The ups and downs and pauses of Jingxuan made the elder sister feel that she was deliberately mysterious, because she was always running the power in her body as if to delay time. At present, she had broken free from the restraints and just stood there without moving.

Raise your hand, thousands of peach blossoms come, the eldest sister warns:

"Just stay here and you still have a chance of survival."

"I don't want to live, and I won't let you take me away."

"That's not up to you!"

The peach petals rotated, trying to wrap around Qingxuan, but the latter's strong resistance made it difficult to move once it reached her waist.

"Do you know why you couldn't sense the black energy and demonic power in my body last time I was in the Wuwang Mansion?"

The eldest sister frowned and slowed down the speed of straightening her fingers. But Jingxuan released the power in her body in an instant and wrapped the prince beside her. He wanted to leave some suspense for the eldest sister, and the words were unclear, so as to arouse people's curiosity and caution. And she would die here, and she was ready to sacrifice.

In the end, she could be said to have fought for a great cause her entire life, but before she died, there was still something she had to accomplish.

The black air formed a ball, covering the prince. Madam Jialing looked at him and almost collapsed and shouted his name. The only one who could hear it was Ah Zhu beside him, as it could not reach the sky.

"With Senior Sister here, nothing will happen!"

The eldest sister is not a god. In order to avoid hurting innocent people and prevent Jingxuan from escaping, she used most of her strength to create this space. Correspondingly, her strength has decreased. Otherwise, Jingxuan would not be able to do such a thing at this time.

Peach blossoms followed the wind, and when Madam Jialing collapsed to the ground, they moved around the sphere, wrapped it, and tried to break it. Even though the eldest sister's strength was only 30% of her original body at this time, she was still able to disintegrate the black energy bit by bit. She could make it collapse instantly, but the cost was too high, and if that happened, Jingxuan would most likely die. The latter deserved to die, the demonic path might have fallen into it accidentally, but the black energy was definitely actively introduced into the body. But no matter how damned it was, it was not at this time.

The eldest sister needed to get news about her companions from Jingxuan. So far, people with the black energy magic are rarely found, and even if they are found, they are rarely captured alive. Therefore, her life is needed. But as the peach blossom gradually devours the black ball, Jingxuan is preparing for her final farewell.

A stream of black air was pulled out of the prince's body, causing him to sweat all over and feel pain, as if his life was being taken away. He resisted, and words popped out from between his teeth, extremely powerfully.

"What do you want?"

The prince now regretted that he should not have known Qingxuan and had been involved in her corruption because he was too greedy. But it was too late to realize this now.

"Don't kill me!"

His voice was hoarse, and the pain was getting more and more intense. If he were an ordinary general, he would have fainted at this time. But he gritted his teeth and begged for mercy with his last breath. He didn't want to die, but he felt that a part of his body was forcibly torn apart, as if he had lost something extremely important. He felt like blood was flowing on the surface of his body, and every time it slid, he was closer to death.

Is this my fate? I can't accept this. I can't accept this!

The prince felt that the armor on his body was very heavy, and his body was very soft, as if he had no bones. But Jingxuan didn't want to hurt him, she just pulled out all the power and stuffed it into her body. She swallowed the power of the black energy magic in one gulp, and some anxiety appeared on her little face in the darkness. Zuo Xiufang's strength was too strong, and the ball would be torn apart in just five minutes. She only had five minutes left, and she had to finish her story.

In the darkness, Jingxuan became her innocent self again. She held the prince's face with both hands and said solemnly:

"When we first met, I knew we were going to be discovered. This world may seem bright, but not all light is correct. The black energy and magic power I gave you did not invade your mind. Now I have taken them all back. If she asks about it in the future, you can say that I controlled you. She will believe it, because in their eyes, people with black energy and magic power are all unforgivable bastards. No matter what, we can do it."

The prince was stunned. When he opened his eyes, his eyelashes were covered with sweat. They dripped into his eyes, causing pain, like salt on a wound. But why was Jingxuan... different from what he thought?

"You... didn't want to kill me?"

Jingxuan suddenly smiled, her smile was stunning, like a tiny flower blooming in the midst of a battlefield filled with smoke and flames. The flower was pure, without a speck of dust on it. It emerged from the dirty, blood-soaked crimson ground, without being stained at all. It actively grew upwards, unrestrained by anything.

"Fool, why would I kill you?"

Jingxuan stepped forward and kissed the prince. This kiss was a farewell between life and death, a separation from each other, a bond from the past, and a continuation of ambition.

There was no strange smell or stench in the kiss, and there was nothing wrong. Instead, it was just like the prince taking a nap on her legs when he was tired, and it was indescribably comfortable. But the faint fragrance gradually left him, and after this short kiss, there was nothing else, just a complicated confrontation.

"Is the reason you came to me true?"

This was the question the prince cared about the most. At this time, he asked it again and said that he should think it over before answering. Jingxuan smiled, nodded, and said it was true.

At this moment, the prince was in tears. He had asked this question many times, including the last time when Zuo Xiufang stood above the Wuwang Mansion. But the first time he asked it was a long time ago. That was the first time Jingxuan showed her magic power. She wanted to use it to help him. The prince asked why and what her intention was. At that time, Jingxuan said:

"The devil may not be a good thing, but we are not good people either, otherwise why would a war break out? War and death are equal. But a man should have great ambitions and it is not too much to dominate the world. I dare to ask, the Eastern Great Xia, the Southern Kingdom, the bullets shooting, the barbarians Gou Longbang, the cowardly Tian Meng, which one is the enemy of Nan Shang? Although His Highness King Wu is not an emperor, he has lived in the palace for a long time. How does he know about the hardships of His Highness? Your Highness has the heart of an emperor, and you should have counselors to assist you and generals to protect you. I came to your side just to help you become king and help you ascend the throne!"

Standing on the top of the mountain that day, the two of them looked out over the world. Although their words were disobedient, what was moving was true love.

At that moment, Jingxuan was so moved that she forgot that this was her mission. But regardless of whether she was moved or not, she completed her mission very well. From the moment the prince said "Call me Jingqi from now on", she succeeded, and since then, she has never failed.

Tears were dripping in the darkness, Jingxuan saw it and asked him:

"Will you continue to lead the troops and fulfill your ambitions?"

"Can I do it without you?"

Over the years, he has traveled far and wide, but the land he has actually occupied is still only the three major cities of Daxia, which is less than one thousandth of his ambition. But this is still under the assistance of Jingxuan. If she leaves, I am afraid the situation will be worse.

"After I leave, you don't have to be so cautious. Show your ambition and bravery! The army that has been trained long ago can only be effective in your hands. Your journey has just begun."

The darkness around him was getting less and less, but the prince looked anxious. This was the saddest time for him since he was close to the light.

"And you?"

“To heaven.”

Jingxuan felt that she could go to heaven instead of hell, although what she was about to do was still a sin.

"Just now, when I pulled the black energy and the power of the devil out of your body, I left some wounds. It may be a little painful for a while, so please bear with it."

The softer her tone, the more painful the separation that followed. The darkness was broken, and the prince saw a ray of light pink, which shone from the outside world. He quickly peeled off the eggshell and wanted to take out the two chicks. Seeing it coming, Jingxuan said no more nonsense, and her palm fell on the prince's chest, and suddenly shot out from the rolling peach blossoms.

The peach blossom was shattered, causing the eldest sister to frown. It was really sad that a prince had become a container for her to store the power of the black energy and magic. But even with this power, she couldn't escape!

When the eldest sister flew away, Taohua tore the black eggshell into pieces and followed her, but the prince fell from the sky, causing Madam Jialing to shout nervously:

"Jing Qi!"

She was terrified before, fearing that the prince would die in the dark, but he was still moving his arms, so he should not be dead. Don't die, the lady, who had changed into a tight suit, stood up from the ground and ran towards the direction where Wang Jingqi fell. Ah Zhu was in front of him and wanted to catch him, but she was not fast enough and watched him fall to the ground.

Ah Zhu stopped where he was, a little scared. If he fell to his death, it would be a tragic end for Madam Jialing and him. They had finally driven away the vixen around him, but he died like this. Ah Zhu underestimated the prince's tenacious vitality. Anyone who has been on the battlefield will have an extremely tenacious vitality.

The moment Jingxuan left, Wang Jingqi felt a stinging pain all over his body, as if he was pricked by a needle. The stinging pain spread all over his body, causing half of his teeth to be bitten off, but it was still not enough to resist the pain.

"Jing Qi!"

Wang Jingqi was lying on the ground, with short green grass behind him. It was like a warm blanket, but now it was a green slurry, staining his cloak and making it difficult to wash off. The black cloak became a coffin for silence, but the lady Jialing pointed to by one corner was running towards him with tears streaming down her face.

She hurriedly knelt down beside Wang Jingqi, and only stopped crying when she saw that he was still with his eyes open. But the sob in her throat was as uncomfortable as swallowing a sharp needle.

"Jingqi, are you okay? Are you okay?"

The lady's tears fell on the prince's armor and body, one drop after another, but he just said:

"Help me up."

Madam did as she was told, without realizing why Jing Qi was not surprised that she was here. He just rested his head on Madam's warm embrace, looking at the two figures in the sky. Compared to the darkness, the peach petals were much more beautiful, but his eyes were always directed towards the darkness, as if his heart was hooked by it.

Madam Jialing was weak, and after just a while of holding her in this position, Wang Jingqi's cold sweat and her own sweat soaked his chest and sleeves. He lay half of his body backward, giving all his weight to Madam behind him. Jialing's breathing became obviously difficult, but Jingqi just said lightly:

"Don't move."

His voice was very low, but it still couldn't hide the coldness. Jialing was stunned in place, not daring to move, but when she lowered her head stiffly and looked at Wang Jingqi in her arms, she seemed to understand something. Someone who doesn't love you will never love you at any time. He might rather find someone else than fall in love with himself.

Jialing sat under the shade of peach blossoms, her face was extremely dazed, and there was no spirit in her eyes. True despair probably wasn't something that could be achieved through a single setback, but through countless hopes and disappointments. How could a weak woman like her withstand such a cycle?