"A person who is about to die, does it need to know so much?" Lu Xiao walked towards her slowly, and the rustling sound of his footsteps in the snow was like the death spell of the god of death, hitting Han Ji hard.
Her fragile nerves forced her to subconsciously retreat, until she was close to a cliff, and then she stopped tremblingly.
——"Are you really planning to kill me?"
——"Do you still need to ask this?"
——"If I die, you will never know many secrets------"
——"Why should I know?"
"Very good!" Han Ji's face suddenly returned to normal. Her beautiful jade-like skin set off her delicate facial features, exuding an alluring light under the caress of the moonlight. Her graceful figure no longer swayed pretentiously.
, instead it looks slim and graceful, so beautiful that people can’t bear to blaspheme it.
Turning her head slightly, Han Ji stretched out a pair of jade hands and slowly took off the hair accessories on her head. The crystal-clear hair was like a white cloak, flowing down her exquisite body to her waist, and then flying in the air, as if she was soft and beautiful.
The fairy was dancing with the wind, light and elegant. Han Ji, who had taken off all the decorations, was as pure as bamboo shoots after a spring rain, holy and untainted by a trace of dust. Blinking her big ignorant eyes, Han Ji suddenly tilted her head, a little naughty
He looked at Lu Xiao and asked coquettishly: "Am I a little stupid like this?"
For a moment, Lu Xiao was a little crazy. He never thought that Han Ji had such a pure and lovely side, but his usual reason did not let the beauty confuse his eyes, and he still answered plainly.
: "It's a bit silly, but it's very clean!"
Han Ji suddenly laughed, and the clear voice was as pleasant as Jin Ling. This was the first time that Lu Xiao heard Han Ji make such a hearty laugh. He was a little confused for a moment and didn't know what to do. If Han Ji was still as usual
He was arrogant, domineering, lustful and despicable, and he would kill her without mercy. But the Han Ji in front of him had the appearance of a pure girl. No matter how hard-hearted a person is, he cannot bear to harm her in the slightest.
Unexpectedly, Han Ji smiled and winked at him, and said jokingly: "Farewell, my great protector!" She jumped off the cliff. You must know that this is the territory of the Wuxi Clan.
The art of wind flying has been completely sealed. No matter how high your cultivation level is, if you jump from such a high place, you will have no chance of surviving without falling to pieces.
Lu Xiao stood on the edge of the cliff, looking at the bottomless valley. An inexplicable feeling of loss and regret came to his heart. He didn't know whether it was because of Han Ji's death or because of her unspoken secrets. It took a long time to grow.
He let out a breath, turned around and prepared to walk back. Who knew that before he took a step, a pleasant sound of piano and harp echoed through the valley. Lu Xiao was shocked, because the music was filled with endless sadness and despair.
It was obvious that Jinse's life was about to come to an end, so he ran quickly towards the small building in the snow mountain.
Yaoqin, Meng Zirou, and Chi Lian, led by Xiaohan, went straight to the bedroom. Under Meng Zirou's slightly evasive gaze, Yaoqin seemed to have guessed something, stretched out her trembling hands, and slowly pushed away
As soon as I saw the door of the room, I saw Jinse lying on the bed with a face ashen as death, and her breath froze in an instant.
But Jinse, as if sensing the arrival of his beloved wife, suddenly stood up, stretched out a hand towards the door, and called softly: "Yaoqin, is that you?".
Suppressing the urge to cry and rush forward, Yao Qin slowly leaned over with a solemn expression, sat gently on the edge of the bed, slowly took one of Jinse's hands, put it on her face and rubbed it gently. , the big eyes stared blankly at the dying man, bright red bloodshot eyes quickly filled the black and white eyes, but not a drop of tears was left. The small red lips were always tightly closed, as if they opened their mouths. She will make earth-shattering cries. This stubborn and strong woman has long been accustomed to restraining her emotions in front of outsiders, because no matter when and where, as long as there are people around, she is the queen of the Wuxi clan, and she must always stand up as the king. 's spine.
Meng Zirou looked at Yaoqin who was holding on there with a clear look, sighed helplessly, waved his hand, and signaled Xiaohan and Chi Lian to leave together with him. After all, Jinse's time was running out, so it should be given to the pair. The suffering couple should have a space that belongs to them, and enjoy the last time together, even if it is only a moment. Moreover, Shen Muxin was sent to the house after she was injured. Meng Zirou didn't know the extent of her injury now, so she was naturally very anxious. I want to go and have a look.
Meng Zirou and Xiaohan, and Chi Lian had just arrived in the yard when they met Li Mubai who had just walked out of the room and Zhui Ri who had hurried back. Looking at the lonely and sad faces of the two women, Li Mubai and Zhui Ri immediately understood that Jin Se was probably already There is no way to save the day, and I can't help but lament that things in the world are unpredictable and fate plays tricks on people.
"How is Mu Xin?" Meng Zirou calmed down her emotions a little, looked at Li Mubai who had been silent, and asked softly.
Li Mubai was stunned for a moment, as if waking up from a dream, and then smiled with relief: "She's fine. Although her eyes were burned by the beam, it's not serious, and there are some useful elixirs she brought out. , I have applied it on her, and she will be fine after a few days of rest."
Hearing this, Meng Zirou breathed a sigh of relief. Just when she was about to ask something more, a melodious sound of the piano suddenly interrupted her. Following the sound, a colorful halo suddenly appeared in Jinse's room, accompanied by the music. As the sound played, countless shining butterflies and birds flew out of thin air, lighting up the dark snowy mountains.
The sound of the piano and harp floating out of the window is so melodious and clear, like a mountain spring playing in the green mountains; so free and unrestrained; like the majesty passing by the willow branches, so soft and beautiful, like the colorful butterflies dancing among the flowers. ; So cold and noble, like a red plum among the dancing snow---sometimes the piano sound is as high as a cloud, and the harp sound is as low as a whisper; sometimes the harp sound is as ethereal as silk in the wind, and the harp sound is as calm as the rustle of pine trees. The cliff is dangerous; sometimes the sound of the harp is exciting, and sometimes the sound of the harp is empty. The harp and the harp are sometimes combined, and when they are combined, they are as smooth as a river flowing into the sea, and when they are separated, they are as flexible as a shallow stream dividing rocks.
The ethereal and affectionate music deeply shocked everyone's soul. Even Xiaotan and Xiaoxiang heard the sound and came out, deeply immersed in their own memories. The life or death of the person who once knew each other was uncertain. , or fall in love with each other, we can no longer see each other day and night and relive old dreams. That kind of unforgettable pain makes the wind and clouds move and the stubborn rocks shed tears.
As the song reached its climax, a deep and rich male voice recited in a low voice:
"There are fifty strings of brocade strings for no reason, each string and one column reminds me of my good years.
Zhuang Sheng was fascinated by butterflies in his morning dream, and looked forward to the emperor's spring heart filled with cuckoos.
The moon in the sea sheds tears, and the warm sun in Lantian produces smoke.
This feeling can be recalled later, but it was already at a loss at the time.”
All the flying birds and butterflies gradually gathered together and transformed into a dragon and a phoenix, hovering in the air, echoing each other, chasing and dancing. It was the sublimation of the essence of the music and the limit of emotional cohesion. Countless stars continued to fall, illuminating
It lit up everyone's faces. At this moment, all the fame, fortune, hatred and festivals were all gone. There was only a strong love that moved the heaven and the earth.
The song ended, but the butterflies and birds transformed by the spirit of the music were still hovering in the air and did not dissipate for a long time. Everyone stood in the yard, letting the stars scatter on their bodies along with the snow foam, and no one said a word, as if they were still immersed in the music.
I couldn't help myself from the music just now.
It wasn't until a shrill scream suddenly came from the room that everyone suddenly came back to their senses and knew something must have happened to Jinse, so they hurried into the house.
Sure enough, Yao Qin sat sideways on the bed, wiping the blood on Jin Se's face in vain with her hands. Her tears had already washed away the strength she pretended to have. At this time, she was just a woman who had lost her husband, murmuring sadly.
: "Jinse------go ahead! Don't torture yourself anymore------I will definitely find you after you are reincarnated------".
Jinse lay on Yaoqin's legs, black blood continued to flow out of her seven orifices, and her body kept twitching. She was obviously enduring great pain, but she held on to her last breath and refused to swallow it. One hand held on.
He grabbed his beloved wife's arm and refused to let go. Obviously, he didn't want to die like this and be separated from his beloved woman. But in the end, the hand still hung down feebly.
Yaoqin suddenly burst out with powerful spiritual power, constantly rushing towards Jinse's body to prevent him from revealing his true form soon. However, as the spiritual power continued to be consumed, Yaoqin's body began to shake, obviously
It has been out of support for a long time.
When everyone saw this, they all burst into tears. Even Xiaohan, who had always been indifferent, had red eyes and tight lips, trying hard not to let the tears fall. The sad atmosphere quickly spread in the air, and the snowflakes outside the house became even more intense.
When the time came, the whole world glowed with a cold white light under the moonlight, and it was as silent as despair, as if a grand funeral was being held to bid farewell to Jinse who had gone through many hardships but could not die well, and also to the couple who had suffered so much.
But the husband and wife who say goodbye to life and death must mourn in silence------