Even when everything goes smoothly, things don't always turn out as expected. Shui Wuhen shook his head.

"Not leaving? Why won't you leave?" Ji Xiaoxiao tugged at Shui Wuhen's collar.

Shui Wuhen and Ji Xiaoxiao are both stubborn people who won't turn back until they hit a wall.

"Little White!" Shui Wuhen suddenly shouted, startling Ji Xiaoxiao.

Shui Wuhen cupped Ji Xiaoxiao's face, kissed her solemnly, and whispered, "Xiaobai."

As soon as she finished speaking, a huge black hole inexplicably appeared behind Ji Xiaoxiao. Shui Wuhen's face turned pale, but his eyes held a smile. He pushed her away with his backhand, the meaning of which was self-evident.

"I can't escape now, Xiaobai." Shui Wuhen smiled dejectedly.

Ji Xiaoxiao's secret technique was destroyed by Shui Wuhen, and the characters also disappeared. Lightning bolts from the sky struck one after another, and mysterious holy runes were engraved all over Shui Wuhen's body.

"Live well, and don't seek revenge for me." A fierce wind blew and lightning flashed, illuminating Shui Wuhen's pale face, where two wet streaks rippled with joy and sorrow.

The black hole's suction was immense, and Ji Xiaoxiao tried her best to resist, but only managed to slow her descent.

"Shui Wuhen, come with me, come with me!" Ji Xiaoxiao desperately reached out to Shui Wuhen.

“Xiao Bai, it’s not because I love you that I hurt you and saved you, it’s just because I don’t love you anymore, so I don’t want you to die. I won’t go with you. I’ve fought against the Heavenly Dao for countless lifetimes, and now it’s time for me to understand all of this.” Shui Wuhen spoke very quickly.

"It's okay if you don't love me, just come with me, okay?" Ji Xiaoxiao pleaded. "I've chased you for three lifetimes, I beg you, please don't leave me, I just want to be with you."

Shui Wuhen's face stiffened, and he slightly extended his hand before immediately withdrawing it.

I dare not touch it, dare not get close to it, dare not even hope to be with it.

"Xiao Bai, if... I mean if, if I hadn't been Ling Zun Mo Ran back then, would you still love me?" Shui Wuhen asked tremblingly.

"Yes," Ji Xiaoxiao replied hastily, afraid she wouldn't see Shui Wuhen.

Shui Wuhen smiled and said, "That's good."

With a thud, and a light, effortless palm strike, Shui Wuhen sent Ji Xiaoxiao plunging into the abyss of endless hell.

Through the gradually closing black hole, Ji Xiaoxiao's last sight was of the Qing Shui Sect disciples who had rushed over, slowly devouring Shui Wuhen's flesh until it was a bloody mess. And what she saw next was Shui Wuhen's satisfied, contented smile, a smile that would haunt her for the rest of her life.

---Aside---

The "torturous" story has officially come to an end! Hooray!

This was the first time Xiaoming had written such a complicated story, and he almost broke down!

Please give me flowers! Please give me flowers! The story is finished, please give me flowers!