The silver figure and the black figure rushed into the crowd at the same time, arriving at the location of Bei Feng and Bei Yan.
It is King's Landing and the Northern War.
As demonic power continuously drained from his body, Bei Yan struggled to open his eyes and look at the newcomer.
When his gaze fell upon Junlin's face, the corners of his lips curled up: "You've come. I've been waiting for you, but... I think I'm about to die..."
She reached out to grasp Bei Yan's hand, but instead grabbed a blurry image. Her silver eyes shattered as if they were cracking open, filled with pain, heartbreak, despair... countless emotions spreading and spreading within them.
"No, you won't die! I won't let you die. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm late, I'm late, I'm so sorry..."
"Get out!" Bei Feng's painful roar echoed throughout the room.
Bei Feng slapped Jun Lin away with one hand, and held Bei Yan in his other arm. He was trembling all over, and hot tears kept streaming down his face.
Bei Zhan's eyes reddened, and veins bulged on his forehead. Bei Yan had never seen his father cry before, but he saw it now.
In an instant, thunder roared across the demon realm, a fierce wind arose, and torrential rain poured down!
A series of bright flashes exploded, illuminating the entire demon realm.
The world changed color!
"Father, elder brother, don't be sad. It's all my fault for being so stupid. I forgot to use my demonic power to open the sword..."
Bei Yan tried to comfort the two of them, her face pale and extremely weak.
Seeing the sword aimed at his elder brother, he panicked and, without thinking, instinctively rushed down to shield his brother.
"Don't talk, Daddy will take you home. Daddy will ask that old man Yao Jin to save you. Be good, be good, don't sleep, don't sleep!"
Every word Bei Zhan uttered trembled; the once high and mighty King of the Demon Realm was now like a helpless child.
It was as if he had returned to the moment when Jia Hua's soul returned to the past. Bei Zhan's heart trembled. No, no, this can't be!
We cannot let that tragedy repeat itself. Yan'er, Yan'er of him and Jia Hua, cannot be harmed!
Absolutely not!
Bei Yan struggled to raise her hand, wanting to wipe away Bei Zhan's tears, only to find that her hand passed right through Bei Zhan's face.
"It's just a blur... Daddy, Big Brother, please take good care of yourselves, then Yan'er will be at ease. Yan'er is sleepy and wants to sleep for a while."
As the last syllable fell, Bei Yan's body turned into a phantom and gradually dissipated.
Only a single, glossy black dragon scale remained, lying quietly in Bei Feng's palm, emitting a soft, shimmering light.
"Little sister!"
"Yan'er!"
*
Bei Yan's fingers gently traced the fiery red petals of the crabapple blossom, a bitter smile playing on her lips.
"Although I don't know why I came back to life, since I'm alive..."
I don't want to repeat the same mistake. They're right, immortals and demons have been irreconcilable enemies since ancient times. You should leave.
Junlin's body suddenly stiffened, and his thin lips twitched a few times, as if making a final struggle:
"What about our relationship across three lifetimes?"
Bei Yan's dark, bright eyes flickered slightly, a hint of pain welling up within them, only to be quickly concealed:
Let's just consider it a dream.
Although she didn't know why she had to reincarnate three times, she was already content to have stolen three lifetimes to love and stay with him.
"A dream?" The voice was hoarse, each word filled with desolation, as if the heart was being slowly tortured and bleeding.
"Immortals and demons cannot coexist." Bei Yan looked away, avoiding Jun Lin's expression, afraid she wouldn't be able to control herself.
She couldn't resist being with Junlin regardless of everything, just like she had done millions of years ago, but she couldn't bear the consequences.
Fortunately, it was me who died that time. If it had been my older brother, I'm afraid I would have felt guilty for the rest of my life.
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