Qingge's eyes narrowed slightly, and her whole body, limbs and bones were covered with a coldness as cold as snow.
These days, she deliberately did not think about those things, thinking that the sky would clear up.
Every night was filled with nightmares, and her heart seemed to have a gaping hole. She knew that something must have happened.
But she never thought that Xiao Yueyue, who was extremely elegant, unrestrained and uninhibited, and sometimes sinister, arrogant and cute, would die.
It's hard to imagine this day coming.
Xi Ziyan originally thought that Qing Ge would be broken down and despairing, unable to control his emotions. After all, he had witnessed their relationship for many years.
He deeply understands how important they are to each other.
Indispensable.
However, the song is very calm, just like a lake with no ripples under the dark night. Under the calm surface of the lake, there are hidden turbulent waves.
Xi Ziyan walked towards Qingge, put his hand on Qingge, and comforted him in a low voice: "The matter has come to an end. I'm sorry."
"How did you die?" Qingge asked lightly, her tone calm, as if she had not heard the shocking news.
"When the demon veins and demon bones were removed and the divine bones were cast, I didn't make it through."
Very plain words.
Qingge closed her eyes but could see the bloody scene.
Her little Yueyue, in order to get closer to her, would not hesitate to pull out the thorns on her body, even with her bones and flesh.
In the end, no one was even there.
What Qingge doesn't understand is that since there is bone marrow smoke between her and Ji Yue, if something happens to Ji Yue, why is she still safe?
Could it be because of the divine bones?
"Are there no ashes?" Qingge asked.
"Buried in Luanfeng Nanshan."
That is a place in the Nine Realms.
"take me."
"..."
Jiujie, Luanfeng Nanshan, after the drizzle, the air under the mountains exudes the fresh earthy fragrance.
A new grave stood.
Qingge stood in front of the grave, with her back straight and her eyes becoming more and more hollow after the coldness.
Her mind went blank, a feeling of suffocation filled her heart and lungs, and she was completely unable to think.
Until now, she was still in a daze and found it difficult to accept this fact.
"Qingge..." Xi Ziyan murmured.
"Let me be quiet." Qingge sat cross-legged in front of the monument, raised her hand, and rubbed the word "Ji Yue" with her fingertips that penetrated the surface of the monument.
"good."
Xizi hesitated and hesitated, then lowered his raised hand, and finally turned around and left.
Don't comfort people who are in sorrow.
She knows the meaning of mourning and resignation better than anyone else, and she suffers more than anyone else.
Qing Ge leaned her head against the cold stone tablet, as if that was her doting husband.
She held the stone tablet slightly with both hands, and looked forward with clear eyes, as if looking through the vague and nonexistent wind to the longer past.
"Xiao Yueyue, I'm cold."
"I hurt."
"I lost weight."
"I saw my father, and he was taller and taller than I imagined. I also saw my mother, and she was so miserable and miserable that I even had the luxury of hugging her."
"Xiao Yueyue, do you miss me?"
"You won't leave me alone, will you?"
"say something."
She lowered her head and murmured to herself, receiving no response except the whining of the wind and the rustling of the leaves.
She is not stronger than anyone else, but she is more able to endure hardships and endure hardships than anyone else when faced with hardships.
She wanted to cry, but why? Her eyes were so dry that even a drop of tears became a luxury.
My throat is sore and my heart has already become numb.
got used to.
I have long been accustomed to facing the sufferings given by God.
Only accept it.
She sat like this for a long time.
From day to night, from night to day.
She was like a cold corpse, with no body temperature, and could not move despite being blown by the wind.
Even breathing is very light.
Her lowered eyes, thick black eyelashes cast a thick shadow under her eyelids.
In the dark, Jiu Ci looked at Qing Ge from a distance, not daring to come closer. His eyes were full of heartache, and even his breathing was cautious.
Jiu Ci is afraid of this day.
These days, he hides in the Nine Realms and doesn't care about worldly affairs, living his own small life. Only in this way can he not think about it, thinking that he can escape.
Jiu Ci frowned.
Why don't you cry?
This kind of emptying and numbness makes people feel sad.
It seems that the soul has followed Ji Yue to the west to obtain scriptures.
The drizzle was falling lightly, and Jiu Ci was about to take off his cloak and walk towards Qing Ge.
Suddenly, a shrill wail made him freeze on the spot.
ah……
The woman who had been silent for two whole days suddenly raised her head, her pale face facing the rain.
Gradually, strong winds and rain came pouring down.
Like swords, they violently slapped her body.
She suddenly looked hard, and the stone tablet in front of her was crushed into powder by the powerful spiritual power in the thunder nest. With a loud bang, the stone tablet shattered.
She knelt on the ground and crawled forward.
His hands kept pulling at the haystacks.
The new grave, which had been washed by the rain, was easy to dig.
The water-stained soil was all over his body and he seemed not to notice it. Under him were piles of dug-out soil piled up on both sides.
Finally, Qingge saw a coffin in the wet mud.
A very exquisitely crafted coffin.
She frowned, opened her mouth, and wanted to speak, but suddenly her throat hurt so much that she couldn't speak.
She took out the Mingwang sword and chopped open the coffin with one blow.
The museum was empty, there was nothing.
Qingge was stunned, and immediately threw away the Mingwang sword and dug the soil with both hands.
"Where are the people, where are the people, where are they?"
She panicked.
She dug three feet of soil into the new grave, and then started digging the ground beside it.
The nails on both hands were folded and the fingers were bloody and bloody.
She shouted in a stern voice until her voice was completely hoarse.
Qingge's shoulders trembled, her head lowered, her wet silver hair sticking to both sides of her face.
She knelt down, pressed the side of her face against the new mud, and closed her eyes. Her eyelashes, which were as black as thick ink, were covered with crystal water drops. In an instant, they were washed away by the rain and replaced by new water drops.
Just like that, she fell into a deep sleep without any consciousness.
She could survive all the difficulties. But it was Ji Yue's death that made her panic for a moment.
It's like, I can't find the meaning of living anymore.
Jiu Ci finally stepped out, wrapped in Qing Ge's cloak, and hugged Qing Ge.
"Mother...father..." Jiuci murmured in a low voice.
My mother lived a very miserable life?
He has never known anything about them, and he doesn't even know who they are, just because they are even stranger to him than his sister.
He looked down at Qing Ge's pale face, his brows lowered and his lips pressed tightly together.
If before this, he only had a vague concept of his sister. At this moment, he finally understood what a brother was.
Brother is like father, like heaven, like sword.
His movements became more gentle.
He wanted to protect the woman in his arms, kill demons for her, and stand upright for her.
"Qingge, hello, I'm brother."
Jiu Ci stood in the pouring rain and suddenly raised his head and smiled wickedly and gently.
Like a homeless prince who cannot conceal the splendor derived from his bones.