Pan Shu looked up at the young man with a frighteningly pale face in a daze, and her vision gradually became blurred.

She touched Jiang Zhan's face.

There was no warmth at all, and her fingertips trembled with cold.

Pan Shu opened her mouth, but her throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and gradually she felt a little suffocated.

"Your Highness..." The young man swallowed his Adam's apple, "Don't cry."

Pan Shu looked at him in confusion, and then she realized that her cheeks were cold, and the wet liquid flowed down her jaw and hit the boy's delicate and slightly concave collarbone.

"……sorry."

That's all she could say.

The boy's wrist bone was pierced by the arrow, and he raised his other hand with difficulty.

He dipped his fingertips in blood and gently touched Banshu's eyebrows.

Just like a dot of cinnabar between Jiang Zhan's eyebrows.

"Your Highness, don't abandon Jiang Zhan..." Jiang Zhan gradually couldn't hear anything, and his eyes were dim. He couldn't even see his Highness clearly. Only then did he feel a huge panic in his heart that had not been seen for a long time.

"In the next life...will Jiang Zhan still be able to find His Highness?"

He looked at his highness hopefully.

Jiang Zhan really wanted his prince to take him away.

No matter where you go.

But his Highness remained silent, and said silently, "I'm sorry, Jiang Zhan, I owe you."

The young man slowly closed his heavy eyes. How could she owe him anything?

It was Jiang Zhan who had been pestering her shamelessly, trying his best to gain her mercy.

Jiang Zhan knows it.

This massacre was planned by His Highness.

That night, he heard it, and Shen Zhuo asked her, "How are you going to leave?"

The girl's voice was calm, almost cruel. "I have already chosen the new Emperor of the Holy Abyss and carefully trained her for three years. She is more suitable than me... As for me, just consider me dead."

So. It turns out that His Highness had already planned to leave since Gu Chi rebelled.

Poor Jiang Zhan was still kneeling on the mat happily, begging him to be with His Highness forever.

Jiang Zhan vaguely caught a glimpse of the Buddha's maxims.

Love someone.

It turns out that it is really as painful as shedding a layer of skin.

But Jiang Zhan does not blame His Highness.

Jiang Zhan only asks His Highness to take him away.

When the young monk first saw his Majesty when he came down the mountain, he was destined to fall because of her.

Before the dawn——

The young man died quietly in his Highness's arms. His brows and eyelashes were soft.

As beautiful as a little jade-carved Bodhisattva.

Pan Shu raised her eyes to the black-clad shadow guard who was leading the group not far away, and nodded slightly.

The shadow guard drew his bow and arrow.

The sharp arrow instantly pierced Banshu's heart.

This time, there was no young man named Jiang Zhan to help her block it.

It turns out it hurts so much.

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and took a last look at the young man lying quietly on the green tile steps. She vaguely heard two desperate and shrill roars.

Before she completely lost consciousness, Panshu turned her head.

I saw Qi Yu staggering towards me.

He fell several times, his shoes were gone, tears were on his face, and his eyes were red and desperate.

And what about Gu Chi?

He looked at her coldly, as if he had expected this.

But in his eyes, tears fell dully down his jaw and fell to the ground.

He vomited a lot of blood.

The next second, Pan Shu heard the indifferent mechanical sound of the system.

[Has the host left the mission plane? ]

Pan Shu silently said "yes" in her heart.

Then he completely lost all consciousness.