Lin Niao stretched out his finger and touched Sang Ying's forehead with a bloody finger:
"Sang Ying, forgive me, this is the last time."
As Lin Niao finished speaking, Lin Niao's eyes slowly closed. His left hand dropped from Sang Ying's eyebrows and hit the ground. The heart in Lin Niao's hand also stopped beating.
"Young Master? Young Master, please don't scare me, Young Master, please wake up." Sang Ying burst into tears, "I don't hate Young Master at all, Young Master, please wake up! Without Young Master, I will wake up."
But how can you still live, young master!"
Sang Ying hugged Lin Niao tightly, tears falling down her delicate cheeks and onto Lin Niao's body.
But at this time, Lin Niao could no longer feel any movement from the outside world. At this time, Lin Niao had entered a state of death.
"Woman! Give my young master back!" Sang Ying suddenly raised her head, her bloodshot scarlet eyes staring at this Kunpeng woman, as if she wanted to eat this Kunpeng woman in one bite.
But the Kunpeng woman just shook her head: "It can't be saved. I don't have the ability, but I didn't expect that this man is really a lover."
Looking at the dead Lin Niao, the Kunpeng woman shook her head, waved her hand, and a copy of "Kunpeng Jue" and a pair of daggers fell to Sang Ying's side:
"I have said before, if there is a loss, there must be a gain, and if there is a gain, there must be a loss. This is the way of heaven.
Since this man is dead, take these things away, this is your opportunity, he brought it to you with his own death."
Sang Ying glanced at the Kunpeng inheritance that fell in front of her, and then looked at the young master in her arms who was already lifeless.
Finally, Sang Ying's eyes fell on the pair of daggers.
This pair of daggers is one cyan and one blue. The cyan dagger is engraved with wind tassels, while the blue dagger is engraved with water ripples, corresponding to the two forms of Kunpeng.
When the two daggers are used together, they can unleash the true power of Kunpeng.
The shape of the two daggers is exactly the same, excluding the handle, the length is fifty centimeters.
The blade blooming on the dagger seems to be cutting off your sight,
These two daggers are already so sharp.
"Young Master, don't worry, I will accompany you soon. I will not let you be alone on the road to Huangquan.
Regardless of life or death, this life or the next, Sang Ying is willing to be your maid, young master."
As soon as she finished speaking, Sang Ying picked up the blue dagger and stabbed herself in the chest.
Sang Ying and Lin Niao lay flat on the ground, Sang Ying still hugged her young master tightly, her eyes gradually closed, and quietly she no longer breathed.
The Kunpeng woman jumped off the tombstone, walked to Lin Niao and Sang Ying's side with her bare ankles and long legs.
"I didn't expect that there would be such a result." The corners of the Kunpeng woman's lips curled up slightly, "But it's pretty good~ I hope you continue on well."
The Kunpeng woman raised her head and looked at the stars in the sky.
At this time, the small world collapsed faster and faster, and it did not stop because of the death of the two people.
As the small world completely collapsed, the Kunpeng woman's last remaining thoughts turned into light and dissipated between the heaven and the earth.
"Tick tock. Tick tock tick"
The water droplets condensed on the stalactites at the top of the cave fell down, landed on the stones, splashed and flew up, reflecting only the dim light of the cave, and then slowly fell to the ground.
Some broken water drops happened to fall on a woman's face.
The coolness on the face was transmitted to the woman's consciousness, and the woman's consciousness slowly awakened.
With her brows furrowed and then slightly opened, the woman slowly opened her eyes.
When the woman opened her eyes, what she saw was this dark cave.
And in his arms, he felt warm breaths hitting his chest one after another.
When the woman looked down and saw the man she was holding tightly, her eyes suddenly lit up.
The next moment, Sang Ying, who had recalled everything, quickly pulled off Lin Nian's collar and looked at Lin Nian's chest.
Except for Lin Niao's tuft of chest hair, Sang Ying could no longer see any wounds.
Sang Ying lowered her head and looked at herself again.
He himself is also intact.
what is going on?
I clearly remember that the young master took out his heart in order to save himself.
After the young master died, he did not want to live, so he committed suicide with a dagger.
But now, both the young master and himself are intact.
Could it be a dream?
Sang Ying was a little confused.
No, there can't be such a real dream.
"This is not a dream!"
When Sang Ying saw the book "Kunpeng Jue" and the pair of daggers, Sang Ying realized that everything she experienced was true.
It’s just that the young master is still alive! And he is also still alive
"Young Master. Young Master"
Sang Ying quickly sat up, placed the young master at her feet and shouted softly.
"You are all my wings, my wings."
However, Lin Niao was not awakened and seemed to be still having a sweet dream.
It’s just that Sang Ying doesn’t know what “you are all my wings” means?
Could it be that the young master dreamed of some magical beast?
"Young Master, wake up, Young Master"
Sang Ying shouted softly, but she didn't dare to speak loudly.
"Young Master." Sang Ying gently shook Lin Niao in her arms, but Lin Niao did not wake up.
Sang Ying also gave up and just hugged Lin Niao and looked at Lin Niao.
In Sang Ying's mind, she couldn't help but recall what the young master said to her when she took out her heart.
"It turns out that the young master hit me and scolded me before, all because he liked me and was too possessive of me?
It turns out that the young master didn’t treat me like that just because he wanted to beat me and scold me, or to torture me intentionally?”
Sang Ying gently stroked Lin Nian's hair. A ray of warm spring water gently rippled in Sang Ying's heart.
This feeling is sweet and very comfortable.
Even when Sang Ying looked at Lin Niao, she felt that the young master looked much prettier than before.
But then she thought again, and Sang Ying lowered her brows slightly.
The young master expressed his feelings to himself, what should he do?
"Do you like the young master?"
Sang Ying thought carefully.
Sang Ying doesn't know what it feels like to like someone, because Sang Ying has never liked someone before.
But for the current young master, Sang Ying felt that she did not hate him, and even wanted to be with him forever.
Is this like it?
And as the young master's maid, she should respond to the young master's thoughts.
Think about it.
Sang Ying's heartbeat did not speed up. She gently pressed her little hand on her tall bear's mouth and secretly made a decision.
If the young master wants you, then you should give it to the young master.