Looking up, he suddenly saw Nangong Ziyan and Wuguzi entangled together, surrounded by a dazzling array of colors that enveloped Nangong Ziyan completely. He had never seen such a strange cultivation level before.
"Yan'er".
Just as he was wondering, Wuguzi fell straight down, landing not far from Dongfang Yifei, and suddenly coughed up several mouthfuls of blood.
Wuguzi struggled to get up, his eyes filled with terror as he looked at Nangong Ziyan who was getting closer to him, his face showing an unprecedented fear.
Dongfang Yifei turned around and glared angrily at Wuguzi.
He put down the already dead Ximen Qingtian, instantly teleported to Wuguzi's side, his face grim, and grabbed the pained Wuguzi.
"You little bastard, how dare you try to play tricks on me."
As Dongfang Yifei shook him violently, Wuguzi felt as if his internal organs were about to come out.
"You, let go."
"Let go, humph! Since you're doomed, give me your cultivation! With your cultivation, I can kill Bei Ming Haotian and avenge you."
"What? Dongfang Yifei, you...you?"
Wuguzi was terrified and tried to break free from Dongfang Yifei's grasp, but Dongfang Yifei would not let him succeed.
Just as Wuguzi was filled with fear, it was as if all the strength in his body had been drained, and his cultivation was constantly being transferred into Dongfang Yifei's body.
Upon seeing this, Nangong Ziyan focused her gaze and quickly attacked Dongfang Yifei. However, Dongfang Yifei, who was absorbing cultivation power, was in a daze and used the cultivation power transferred from Wuguzi to fiercely attack Nangong Ziyan. Everything happened so suddenly that in an instant, Nangong Ziyan's body suddenly fell backward.
"Yan'er".
"Yan'er".
"Mother."
Bei Ming Haotian was horrified and quickly flew over to catch Nangong Ziyan.
Nangong Jiayi followed closely behind.
Tian Nanxing shook his head painfully, his shoulders drooping weakly. He really hoped that the girl would stay at the bottom of the cliff and not come out, because coming out would cost him his life.
Looking at the dying person in his arms, Bei Ming Haotian felt an overwhelming sense of oppression, making even the air feel heavy.
Those red eyes were alluring, cold, and cruel; at that moment, he truly resembled the devil people spoke of.
"Yan'er, how are you?"
Bei Ming Haotian shouted anxiously, his deep red eyes looking at the frail woman in his arms, as if she would disappear in an instant, and his heart was filled with even greater fear.
"Hao, Haotian, you've arrived."
Nangong Ziyan opened her eyes with some difficulty; she really didn't even have the strength to open her eyelids. This feeling of powerlessness terrified her.
"Yan'er, what have you done? What have you done to yourself?"
As her breath grew weaker and weaker, fear filled Bei Ming Haotian's deep red eyes, and terror overwhelmed his entire being.
"Haotian, take good care of Yi'er and Lele. I... I forgive you! I really forgive you...!"
Nangong Ziyan was weak and could barely utter a complete sentence.
"Mother..." Nangong Jiayi knelt down to Nangong Ziyan's hand, his little face filled with pain.
"Yi'er, I'm sorry..." Before she could finish her sentence, blood gushed out, and tears mixed with her own, blurring her vision.
"Yan'er..."
"Yan'er..."
Bei Ming Haotian kept wiping away the gushing blood with his hands, holding Nangong Ziyan's body without daring to move an inch. The bright red blood stained their clothes, appearing particularly dazzling under the setting sun.
"Yan'er, you can't be hurt, you absolutely can't be hurt, you understand?"
Bei Ming Haotian cried out helplessly, his eyes filled with pain and despair, yet his love was as deep as the sea. Yan'er had already lost his heart to him. Without her by his side, he would truly go mad. They had just reunited, and the thought of her being by his side from now on filled him with a happy smile as he walked.
For years, he loved her so much that he was completely infatuated. He had long been hopelessly infatuated, and in the days of patiently waiting for her to grow up, his heart was always filled with sweetness.
With red eyes, Nangong Ziyan said that saying she wanted to die was a lie. She really didn't want to die. Over the years, she had worked hard to cultivate so that she could stay by his side forever. But now... Nangong Ziyan closed her eyes helplessly, and a tear rolled down her cheek, burning everyone's eyes.
"Yan'er." Bei Ming Haotian's beautiful face was contorted in pain as he murmured the name of the person he loved, tearing his heart apart. "Yan'er, I love you so much, you can't just leave me like this, you can't be so cruel..."
Bei Ming Haotian was in unbearable pain, and the lifeless figure made him clearly understand what had happened to her.
Tian Haoze looked dejected. It was all his fault. He had clearly noticed that something was wrong with Yan'er, but he hadn't stopped her. What was Haotian going to do now?
The magic of love can bring sadness, sweetness, despair, and happiness. It was because of Yan'er's appearance that Haotian understood these things. The warmth and joy that Yan'er brought him were unprecedented, and Haotian knew all too well how much he cherished her.
"Mother, Mother, say something, Mother!"
Nangong Jiayi cried out in fear; this was the first time he had ever appeared so weak.
Her delicate face was as elegant as a chrysanthemum, and her eyes remained tightly closed.
"Yan'er..."
"Yan'er..."
Everyone's face was filled with grief.
Tian Nanxing walked over and patted Bei Minghaotian on the shoulder.
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