It seemed that fate had never been merciful to them. The cold arrows pierced everyone's heart accurately and decisively, sinking silently into the deepest part without leaving any trace of blood on the surface.
Staggering forward in the unimaginable blood and rain of the rivers and lakes, struggling to survive in the heart-wrenching entanglement of love and hate.
The light of the sword is cold, the shadow of the sword is cold, and life and death are blurred.
The world of mortals is like a purple road, and we will live for thousands of eons.
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On the verge of collapse, Shangguan heard Liu Huo spit out desperate words: "Jump down."
She smelled the fragrance of red plums that filled the fields, and the place where the red plums grew the most and most abundantly near Kaopan Mountain was Duanhun Cliff.
Her heart hurt beyond description, and blood kept pouring out of her mouth.
Liuhuo's laughter became even colder: "The toxicity has begun to take effect. Xuanyuan Yiyang, watching the beloved woman die in front of him, it should feel good."
Her consciousness was close to madness, and she really wanted to tell him: No, no, Liuhuo is lying to you, I have not been poisoned by any soul-breaking poison at all, don't believe it! Don't believe it!
However, she knew that he did not dare to gamble with her, and it was precisely because he did not dare that she was so miserable.
"Okay, I'll jump."
Xuanyuan Yiyang's firm and painful voice came from the fragrance of the mountain. At that moment, she almost lost consciousness from the pain. She had no more thoughts and just wanted to open her eyes and see him.
However, no matter how hard she struggled, she could never see it.
Snowflakes were falling all over the sky, and Xuanyuan Yiyang stood in the mist-like wind and snow, looking at her with a tender smile: "Heart to heart, you can never forget me."
Then he raised his head and stared at the dim sky with falling snow. The infinitely beautiful smile on his lips concealed endless sadness, and he said: "Xinxin, the weather is good today."
She instantly spat out a mouthful of blood and screamed, "Don't—"
When she finally opened her eyes, she only saw his silhouette resolutely leaping off the Soul-Desolating Cliff. Her world completely collapsed.
The cold wind rolled up the thin snow on the ground and pushed it towards the cliff, and then fell... Fell...
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The wind was blowing, and the snowflakes were flying wildly. Shangguan, who was dressed in a snow-white fox fur, stood heart-in-mind in the snow, with his dark hair entangled with snowflakes and flying wildly. His beautiful face was as light as an ink painting. The remaining vitality seemed to melt away with the short-lived snowflakes at any time under the raging cold wind.
Mo Feng slowly turned around, and the moment his murderous eyes fell on her, he became sad and frightened: "Xinxin..."
The cold wind blowing in his face was mixed with the strong smell of blood. There were blood drops constantly dripping from his wrists, spreading through the snow on the ground. She glanced over lightly, raised her right hand to hold the tip of his bleeding sword and pointed it at her throat. The blood flowed along the fingers and slowly soaked into the white sleeves.
The pain in Mo Feng's eyes became more and more intense, and it hurt as if he was about to bleed.
She looked at him with eyes that were colder than ice and snow, and every word was bone-chilling: "Kill me? Or let me go?"
Mo Feng looked at her silently. At first, the sword trembled slightly, but later, his whole body began to tremble. The pain in his eyes gradually became watery, and slowly dissipated in the howling of the cold wind.
She let go of the sword tip little by little and walked slowly towards the opposite side.
Mo Feng's mournful voice came from the long wind and snow: "Do you really want me to die?"
She walked firmly towards the opposite side, letting the cold wind collect snow and cover the footprints behind her, as if... As if she had never walked that road before.
Intention: Falling in love is not an easy thing.