She used all her strength and all her supernatural powers to try to create a safe haven for Qin Qianluo.
She spread her beautiful and resilient wings, like a giant protective umbrella, trying to block the rain of artillery fire.
Her figure appeared so frail amidst the gunfire, yet so resolute, like an unyielding lighthouse.
Even when faced with the ferocious impact of raging winds and waves, we will never back down an inch.
But in the end, the relentless artillery fire was too fierce, like a surging tsunami, wave after wave, endless.
Despite her best efforts, Feng Qingyun was unable to completely defend against the attack.
In that tragic disaster, Feng Qingyun took the brunt of the attack to protect Qin Qianluo.
Her body was hit by artillery fire, and wounds spread rapidly across her body like grotesque cracks.
Blood gushed out like a spring, instantly staining her originally colorful feathers a shocking crimson.
Her consciousness gradually blurred amidst the excruciating pain, and the world before her eyes turned completely dark, as if the entire universe had fallen into an endless abyss at that moment.
Finally, she closed her eyes helplessly, filled with resentment and worry, and fell into a deep coma.
Unexpectedly, Feng Qingyun, who was in a coma, seemed to be drawn by a mysterious and powerful force, and for some reason, she miraculously remained in Qin Qianluo's soul.
As if the threads of fate were tightly bound together by an invisible hand at this moment, their destinies were more closely linked and could no longer be separated.
This mysterious force seemed to be an arrangement of fate, or an unknown bond, making them interdependent in the depths of their souls.
Time flows silently, like a babbling brook, never ceasing.
When Feng Qingyun slowly awoke again, what greeted her eyes was a heartbreakingly tragic scene—Qin Qianluo had suffered endless torment and died in agony.
Her body was cold and stiff, the breath of life had completely dissipated, leaving only a lifeless shell.
At that moment, anger burned fiercely in Feng Qingyun's heart like raging magma, almost completely devouring her reason.
Her eyes were bloodshot, burning with endless anger and grief, as if she wanted to burn the whole world to ashes to vent her hatred.
She let out a mournful cry, the sound echoing in the silent space, filled with endless pain and resentment.
However, her injuries had not fully healed, and her physical weakness was like a heavy shackle, tightly binding her strength.
At this moment, the power she could mobilize was extremely limited, like a bird with broken wings.
They were filled with grief and indignation, yet they could not spread their wings and fly high to change this cruel reality.
Left with no other choice, she could only muster the last bit of strength she had left.
Carrying Qin Qianluo's still-lingering soul, they hastily escaped this hopeless situation, embarking on yet another unknown journey of reincarnation.
Her heart was filled with confusion and fear about the future, but she knew that as long as Qin Qianluo's soul remained, there was still hope.
It was precisely because of Feng Qingyun's intervention, which disregarded life and death, that Qin Qianluo did not forget her past life's memories during the reincarnation process as usual.
Carrying the experiences, emotions, and pain of her past life, she became Qin Qianluo, who stands before everyone today.
Those memories from her past life were like precious treasures, deeply imprinted on her soul, shaping her unique personality and temperament.
After completing all of this, Feng Qingyun fell into a deep coma again due to excessive exertion and the pain of her injuries.
She slept quietly deep within Qin Qianluo's soul, as if she had fallen into an endless slumber.
She awaits the moment when fate awakens her again, and awaits the moment when she and Qin Qianluo face the challenges and unknowns of the future together once more.
In this deep sleep, her soul seemed to merge with Qin Qianluo's, both looking forward to a new beginning.
Su Jinyun and Qin Qianlu listened to Feng Qingyun's story with rapt attention and profound awe.
Those epic and fantastical past events, like a surging tide, swept over them relentlessly.
With each novel and shocking plot unfolding, they felt as if their minds were instantly swept into an unprecedented storm.
All sorts of intricate and bizarre information intertwined like leaves in a storm.
It made them dizzy and overwhelmed, and even gave them the illusion that their brains were completely inadequate.
This series of stories was so fantastical that it was beyond their previous understanding, as if it had broken free from ancient and mysterious mythological texts.
It's like a bizarre, fantastical dream, which involuntarily evokes a strong sense of disbelief deep within one's heart.
However, when they looked up at Feng Qingyun, they saw that her expression was solemn, as if she were carrying the weight of a thousand years of vicissitudes.
His eyes revealed a deep and undeniable seriousness and persistence, and his demeanor was definitely not one of fabricating absurd stories to attract attention.
Instead, they were genuinely recounting these incredible and gripping experiences, as if every word carried a deeply unforgettable past.
Qin Qianluo took a deep breath, trying to calm her chaotic thoughts, which felt as if they were entangled by countless threads.
She closed her eyes slightly, trying to unravel the massive amount of information she had just heard in her mind, attempting to find a clear thread from this tangled mess.
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