Song Wenjing said with a smile, a hint of cleverness and playfulness in her smile.

"I can tell you want to die, but I don't know whether I should persuade you to live."

Chu Yao looked at her quietly, thought for a moment, and said so.

"It's impossible to survive. The purpose of most life forms in this world is to allow the genes of the species to continue to reproduce. As the last Feather Spirit, I have lost the meaning of continuing to live."

"Besides, I killed human scientists, engineers, and so many innocent people. How could the powerful people of the human race allow me to continue living?"

"What do you think?"

Chu Yao was silent.

This topic is too heavy.

I was so heavy that I couldn't answer at all.

"Okay, let's not talk about these unhappy things. Can I hug you?"

Song Wenjing spread her wings and slowly walked in front of Chu Yao.

Her slender, pure wings, like an exquisitely wrapped gift, gently embraced Chu Yao.

Chu Yao felt the warmth.

Originally, his muscles were tense, for fear that Song Wenjing would cause trouble again and set him off.

But inexplicably, I gradually relaxed.

It feels great.

"Do you want my wings?"

Song Wenjing suddenly spoke, her eyes suddenly turned red, filled with tears, and fell.

After asking the question, she spoke first without waiting for Chu Yao to answer.

"Never mind. I don't want to know."

"Chu Yao, I wish you will always be a clean young man, and I also wish you will become the pride of the human race one day."

"I should go now. Someone's already outside."

She tapped Chu Yao's lips lightly.

Then... floating in the air.

With its wings spread out, it leaped like a man crucified, and white flames began to burn all over its body.

"Don't……"

Chu Yao didn't even finish a word.

In the blink of an eye, she turned into smoke.

Two transparent wings, like a butterfly in the bleak autumn wind, floated down to the ground weakly.

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