Yiyi slowly raised her head, her white clothes mottled with blood were flying everywhere, and she was standing on the edge of the cliff, precariously. A ferocious scar ran across her entire cheek. She looked at the man not far away with desolate eyes and said slowly: "Peng's migration in Nanmingye, the water hits three thousand miles, and it soars up ninety thousand miles. Little brother, if you think about it, your wish will always come true..."
"What did you say?" Situ Mingjian's voice was trembling inexplicably. He stared at the extremely embarrassed woman in front of him, his heart slowly falling.
"The wind shakes the jade pendant, what is it today? One day you will achieve what you want in your heart, and I will definitely be happy for you!" Yiyi's body swayed, as if she was about to fall into the abyss at any time. She covered her heart and coughed out bright red. She smiled, her eyes red, "It's a pity..." She slowly straightened her body, as if she had exhausted all her strength. She took out Sirius from somewhere, and the cold light on the dagger blade stung Situ Mingjian's eyes. "No..." His eyes turned red and he growled in panic.
"I don't want to owe you anything. You have given me all the painstaking care you have given me, and now I will return it to you! I hope that you and I will never see each other again in heaven and earth, in the blue sky and underworld." After saying this, she plunged the Sirius into her heart fiercely, fell back and fell into the unknown abyss.
"No..." Situ Mingjian felt a sharp pain in his heart and flew forward to grab with his long arm, but he only caught a piece of broken clothes. A mouthful of sweet blood spurted out from his throat, and he jumped towards the cliff without thinking again...