Long Night

"Death is a martyrdom, even if you are not destined by fate." Ye Minngling struggled to pull out the twin swords that penetrated the young man's chest and clicked his tongue, "Damn it, it seems I am going to die here." Ji Sheng sighed helplessly and said, "Go quickly, you shouldn't stay here." As soon as he finished speaking, he was swallowed up by the little flower. Ye Mingling gritted her teeth and used her last strength to split the bloody flower field. "What is this?" Before her consciousness dissipated, dots of golden light danced around her, just like the glow that leaked from the crack when Ji Sheng slashed the night with his sword in Yanshan Mountain. She suddenly remembered that Ji Sheng was originally a great swordsman with great glory, and he was her master...