"Nalan Xueyi..." Bei Chenyan suddenly spoke, hoarsely and slowly.
Those shallow words are cold and indifferent, inaudible, as if they are about to disappear from the world.
The man's eyes still stayed on the girl's blood-stained face without raising his head, "It was me who pushed Xiyue to you with my own hands. It was my fault, but this time, I will never hand her over to you again."
No one will leave her behind again, so this time, it’s just me and her, no one else."
With the total death.
No matter on earth or hell.
This time, he will never leave her behind.
Xiyue, wait for me.
After understanding Bei Chenyan's words, Nalan Xueyi chuckled and smiled miserably, with a misty and illusory look on her face.
Yes, he ruined everything with his own hands, betrayed Yue'er's trust in him, and ruined himself. Now, he is not even qualified to die with her.
Bei Chenyan hugged the girl in his arms tightly, and slowly raised his body's true energy. The black wave of blood mist was like substance. The reversed true energy swept out, flying away their hair and clothes. They were intertwined and inseparable.
No distinction.
Xuan Tianji and the two venerables exchanged extremely painful looks, and both lowered their heads, unable to bear to watch the scene where the man cut off his heart.
But at this moment, the fingertips of the girl covered in blood moved slightly.
"Yue'er!" Nalan Xueyi suddenly raised his eyes.
Bei Chenyan didn't see it, but at that moment, he seemed to feel something. It was as if his soul was connected, and he could clearly feel the resurrection of a dying soul.
He was suffocated, and the blood in his eyes almost burst out, and he looked at the girl in his arms, "Xiyue?"
Is it his imagination?
Is it an illusion that people are about to die?
Bei Chenyan couldn't believe it. He grabbed Ling Xiyue's cold little hand and leaned it against his cheek. She pressed on with all her strength and let the blood on her hand dye his cheek red. She had no time to care and tried to feel it.
Even a little bit of real warmth.
"Xiyue!" Bei Chenyan smiled. On that Shura-like face, it was dark and beautiful, but there were blood-red tears falling from the corners of his eyes.
Yes, he felt it!
His Xiyue!
Ling Xiyue was confused, as if she was trapped in a Sumeru fantasy, and as if she was wandering on the roadside of Huangquan. Her consciousness was hazy, but she could clearly hear the call of the man beside her ear, so clearly.
Yan, her Yan.
How could she forget the person she loved most?
Bei Chenyan stopped the reversal of his true energy, once again gathered the crimson power, exhausted everything, and tried his best to stabilize Ling Xiyue's wispy vitality, and finally saw her pale cheeks showing signs of life bit by bit.
Xuan Tianji's eyes showed ecstasy, and he burst into tears for a while.
Great, great, the power of the blood curse is not a legend!
If the matter of Sanshan and Wubu was really a misunderstanding, if Yue Yatou really died here because of his mistake, how should he explain to the Huangfu family?
In Nalan Xueyi's deathly gray eyes, a bright light suddenly rose up, just like stars twinkling and rising again in the darkness of the eternal night, breaking through the endless deathly darkness and giving him light and hope.
Even if it's only a little bit, it's enough to illuminate the rest of his life!
Nalan Xueyi wanted to step forward, but as soon as she took a step, she suddenly stopped in place, her black hair fluttering and messy in the wind.
Yue'er probably won't want to see him again, and she will definitely not forgive him.
And he had no face to face it.
Don't dare to face...
Nalan Xueyi stared at the girl whose face was gradually returning to life, her eyes were deep, as if she wanted to remember everything about her in her eyes, in her heart, for the rest of her life, but the man's face no longer showed any expression, it was as indifferent as before.
You can clearly see that something is broken bit by bit in the man's calm eyes.
Yue'er, this time, I got to know you before he did. From Zhongzhou, thousands of miles away, to Nanyu, Qiandao, from the first meeting in Qingcheng where the battlefield was chaotic, to the snowy areas of the Far North where the cold wind was blowing, I used up all my strength.
But in the end, I still lost and was completely defeated.
I have never gotten it, but I have lost it thousands of times in my heart.
I thought I was just a step too late.
But I didn’t want it to be a lifetime.
Yue'er, I'm sorry...
But I still want you to forgive me for the last time, forgive me for not being able to face you when you wake up, forgive me for being afraid of seeing strangeness and disgust in your eyes, forgive me for being timid, evasive, and unable to face my own mistakes.
Finally, taking a deep look, Nalan Xueyi was covered in moonlight and silent, slowly turned around and walked towards the silvery and lonely world that belonged to him.
He left, his clothes dripping with blood, and he was alone, little by little, disappearing into the wind and snow.
Although Ling Xiyue did not wake up, her aura had stabilized.
Xuan Tianji and others looked at Bei Chenyan, who was exhausted internally, and wanted to step forward and ask if they could help. However, after the three of them silently exchanged obscure glances, they all chose to remain silent and not disturb him.
Beichen Yan hugged Ling Xiyue and stood up slowly.
He staggered, but held his arms firmly to protect the girl in his arms, not daring to neglect her.
"The bloody massacre of the Gale Wind Tribe was not done by me." Bei Chenyan said coldly. The shadow of the broken hair on his forehead was reflected in his blood-red eyes, which were dark and mottled. He slowly raised his head and looked at the Snow Clan opposite,
Word by word, "I will find out who it is."
It was because he was too proud and stubborn and refused to explain more that Xiyue suffered this disaster. It was his fault.
But this time, Xuan Tianji and others also believed it.
"Should I call you Emperor Yan, or..." However, Xuan Tianji's expression did not completely relax, and he spoke tentatively, with a deep voice, "What is going on? Are you the young master of the ghost clan?"
Why does he feel that there are misunderstandings about more than just the Three Mountains and Five Ministries?
And the fact that Bei Chenyan suddenly turned into the young master of the ghost clan is like a huge conspiracy, involving everyone!
Beichen Yanjun looked at the Snow Clan with a cold face, his dark red hair calm and calm, "No matter who I am, I will always remember the kindness of the Snow Clan's rescuers outside the Mingbei Pass, but in the future, Xi Yue and I will
Whether it is your Snow Clan or the Huangfu Clan, I hope you will stop interfering in the affairs of the world, otherwise, don’t blame me for turning against you!"
The last sentence also shows his identity very well.
He doesn't care about the imperial concubine of the Huangfu family or Nalan Xueyi's fiancée.
The person in his arms is just his Xiyue, his Xiyue alone, it has nothing to do with anyone, and no one needs to say anything!
Xuan Tianji frowned.
Kaiyang and Lord Yaoguang were silent.
The other Snow Clan disciples and elders are even less likely to speak.
Not only because Ling Xiyue was seriously injured and almost died, they felt guilty, but also because Beichenyan's threat was not a joke, and he definitely had the strength.
No matter when and where, strength is the most direct way to make people shut up as quickly as possible! xdw8
The most important thing is that Nalan Xueyi's departure also made his attitude clear.