Xiyue advised him to conserve his strength and wait for the sect to send someone to rescue him.
"Brother, I know you can't accept the fact, but Junior Sister can't be still alive. Please don't waste your energy..."
Mu Feng vomited a pool of blood and lost feeling in his legs.
Xiyue couldn't stop Song Wenjing's persistence. He fell into a trance and even his magic sword couldn't bear the weight and finally fell to the ground.
He exhausted all his strength and fell heavily, just before closing his eyes.
The man caught a glimpse of the girl squatting in the corner, her body intact.
"Luckily you're okay."
Ruan Mian was not hurt at all, only his clothes were torn.
The girl bent down and picked up a jade hairpin in front of her. Her hand felt freezing cold, but there was no resentment attached to it.
"What's this?"
Xiao Yuan popped her head out, looked at the Tianluan Sect disciples in the distance, more than half of whom were dead or injured, and explained.
"The hairpin of the red ghost was left by Mei Niang. It will be good for you. Please accept it."
Ruan Mian felt carefully and unknowingly entered into an illusion.
The smoke-filled scene before my eyes dissipated.
The Zhao Mansion is still as prosperous as new, on the shimmering lake.
In the small pavilion, a beautiful woman in green clothes was playing the piano.
Her facial features were superior and without any scars, and she sang softly.
The man next to him couldn't see his face.
Time goes back and everything stays at that most beautiful moment.
This was her past, and it was also the most memorable fragment after her death. Her soul was now shattered.
Madoka stretched out her paw and waved it in front of the girl's eyes, worried.
"Are you possessed or frightened?"
Just as it was about to take action, the girl came back to her senses, lowered her eyes to look at the hairpin in her hand, and put it away.
I said in my heart, "Goodbye, Mei Niang."
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