Even if this situation is completely different from the desire and intensity of survival that he felt when he was thrown into a mass grave.
She reflexively tried to touch the weapon bracelet on her wrist, but found nothing.
Only then did she realize that her weapon was still in Changsun Wuji's body.
In the gap between not touching the weapon, she avoided another person's attack.
Just these two actions seemed to have exhausted her last remaining strength.
The sharp pain in her eyes that couldn't see anything was nothing compared to the heartbreaking pain in her body along the way.
None of the injuries she suffered six days ago were fatal. Many of them looked scary, but they were just superficial injuries. In fact, they were much better.
In the process of dealing with Zhangsun Wuji, these injuries never hurt at all despite such intense interactions.
But when she finally got her wish and killed the man, the old wounds all over her body began to hurt her heart and bones.
She couldn't move even a little bit until the pain was so painful that it blinded her eyes.
Now it was even more painful and she couldn't straighten her back.
"Hahahaha, it looks like this witch is seriously injured! To avoid complications, let's fight quickly! Remember to save her life first!"
She relied on her ears to avoid the attacks of the two people in advance, and then fell down almost powerless.
There were big beads of cold sweat on his face, and his whole body curled up into a ball of pain.
Just when she thought she could not escape, there was a sudden scream.
Some people were shocked and screamed, "The look of this man...could he be Wuji, the eldest son of the Regent of Dajing?!"
But, this man still had a knife stuck in his mouth, and the weird-shaped knife even penetrated his back!
And even though he was wearing black clothes, the hem of his clothes was obviously soaked in his own blood and was still bleeding drop by drop!
They were so shocked that they were speechless.
Looking like this, he is actually still alive!
Not only was he alive, there was no expression of pain at all on his face!
With such an injury, let alone a human being, even if it was really a ghost, it would be impossible for him to move like this without frowning.
Regent of Da Jing...
The rumored regent of Dajing.
Even though things in the Dreamland were so big this time, the Regent of Dajing, whom they had not seen, appeared here at this moment!
It was so similar to the rumors they heard, but yet so different!
But no matter what he looked like, his appearance here was enough to scare them.
They don't want to run, but they want to run.
But they can't run away!
When everyone fell down, they saw the terrifying man still standing upright.
But when they took their last breath, they saw the man who went to the side of the witch, and finally couldn't hold on anymore and half-knelt down.
It turns out...the Regent of Dajing is also a human being...
Baili Feiyue naturally heard the noise and the incident.
Changes come quickly and urgently, and disappear even faster.
But she seemed to be in more pain.
Until the familiar fragrance mixed with the rich smell of blood enveloped her.
He held her in his arms and looked at the eyes that were bleeding and could no longer see.
"Ling Jing." His voice was not loud, but it sounded like it was coming from the Nine Nether Hell.
"If he is dead, you want to die. Then I will tell you that I will never, ever let you go find him."
Baili Feiyue was shaking violently. She didn't know whether it was pain or something else.
Her eyes could no longer shed tears.
Her voice was broken, "Zhangsun Wuji, why don't you go to hell immediately!"
He laughed, but his voice was barely audible.
"You and I are the same person, Ling Jing."
His bloody lips touched her lips lightly, "I will go to hell to wait for you. When you come, there will be no Murong Shuo in hell, only my eldest grandson Wuji."
The cold lips with the smell of blood touched her lips lightly again, and the lover whispered, "When the time comes, I will wait for you, waiting for you to fall into the endless world together."
"Hahahaha~! Changsun Wuji! Changsun Wuji!"
"Listen to me, my name is not Ling Jing. Ling Jing died when she was sixteen. She died in a mass grave on the outskirts of Dajingjing!"
"My name is Baili Feiyue, Baili Wushang is Baili Feiyue!"
"After my death, Baili Feiyue, if your eldest grandson Wuji is buried in the extreme south, I, Baili Feiyue, will definitely be buried in the extreme north. If your eldest grandson Wuji is buried in the East China Sea, I will definitely be buried in the Western Desert!"
"If you were reincarnated, my soul would be shattered into ashes and ashes!"
"Thousands of rivers and mountains, life after life, eternity and eternity, I, Baili Feiyue, and your eldest grandson Wuji will never meet again in heaven and earth, in the world and on earth!!"
"Changsun Wuji...your so-called care and love makes me sick...really, it makes me sick..."
He wants to murder the lives of everyone she cares about and tie her tightly to him alone.
He's crazy.
He is simply crazy.
In the past, she always thought that maybe all this could be changed, but she was blind!
It's easy to change a person's nature, but it's not like he cares about her, Baili Feiyue, never!
Of course she couldn't see the expression on the man holding her.
She struggled to crawl away from his arms, and he had no strength to hold her.
Even if she dies, she doesn't want to die with him!
She crawled until her hands and knees stung, and there was blood everywhere.
But she wanted to climb even further.
A little further.
There was the sound of galloping horse hooves.
The man on the horse jumped down after discovering her. He picked her up tremblingly and hugged her waist tightly, as if he was afraid that she would melt in the next moment.
There was a choked roar in his throat like a small animal, "It's so miserable again? It's so miserable again! I want to kill him, I want to kill him!"
He raised his pale and trembling fingers and wiped away the blood stains on the corners of her lips with his cold fingertips. He did not dare to touch her bleeding eyes at all.
She couldn't shed tears, but he burst into tears, "Does it hurt, sister? Does it hurt? Sister, does it hurt? My heart hurts so much!"
Baili Feiyue seemed to want to laugh, but she couldn't do it.
"Ling Xiaojiu, you are here."
"Sister, it's useless for me. I'm late. Sister, I'm late..."
He raised his head and looked at the road that his sister had climbed from a distance.
At the far end of the road, the man fell on the scorched earth, as if he was about to be swallowed up by the death and darkness.
"Chop him into pieces for me, one thousand to ten thousand yuan, chop him into pieces with thousands of knives! Cut him into pieces!"
His subordinates who followed him followed the order and left, but at the other end, a man came running quickly, with a look of deep sadness on his usually smiling baby face.
He is Xiangyang, the real Xiangyang.
He stood in front of his master to stop Ling Duanian's men, but he said to Baili Feiyue in Ling Duanian's arms, "Miss Ling San, are you not even willing to leave a whole body to the master?"
"Quiet, let's go. Let's go. Take me away, take me now, the further away the better..."
The young man choked, "Okay, okay, sister, I'll take you away. I'll take you away..."