Bi Xishuang smiled faintly and wiped away Wuyu's tears. However, the more she wiped away, the more tears fell, endlessly and endlessly.
Bi Xishuang took the trouble to wipe away his tears.
She turned her head and looked at the sky. The sky gradually turned gray, and the bright moon showed a corner, hanging like a disk among the stars, emitting a bright brilliance.
Bi Xishuang said: "Master, look, the moon is out."
Her voice was very soft, very light, without even any ups and downs.
Bi Xishuang's eyes were filled with confusion, and the bright moon in the sky was reflected in her deep pupils.
Wu Yu's face was pale, and his white hair was hanging down on his shoulders. The wounds on his shoulders were stained with some red. He followed Bi Xishuang's gaze and looked over, his gray eyes yearning for the pure bright moon.
Time seemed to go back. Many years ago, on the same night, a little girl as delicate as a porcelain doll pulled his sleeve, pointed to the sky, and said: "Master, look, the moon is out."
People and things have changed, times have changed.
Wu Yu felt a stabbing pain in his heart, as if a big truck was running over him. His chest was tight and he was short of breath, making him breathless.
"Xishuang, have you ever complained about Master?" Wu Yu asked.
Bi Xi raised the corners of her lips and smiled slightly: "What do you think? You killed my husband, killed my children, and ruined my life. Do you think I blame you?"
Come to think of it, it's because of resentment.
Wu Yu smiled bitterly, he knew what he was asking, but he was also happy that Bi Xishuang made up a lie to deceive him.
"I'm so jealous of Li Fugui." He was so jealous that he went crazy.
Wu Yu has been in pain. If, if he could have struggled out of the shackles of the world earlier, had more courage and not been so cowardly, things would not have developed to the point where they are today. However, isn't he the initiator?
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If it weren't for him, how could Bi Xishuang go to Nanming and suffer such humiliation, and be tortured to the point of death?
Wu Yu's right hand had covered the wound before, so it was covered in shocking blood.
His body was soft and weak, lying on the ground, he raised his hand tremblingly and touched Bi Xishuang's face, as if he had exhausted his whole life.
"Xishuang, Master has to leave." Wu Yu's voice was breathy and extremely hoarse.
"I know."
Bixi's eyebrows contained a faint smile.
At the same time, she pulled out the dagger and pierced Wuyu's heart. Blood overflowed along the dagger, blooming as a flower of blood.
Wu Yu's raised hand froze in mid-air, shook, and finally fell to the ground. A lot of blood spurted out of Wu Yu's mouth, covering his chin.
His body was a little stiff.
Bi Xishuang's hand was still holding the handle of the dagger. She said calmly: "I will give this knife to you for Li Lang."
After saying that, Bi Xi pulled out her knives, and blood spattered on Bi Xi's face. The blood on her face slid down along the outline, and the red color was so enchanting.
Bi Xishuang's expression was indifferent, her eyes were lowered, and there were blood beads on her thick eyelashes.
Bixi clenched the dagger tightly and inserted it into Wuyu's body. Wuyu convulsed a few times. He was in great pain, his face was a little distorted, and there was thick blood between his lips and teeth.
Bi Xishuang said: "I will give this knife to you for Qing'er."
Bi Xishuang stood up and turned around. The hem of her clothes touched Wu Yu's face. Bi Xi's body was long and tall, with her back to Wu Yu.
Wu Yu raised his hand with difficulty, trying to grab the hem of the clothes, but his hands were weak and he could only watch as the hem slipped through his fingers.
"Great Elder, have a good journey."
Bi Xishuang's voice was clear and clear, and her eyes were as cold as ice.
Bi Xishuang walked forward, and the sound of footsteps sounded in Wu Yu's ears.
Wuyu's eyelids were extremely heavy, and looking at the bright moon, it was really unbelievably beautiful.
Wuyu slowly closed his eyes.
In fact, Bi Xishuang should give him another blow, that's what he owed Bi Xishuang.
He was the only one who knew that he was afraid of death. Underneath his lofty ideals, he had a cowardly heart. Especially after his Dantian was struck by lightning, Wuyu became even more greedy for life.
At this moment, he actually felt relieved.
In this life, he owes nothing to anyone except Bi Xishuang.
He even killed her child.
Perhaps dying in the hands of the one you love is also a kind of happiness.
Bi Xishuang walked to Qing Ge and stopped.
"Qingge, I'm tired." Bi Xishuang looked tired.
She sang quietly and smiled lightly, twirling the corners of her clothes and wiping away the blood on Bi Xishuang's face.
"It's okay, everything is over." He sang softly.
Bi Xishuang turned around and looked at Wu Yu again.
Wu Yu lay on the ground with his eyes closed, his body gradually becoming cold and stiff.
A dark dagger was inserted into his body.
A head full of fluffy white hair was scattered on the ground, and the fluid from the wound gathered into a pool of blood on the ground.
Footsteps sounded, and everyone looked over and saw a man in Tsing Yi standing at the entrance. They looked at Wu Yu and then at Bi Xishuang.
Qing Ge glanced sideways, it was Ji Qingfeng, who was Bi Xishuang's admirer and Wu Yu's son.
Ji Qingfeng knelt down weakly, moved his legs to get closer to Wu Yu, and stopped next to Wu Yu.
He took Wu Yu's hand and put it against his face, it was so cold.
"Dad..." Ji Qingfeng said tremblingly.
He thought that there was no deep affection between father and son between himself and Wu Yu, and he had even been complaining about Wu Yu. Until now, when he saw Wu Yu turned into a corpse, he felt sad and in great pain.
Wu Yu never woke up again.
Ji Qingfeng smiled bitterly.
It was like this every time. In Wu Yu's eyes, he had never been his son. Even when he was dying, he could not remember him.
Ji Qingfeng helped Wu Yu up and walked down the mountain carrying Wu Yu's body.
"Qingfeng." Bi Xishuang called out to him.
Ji Qingfeng stopped and looked back at Bi Xishuang, "He deserves to be killed. At least, leave his whole body."
Bixi pursed her lips and remained silent.
Ji Qingfeng carried Wu Yu's body through the thorn bushes and down the mountain.
The night was cold and windy, and even the air was moist because of a tsunami.
Bi Xishuang let out a breath.
"Finally dead." Bixi said.
"Yeah, dead."
Qing Ge clasped his hands behind his back and looked into the distance, only to see a faint shadow of a young man carrying his father's body away from the battlefield.
There are no absolutes in the world.
Death is like a lamp going out. No matter how much resentment you have, it will all be dissipated in the wind.
The soul boy sat on the ground with his legs crossed and his face in his hands.
The soul boy blinked.
"One is dead, but one is still missing." The soul boy narrowed his eyes and smiled strangely, turning his head to look at An Suyou.
An Suyou frowned. He looked at the sky and murmured to himself: "It's so late..." Why hasn't that person come yet?
At the same time, from a mountain range not far from Jialan, a black shadow swept towards Jialan at an extremely fast speed. The man was wearing a cloak. In the darkness, he raised his head. Under the cloak, a pair of sharp eyes were revealed.
Look at Jialan.
"Night-light-song!"
A cruel and strange smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.