One hundred thousand years ago, she died on the sword for him, just for what he called the common people in the world.
"Master, do you really want me to dance?" Blood-colored clothes were flying in the wind, and his eyes looked desperately at the man in front of him, who was still wearing white clothes.
"Bai Zhi, the biggest mistake I made in my life was to accept you as my disciple, which brought disaster to all the people in the world. Don't you know how to repent until now?" He raised the sword in his hand, his eyes as cold as a thousand-year-old cold pond.
"Master, this is the last time I call you this. The whole world, the gate to the devil's realm, the devastation of all living beings, and the corpses everywhere are not as important to me as your life. You said that accepting me as your disciple was your biggest mistake, so why not Is it my fault? This life in this life belongs to the master, and the master can take it if he wants. But from now on, the friendship between our master and disciple will never owe anything to each other." The bloody figure jumped down without hesitation, and was instantly engulfed in blue flames.
One hundred thousand years later, for the sake of all the people in the world, he personally pierced the sword into her heart.
"Hahaha... In Master's heart, all the people in the world are still important. Even though I have been reincarnated once, why can't I see clearly? I am to blame for this result." The beautiful smile is as charming as a mandala flower.
"Bai Zhi, Master will go wherever you go. In this life, Master will never leave you again, okay?" A layer of fog covered the cold eyes that could not be cleared away. This time he seemed to have really been given up by her.
"No need. How can I, a lowly person like me, dare to ask the Supreme Immortal Mo Ye to take mercy on me? If I am lucky enough to have another life, it is enough to ask the Supreme Immortal Mo Ye to raise his hand and not appear in front of me again."