At this moment, Su Shiyu was hanging above the Duanqing Cliff of Lihen Mountain, with the abyss beneath his feet, and thick hinges wrapping his hands layer by layer, as if they wanted him to suffer all kinds of torture, but didn't want him to escape.
The dripping wet color dyed his original dark red clothes even more erotic and coquettish. It must have been very painful, but fortunately he had already lost consciousness. For eight thousand years, he has become accustomed to a life that is worse than death.
His eyes were slightly closed, quietly waiting for sw, or rebirth.
In the past eight thousand years, his heart had never caused another ripple. This heart originally beat only for that person, and it should have perished along with that person in that war. But he still chose to live stubbornly, keeping this life, waiting for a result, and waiting for death. Wait for an obsession.
But now, as if it was the moment he had been waiting for for eight thousand years, he concentrated and seemed to feel the weak energy rising and roaring.
At this time, Qi Chen walked over in the glow of the sky. His face was slightly red due to the setting sun, but he still couldn't block the sinister ferocity in his eyes, which made people shudder.
"Su Shiyu," Qi Chen said with a sneer, "It's been eight thousand years, and it's really a good deal for you to wait until this day."
Su Shiyu was already dying, but he still managed to hold on and responded: "To each other."
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Intention: Love is the origin of everything.