The Bright Moon Is Thousands of Miles Away and I Miss Wuheng

Mingran, the daughter of the head of the South China Sect, likes to travel around the world and wield swords all over the world. In the ninth year of Jinghe, she accidentally rescued a young man from a gangster. That day, a spring rain fell all over the world. Xiao Wuheng looked at the figure gradually disappearing in the drizzle, held up his thin body, and chased after him... I don't know since when, there was a little guard beside Mingran. The little guard was as clean and gentle as the warm sun, folding flowers and wine for her, and practicing hard on the sword for her. Accompany her to see the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, the snow in Bianliang City, the long moon in the desert in Liangzhou, and enjoy the snow, moon, wind and flowers in this world with her. The five years with Xiao Wuheng's company were the happiest times in Mingran's life. But things are unpredictable. In the fourteenth year of Jinghe, visions in the sky occurred frequently, which were omens of great evil that the demon god would come to the world. The disciples of the sect traveled thousands of miles to find Mingran and wanted to take her back to the South China Sect. Ming Ran thought about it again and again, and finally left Xiao Wuheng alone in this world. That night the moonlight was pale and the cuckoo cried blood. Xiao Wuheng looked at Mingran's decisively leaving figure with sad and despairing eyes. She was still the cold and aloof eldest lady of the South China Sect. When she looked back with fluttering clothes and a smile, there was still no trace of him in her eyes. Paranoid and crazy emotions surged in his eyes. Since she refused to keep him, he would become strong enough that she would never forget him in her life and could only stay by his side forever. It wasn't until the battle between immortals and demons that day, when the Yuxiao Sword in Mingran's hand was pointed directly at the Demon Lord's heart, that she suddenly understood, but it was already too late. The eldest lady, who had always been proud and arrogant, clearly had a slightly trembling hand holding the sword. Xiao Wuheng's demonic energy dissipated from his body, and his eyes when he looked at Mingran were as pure and pure as when they first met, but there was a deep sadness hidden in them. Time goes round and round, heading towards an ending that is already destined. The long sword was unsheathed, and snow splashed across the desert. Mingran gently hugged Xiao Wuheng's body, blood gushing out of his mouth. "Xiao Wuheng, I won't leave you alone this time. The road to hell is long, I'll go with you. " Another year of spring has come to the world, the ice and snow of Weushui River has melted, the weeping willows on the embankment have sprouted green shoots, and one after another lamentable romances begin and end in the world of mortals. Everything seems to have returned to the past. It's a pity that there is no bright dye in the world anymore. There is no longer the Xiao Wuheng who loved Mingran until his death. —————————— The steadfast and cold lady × Shirokiri, the paranoid and affectionate Demon Lord Double c, main ending BE, extra HE Intention: Even if you are in adversity, keep your heart towards the bright future