Chapter 97 Chapter 97 Farewell to lover.
Gu Huaijin is dead.
She couldn't believe it.
She actually did it and actually did it.
She woke up as if from a dream, collapsed on the couch, and found that her mood seemed to be calm, but something hot was crackling and falling out of her eye sockets.
She took it with her palm doubtfully, and it was blood.
Great, it’s the poison of the seven-wood fragrant wood.
Only then did she realize that her breathing had become choked and she seemed to be twitching.
It’s because it’s too cold in Lan Pavilion.
She got off the couch, her skirt lingering over the things on the ground she didn't want to think about. She gathered her clothes and hurriedly pushed open the door of the Lan Pavilion.
I walked all the way to the wooden stake where the iron chain was tied.
She said, "Mist Blade."
No one replied.
She closed her eyes, her teeth chattering as she trembled. "Wu Dao, go get me the Mountain Guarding Jade Plate."
Still no one answered.
She became angry: "Mist Blade!"
Wu Dao still didn't reply.
Maybe Gu Huaijin caught Wu Dao. This dog deserved it.
Her eyes suddenly froze for a moment, and two round beads of blood as big as coral beads flowed out of her eyes.
The fireworks on the Qiqiao Festival are deafening.
No. Where is Wu Dao? He must be here, on this mountain, even...
Even...even Li Xuanbai didn't realize that no one on this mountain had the ability to catch him.
Why isn't he here? He said he'd catch up, but he didn't. Is it because Hanxue Peak is too difficult to climb, so he didn't come?
He must be there. If he's not, what is she doing?
——No. Killing him was for her own sake.
For some reason, she burst into a wry chuckle like a ghost, and the blood in her eyes splattered, staining her collar red.
It’s better not to be here.
He was not there, so he did not see how she was kissing... that man and how she was moaning helplessly because of him.
If she had known he wasn't there, she could have cried whenever she wanted, and she wouldn't have had to wear a pair of seven-ebony wood earrings and cover her face with blood...
There was nothing to hide. She hadn't meant to cry.
She slowly squatted down, hugged her knees and buried her head in them.
The mountain breeze caressed her long hair.
She looked at her own blood, one drop at a time, soaking her clothes to her knees.
Each one is round and slowly blooms.
Round and red, it reminded her of the two halves of a monkey's butt she had sewn together for Bai Tang.
This won't work.
She stood up.
The mountain-guarding jade plaque is still inside.
Now, she was still a little confused and numb, and she had to take advantage of this numbness to go in and get it as soon as possible.
If I don’t take it now, I will be even more afraid to take it.
She made up her mind.
Pushing open the wooden door of Lan Pavilion, there was a creaking sound.
Everything she was familiar with just now, the old but neat tables and chairs, the flat and hard wooden couch, and the bookshelves filled with yellowed classics, appeared before her eyes again.
And, that on the ground—
She took a look, but didn't dare to look again, so she stepped back outside.
He covered his chest and looked around.
Why have you become so timid and so scared?
Just one, just one——
die--
She couldn't think any more, so she leaned against the wall and started wailing.
How could she really do such a thing? Why on earth did she—
She squatted down and buried her face in her hands. Tears mixed with blood slid down her wrists and into her sleeves, leaving her feeling cold.
Lan Pavilion, quiet.
In the sky, the fireworks in the market at the foot of the mountain have not stopped yet, but they are only blooming at the foot of the mountain. The light is so faint that it seems like splashing water drops. She is a person who has lost her way in the desert. She can only watch from afar. Even if she dies, she will not be able to reach them.
Why are some people born free?
Why did she try her best and use all means, but only managed to send away those she wanted to keep one by one?
Why must there be fireworks in this world, why must there be lovers, why can lovers in this world become couples.
Can all lovers die?
She bit her own palm, leaving a bleeding crescent-shaped tooth mark.
After an unknown amount of time, she finally began to feel the headache brought by the Seven Black Fragrance Wood.
The pain sobered her up a little.
This won't do. The person is already—the person is already gone. At least, the mission must be completed.
The fourth circle of the Shenluo Division must be drawn without any flaws.
She mustered up her courage and stood up, only to find that her vision was blacking out and she was too dizzy to stand.
She leaned against the wall and forced herself to slow down.
He pushed open the wooden door again.
She stepped in.
The second time, she was finally not afraid anymore. Although she still didn't dare to look closely at the ground..., she finally stepped in and walked to the stool she had just pulled out.
With your back to him.
She didn't know how much courage she mustered before she dared to turn around slightly.
He...he fell to the ground.
The ground...the ground is cold.
She didn't know why she thought this.
In front of him, in front of his eyes that were distracted but still extremely beautiful, she decided not to cry anymore no matter what.
She was the one who did it, so why is she still pretending to be so hypocritical? If people have souls, would they be moved when they see her like this?
I'll just hate her.
That's good too.
At least, he hated her in front of the King of Hell, not in front of her.
She's quick and she does it well.
She sobbed hard for a moment, two beads of blood hanging on her chin, and turned around to look at him.
She was still confused for a moment when she saw that the person who loved her so much was indifferent when he saw her crying.
She bit her lip, digging her nails into her palms, squatted down, and moved closer to him little by little.
But I didn't dare look at him.
She took out a dagger from her sleeve, and with trembling hands, she picked up the jade token hanging on his chest and cut the rope.
After taking the jade token, he planned to leave.
But still stopped.
The jade token was still warm, and the edge hurt her palm.
After this departure, we will never see each other again.
Who was he? He would go to paradise after his death. Hidden Dragon Pond had already told her exactly where she would go after her death. If there was another life, she would be lucky enough to be reborn as an animal beside him.
Once that sword is struck, whether we live or die, we will never see each other again in this life or the next.
Well, she also had a few final words to say.
She turned back and squatted before him again. This time, she finally dared to take a good look at him.
There was no surprise or wonder in his eyes, only endless confusion.
She said, "Huaijin, you are good in every way, but there is one thing, do you know what it is?"
"—You don't love yourself enough."
"It's okay to be a sect, but why put me before yourself? I'm not worthy. You can't pin your hopes on another person. Everyone should love themselves first."
Gu Huaijin can't hear now.
In the past, even if he heard it, he couldn't understand it.
"Huai Jin, it's not that I haven't loved you."
She murmured, closed her eyes, and kissed his long, sluggish eyelashes.
"So, hate me."
"But you must remember, if there is a next life—"
"—In your next life, live for yourself. Not for your teachers, not for your sect, not for others, only for yourself."
Gu Huaijin lowered his head, not moved.
It would be fine if he wasn't moved, they were completely different people.
After finishing what she needed to say, Nan Qiong Shuang stood up and finally looked at him deeply for a moment.
"I'm sorry." She said, "Goodbye, Huaijin."
After saying that, he walked out without looking back.
Our fate has ended in this life.
I hope he has a better lover in his next life.
He's such a good guy, he will have it.
Nan Qiong Shuang squatted beside the iron chain, not knowing how long she had been waiting.
Wu Dao said that after she succeeded, she would take the iron chains to Chaoyao Peak, but she forgot that the iron chains were originally difficult to use. It was night and the dew was heavy. The three iron chains were hidden in the clouds and mist, and could not even be seen clearly.
With her skills as a graduate of Ji Le Tang, how could she cross these three iron chains by herself?
She had no choice but to wait by the wooden stake where the iron chain was tied.
She didn't know how long she had been waiting, she only knew that she felt numb inside and didn't dare to think too much.
Just wait, just wait.
When the sun rises, it's all over.
She didn't know how long she had been waiting at the end of the chain. Finally, the sky began to turn white, and the dark night sky opened a thin edge.
She stood up.
The mountain wind at dawn is exceptionally cold, scraping against one's skin like a knife.
She held out her hand. The fallen petals of the Tianshan Mountains fluttered and scattered, dancing before her as usual. She gently caught them in her palm and examined them carefully.
It's daybreak, time to go down the mountain.
She finally, finally turned around.
The Lan Pavilion was still behind her, with the brocade curtain hanging straight and quietly, as if it were a play that had once been grand and exciting, but after all parties finished their performances, it came to an end.
He stayed in that scene forever.
Someone who will always care for her, cherish her, and always stand in front of her.
She closed her eyes.
Suddenly, in the peripheral vision, the mandala purple brocade curtain seemed to move slightly.
She opened her eyes wide in panic.
Is it her illusion? Or?
Or was it blown by the wind and moved a little?
After years of career as an assassin, she is used to not letting go of anything suspicious.
However, she seemed to have no strength to go back to the Lan Pavilion.
Forget it. What else can I do?
She turned around and looked again at the iron chain floating up and down in the chaotic clouds.
As the sky brightened a little, the outline of the iron chain gradually became visible, but the mountain fog was still heavy, and she was unsure and hesitated.
Suddenly, almost instantly, she noticed a living person behind her.
She turned around suddenly, the spider silk in her palm ready to go, her eyes wandering over the iron chain connecting Hanxue Peak and Yuxiao Peak.
Could it be that Gu Huaijin had already seen through her identity and lured her into a trap, and when the time came, the people in ambush rushed out?
But - the three iron chains on the other side were still swaying in the wind, with only the rattling sound of the chains.
Where are all the people?
The brocade curtain of Lan Pavilion was suddenly opened a little.
A gray hand stretched out, its joints pale and veins bulging, grabbed the shaking brocade curtain and ripped half of it off.
The brocade curtain suddenly tilted down.
The hand behind the curtain had no leverage, stumbled, and held on to the door frame tightly.
The door frame bent and cracked in an instant.
Nan Qiong Shuang felt as if she had fallen into an icy cave.
Under the brocade curtain, a ghostly figure walked out slowly and dying.
Gu Huaijin covered his left chest, hunched over, and stood leaning against the door, his face looking like a piece of wet and torn paper.
Even so, I tried my best and walked out step by step.
Under the moonlight, he shook his head lightly and looked into her eyes painfully, "Jiaojiao, why..."
That look was mournful and desolate.
She couldn't stand seeing Gu Huaijin. Now she couldn't stand seeing Gu Huaijin anymore.
When he reacted again, the person had already rushed onto the iron chain.
But he completely forgot that there was still morning dew on the iron chain.
Her feet were empty.
The mighty wind from the vast valley roared up into the sky, and her clothes were blown all over the place, like a shooting star with a white tail.
With her long hair flying, she looked back one last time.
Gu Huaijin had already rushed over, his expression almost terrifying:
"Bright and clear——"
She had never seen him lose his composure like this.
At dawn, she looked calmly at the blue sky that had not yet brightened.
——The Taoist priest said, I am going to have a great disaster.
It turns out that I was the one who died in this dead end.
Okay.
Good people live long, it is a blessing.
But Gu Huaijin.
In the golden light of dawn, she looked into his hysterical eyes.
Let me look at you again, let me remember you.
--Then.
She closed her eyes and fell straight down from the heavy clouds and fog.
——Then, forget me.
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