Wedge·The debt from the past life has not been repaid, and the blood of this life is owed again
The moonlight is like a train, pouring into the bluestone courtyard. Feng Linyun stood under the lonely osmanthus tree and touched the Pixiu magic weapon in his palm with his magic power.
A wisp of light smoke condensed into Su Guixue's figure. As soon as she opened her eyes, he hugged her gently from behind.
Xuan Yi felt slightly cold, and his breath brushed her ears. "Don't move." His voice was hoarse, carrying the weight of thousands of years of wind and frost, "I have been waiting for this moment for tens of thousands of years."
She remained silent. The moonlight was flowing, and there was only the faint sound of the night wind passing through the pillars. He buried his face in the side of her neck, and a drop of hot water slid down, burning her skin.
"I'm sorry..." His voice broke, "It was my master who killed your dearest relative."
This belated truth is written every word like a knife. He slowly let go of his embrace, and there was a cold blade in his hand, pointed at his heart resolutely.
In the flash of lightning, Su Guixue suddenly grasped the sharp blade.
Blood gushed out from between her fingers and dripped onto the bluestone. She raised her eyes to look at him, her eyes calm but bottomless: "Let Lu Jiuyuan pay his debt by himself."
She spoke carefully, her voice as cold as the moon: "Your life is mine."
Feng Linyun was shaken all over. The dagger fell to the ground with a clang, and he suddenly hugged her back into his arms, trembling and refusing to let go.
Blood and tears blend under the moon. The empty lake in her heart was finally filled with imperceptible ripples due to the temperature that spanned thousands of years. It has nothing to do with love or hate, just the most primitive identification——
In this life, nothing can be lost.
