The scene in front of him became increasingly blurry, and he saw He Xilou walking further and further away.
Many years ago, among the corpses on the ground, he saw He Xilou walking towards him holding the Nanshan Sword in the gap between his eyelids, and rescued him.
Now He Xilou kills him with his own hands and stays away from him.
Luo Tianrui's eyelids were like a door, closed heavily.
When he closed it, he stretched out his stiff hand to grasp the back.
There was a bang, and there was nothing in front of him, only darkness and coldness.
Consciousness dissipates.
He Xilou came down from the ring, and Bi Yuling ran over.
She wiped the blood from her face and forehead and pushed her wet hair back.
Bi Yuling raised a bright smile, "Xiaolou, congratulations."
He Xilou looked at her and said, "I can't kill you."
Jieshuanghua stopped walking towards this place.
She turned her back to He Xilou, pulled her lips, and smiled helplessly.
She really understands He Xilou.
Bi Yuling's eyes lit up and she held He Xilou's hand nervously, "Xiaolou, you still have feelings for me in your heart, right? I was wrong. It was all my fault before. Can you please forgive me? I was really wrong.
Well, if you don’t want me anymore, no one will want me.”
Bi Yuling burst into tears as she spoke, crying like pear blossoms with raindrops, so pitiful and touching.
Hope ignited in Biyuling's heart again.
"Xiaolou, you love me so much and you won't let me go." Bi Yuling said.
Jie Shuanghua couldn't listen anymore and was about to leave. When she passed by Qingge, Qingge, who was sitting in the coffin recuperating her body and mind, suddenly grabbed her hand, "Who do you have no confidence in? What are you afraid of?"
Jieshuanghua lowered her eyes and looked at Qingge, but stopped talking.
Liu Yan'er twitched the corner of her mouth, "She really has her jade spirit everywhere."
Eleven snorted, "Bitches are everywhere, this sentence makes sense."
Jieshuanghua didn't dare to look back.
She had seen He Xilou deeply in love with Biyuling, and she was afraid.
"Xiaolou, let me hug you."
After Bi Yuling said this, she stretched out her hand to hug He Xilou. He Xilou raised his right hand and put his palm against Bi Yuling's wounded forehead, blocking Bi Yuling's approach.
Bi Yuling's forehead hurt. She subconsciously stepped back and looked up at He Xilou in confusion.
"I don't want to kill you because I don't want to dirty my hands." He Xilou's words made Bi Yuling gradually fall into despair, and her eyes widened in horror.
Bi Yuling's forehead was as crazy as she couldn't believe it, "No, it's not like this, how could it be like this, Xiaolou, you must be lying to me, are you lying to me, right? I said I was wrong, why don't you want me,
Still don’t forgive me?”
Jasper Ling was hysterical.
Most of the sins in the world cannot be overcome by just saying "I am wrong".
He Xilou looked at her and said: "We should say goodbye properly. I should hate you, but I don't even hate you. At this moment, you are standing in front of me. I don't have any thoughts and I won't touch you.
I don’t even want to protect you. Even though Luo Tianrui is dead, you are still Mrs. Luo. It is up to you to choose your own life in the future. I will not take your life and wait for God to take it."
He Xilou held the hilt of the sword with one hand and the tip of the sword with the other. The sharp blade scratched the flesh of the palm of his hand, causing blood to flow.
Bi Yuling looked at him distressedly, wondering what He Xilou was going to do.
He Xilou exerted a little force, and the Nanshan Sword broke in his hand.
He Xilou dropped the sword on the ground, wiped the blood on his palm, and left indifferently.
He still couldn't get enough of the killer.
For the woman he once loved deeply.
He doesn't want to hate.
He just wants to spend the rest of his life being sweet with that person.
Biyu Ling suddenly turned around and saw He Xilou's back, her eyes widened slightly.
Although I had cried until I was exhausted, I couldn't stop my tears, and big teardrops fell down.
Bi Yuling knelt down and picked up the two pieces of Nanshan Sword.
The sword of Nanshan is broken, this feeling will follow the wind, it will no longer enter my heart, and I will no longer know my intention.
Bi Yuling bit her lower lip tightly until it was bitten and blood smeared on her chin.
She turned to look at He Xilou's decisive back. He Xilou walked up to Jie Shuanghua, stretched out his hand to Eleven, "Give me the cloak."
Eleven was stunned for a moment, then took off his cloak and handed it to He Xilou.
He Xilou wrapped Jieshuanghua in his cloak, "What should I do if it gets cold? I will feel bad."
Jie Shuanghua struggled to push him away, "Are you still feeling distressed? Stop joking."
"Is the little cat angry?" He Xilou pinched Jie Shuanghua's cheek.
"Angry? What are you angry about? Do I look like that kind of person?" Jie Shuanghua snorted coldly.
He hugged Jieshuanghua tightly, resting his chin on Jieshuanghua's forehead, "Don't move, let me rest."
Jieshuanghua immediately dared not move and rolled her eyes a few times, "Are you tired?"
He Xilou smiled: "I feel less tired when I see you."
The soft singer tapped the coffin board with his finger, "Come on, that's almost it. Didn't you see that we have two wounded people here? Brother He just doesn't care, that's all. He still wants to flirt, so be careful of us striking out."
"
"Strike? Do you want to strike?" He Xilou asked.
Qingge was slightly stunned.
He Xilou smiled slightly and said: "Yue'er, no matter where I stand, everything belongs to you."
Qingge snorted coldly and pointed to the wound on her thigh, "Don't just say nice things, look at how much it hurts."
"Yue'er, Yan'er, thank you very much." Jie Shuanghua's eyes sparkled with tears.
Qingge waved her hand to chase them away, "Don't thank me, hurry up and go."
Qing Ge patted the coffin board, "I really can't bear to leave this fine Xuan Bing coffin to Luo Tianrui."
Jieshuanghua looked at Qingge with a smile on her face.
Bi Yuling stood at the edge of the ring, and among hundreds of thousands of people, she couldn't feel a trace of warmth.
My whole body was cold.
She held the broken Nanshan Sword and saw He Xilou hugging Jieshuanghua tightly.
How can they talk and laugh happily with each other?
The wind blew and Bi Yuling's eyes felt a little dry.
Without He Xilou, the world would be vast, where would be her home?
Her little building is going to be someone else's husband.
Who is to blame?
Blame her for bringing it upon herself.
She shouldn't blame herself, she was already feeling very uncomfortable.
The Jasper Spirit left slowly, and no one noticed her departure.
She walked lonely, stepping on her own shadow.
"West Tower, come up." On the elevated platform, Yun Han stood up straight and said.
He Xilou pinched Jie Shuanghua's face and said, "My husband will be here soon. Madam, please wait a moment."
Jie Shuanghua frowned and twitched the corner of her mouth, wondering why this guy was becoming more and more immoral.
He Xilou walked onto the elevated platform with a smile, his face filled with spring breeze.
"Congratulations." Yun Han clasped his hands into fists.
"I know you are impatient, go down first and see the injury of Lord Hefeng Yue." King Tianqi said.
"There's no rush." Yun Han said with a straight face: "There are a few cracks in the ring. I'll go see if they can be repaired. You guys can chat."
Yun Han straightened his back and walked down gracefully.
King Tianqi looked at Yun Han with disgust, "Look at him like this. After fighting in the ring for so many years, when has he ever cared about the cracks in the ring? I'm afraid he's just a drunkard who doesn't care about the wine."