The exchange of identities back then was beyond your control. Now that we know the truth, we have gone in the opposite direction and faced each other with swords. But the obsession in my heart has to be reborn to repay.
On the quiet peak, a man in a black brocade robe staggered. While stepping back, he wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, and raised a pair of red eyes that seemed to have walked out of hell. The originally fair and handsome man's face was stained with blood, and his red lips were like a lotus bathing in a pool of blood. "I am not wrong, I will not go back."
The man in moonlight and white clothes standing opposite, the fairy sword in his hand flashed with light, his clear eyes looked at the person in front of him who was still unrepentant, and there was a different color in his pupils, which seemed to be suppressed by his master.
"Come back with me, I won't let you be bullied by them."
The man in Xuanyi laughed, mockingly stood up straight, let go of the wound on his abdomen, and stared at the man opposite.
"I would rather die! I don't want to see you again, in the next life, the next life! I just don't want it to happen again..." As he said that, he lost his strength and fell backwards.
The man in white moved instantly and grabbed his arm. His silent expression broke and he shouted anxiously, "Hold on to me!"
The man in black clothes did not raise his head, looking at the abyss beneath him, "Why are you still pretending to be a good person? You are obviously a demon. Why, why! Only I will bear the responsibility!"
Tears flowed from his stubborn face...
The sword light flashed, and the smell of blood filled the air. The man in white knelt on the edge of the cliff, tears falling from the corners of his eyes. What he held tightly in his hand was only a bloody severed arm...