the blink of an eye, two figures, one behind the other, fell in front of Bai Wei. When they saw Mu Jieyu at the same time, they couldn't help but turn pale.

She just hugged Xuanyuan Zhirong tightly, with no expression on her face, and her bloodshot eyes were dull and lifeless. Two lines of bright red blood tears fell from the corners of her eyes, drawing two graceful arcs on her beautiful face.

, condensed on the chin, falling drop by drop, and two charming snowflakes bloomed on Xuanyuan Zhirong's snow-white clothes.

"Knock the lady unconscious." Bai Su tried his best but failed to snatch Xuanyuan Zhirong's body from Mu Jieyu's hands, who seemed to have lost his soul. Bai Wei was very anxious when she saw this.

Hearing this, Bai Su raised his hand without hesitation and struck Mu Jieyu on the back of the neck with his knife. Mu Jieyu closed his eyes and fainted in Bai Wei's arms, but Bai Wei did not expect that even if Mu Jieyu fainted

, her hands were tightly clasping Xuanyuan Zhirong, as if they were growing on Xuanyuan Zhirong's body, and she couldn't pull them away no matter what.

Bai Wei didn't care about this and looked worriedly at Bai Qian who took Mu Jieyu's pulse: "How is the young lady?"

Bai Zian was completely stunned. She fell weakly to the ground and shook her head with tears in despair: "There is no greater sorrow than the death of one's heart..."


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