The night was dark, with thunder and lightning, and the wind and rain were blowing.
The sword made a crisp cry in the wind and rain, and a beam of sword light stung her eyes. Suddenly, wind blew under her feet, and she jumped in front of him with an arrow step, blocking the attack of the long sword for him.
The sword light flashed in front of his eyes instantly, blood splattered everywhere.
"No..." His lips trembled, and he roared in a sad and dull voice, and immediately caught her falling figure with both hands.
She lay dying in his arms, with a drop of bright red blood flowing out of the corner of her mouth, looking into his frightened eyes, tears falling from the corners of her eyes, her face felt cold, a sad and sad smile appeared on her lips, and she faintly said: "Zi Yang... Falling in love between a human and a monster is, after all... Impossible."
The calamity of the mortal world, the sorrow and separation, the lingering love and hatred.
Heaven is not old, love is hard to break, and the fate of nine generations is unfavorable.
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