At this moment, she envied Nangong Jin. He could use his life to save the woman he loved, and at the same time end his own life, ending this endless painful love and longing. At this moment, she could feel that Nangong Jin's heart was happy.
Unlike her, she fell in love with Zhan Xintang, the dragon prince who should only exist in heaven and not on earth, the god of war in heaven.
He is so high and mighty, and has great magical powers. Even if she wants to die for him and end this painful love with her own life, it is impossible.
Mo Zihan was facing a cliff. Although Nangong Jin helped her block a fatal palm strike, both of them still could not escape the fate of falling off the cliff.
Fortunately, this cliff is not a sheer cliff, but a relatively steep slope. Below the cliff, there are endless red spider lilies growing.
When Mo Zihan fell down holding Nangong Jin, the endless flowers of the other shore began to sway slightly, as if a magnificent sea of red flowers was welcoming the return of a holy soul.
"Where's Han'er?" A domineering man on the cliff roared, shaking even Lu Xiaoxiao, a member of the Immortal Class. She immediately looked towards the black-robed man flying towards her.
This man looked extraordinary, presumably another immortal who had come down to earth to experience tribulation. It was almost unnecessary to guess, seeing how caring and loving he was towards Mo Zihan, one could tell that he was Mo Zihan's man, the love rival who had left Nangong Jin with a life of loneliness, a life only liberated by death.
When he heard that Mo Zihan had fallen off the cliff, the man named Tuoli jumped down without thinking.
At the bottom of the cliff, Mo Zihan straightened Nangong Jin's body and was so scared that he burst into tears when he saw that he was bleeding profusely and couldn't stop it no matter what.
One hand touched Nangong Jin's lung that was pierced by his own bullet, and the other hand hugged his neck, holding him in his arms, and kept shouting: "Jin, wake up, don't scare me... Jin... Jin..."
No matter how Mo Zihan screamed, Nangong Jin still kept his eyes closed while lying in Mo Zihan's arms.
Blood gushed out in large gulps, instantly soaking his and Mo Zihan's clothes. His face was pale with a hint of iron blue, and he was almost out of breath.
"Jin... don't scare me... don't scare me... wake up... wake up and look at me!..."
Lu Xiaoxiao, who was originally floating in the air, is now slowly floating down as a sign of respect for a holy soul.
Mo Zihan desperately called out to Nangong Jin. She knew the power of Mu Yunqi's palm strike. Even without the bullet that pierced his lungs, with his internal energy, he would never be able to fight against Mu Yunqi's full-strength palm strike.
And he took the fatal blow for her, and the result was predictable.
Mo Zihan cried and pressed her face against Nangong Jin's cheek. Tears flowed from the corners of her eyes like beads with broken strings and dripped onto Nangong Jin's eyelashes and cheeks.
Nangong Jin felt Mo Zihan's warmth and wanted to speak, but he was helpless. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he spat out another mouthful of blood.
Although he was helpless, he was able to save his beloved at the most critical moment, watching her crying in front of him, and letting her crying at this moment belong only to him, not to Toli. This was enough.
Feeling Han'er's embrace, Nangong Jin's originally extremely painful, pale and ashen face gradually became peaceful.
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