Chu Zhehan looked at Ah Qi with hidden grief: Everyone in the world wants me dead. I thought you were different, but it's a pity that you are like everyone else.
Wen Qixia trembled all over and said heartbreakingly: You massacred my sect and I was the only one left. Why don't I want you to die?
Chu Zhehan just looked at Wen Qixia indifferently: I never care about the eyes of the world, only yours. Unfortunately, even you don't believe me.
Wen Qixia pointed her sword at Chu Zhehan: How can a demon cultivator make people believe it, unless you take out your heart or die by my sword.
Chu Zhehan: Ah Qi, I could have tolerated the darkness. If I had never seen the sun, I just hope you won't regret it.
After saying that, Chu Zhehan walked towards the sword that Wen Qixia pointed at her, and looked at Ah Qi, whom she had loved all her life, for the last time. Then when there was only three feet away, she quickly rushed to Qiyue Sword, hugged Wen Qixia, and murmured: "Wen Qixia, I don't owe you anymore."
Chu Zhehan didn't see it. Every time she took a step forward, the hand holding the sword shook slightly. When the sword pierced her heart, the sword had already separated from the owner's hand.
Before Wen Qixia could react, her body had already reacted and hugged the demon cultivator who had begun to slide down from her body. She looked at Chu Zhehan, who had no intact part of her body, and the Seven-Year Sword at her heart. Wen Qixia's heart seemed to have stopped, and her ears kept echoing: "Even you don't believe me... Wen Qixia... I don't owe you anymore."
It was as if she had lost something and could never get it back.
Concept: Reunion after breaking up, sadistic love
