"I, Ning Zhao... This love came too late, and I understood it too late."
Pan Shu's eyes fell on the note in his hand, "Give it to me."
Chu Yun gave it to her slowly with trembling hands.
The girl watched... tears welled up in her eyes, and at the very end, she curled her lips slightly.
Chu Yun hated the telepathy between her and Shang Dai.
The feeling of being unable to penetrate was even more painful than when the blood-binding insect devoured his internal organs.
He was not a loyal man.
…
Shang Dai was buried in a mountain stream near a Taoist temple halfway up the mountain.
Green smoke is curling up.
No one cried.
The gurgling stream in the mountain stream, carried by the mountain breeze, gently caressed and comforted the melancholy girl.
His death was indeed unfair.
Slowly, the wind blew a withered old letter onto the grave.
"I have my own destination... You once told me to use my extraordinary abilities to save someone. Even if you said you didn't have to save them... but that person is you, how could I not save him? My master would be very happy to see you. After all, you are much more powerful than me. With your evil mind, you can calculate many things..."
"Unfortunately, Master died very young, a death from divine punishment. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't have. Master told me to call that person Master's Wife. I only met her once when I was young. She was an extremely beautiful woman... but she was a demon."
"Master doesn't like the word 'demon', but he must like you very much. I don't know why."
"I'll do one last thing for Shushu..."
Shushu, I will love you for the rest of my life.
Ban Shu tore the note into pieces expressionlessly, slowly opened her hands, and the fragments fell into the crackling fire and soon dissipated silently.
When turning around.
Flames suddenly shot up into the sky behind her, as if someone was saying their final goodbyes to her.
Her delicate, porcelain-white cheeks were illuminated by the firelight, and her red lips curved slightly, "This is... how many men have died for me..."
Too many people died for her.
But Shang Dai chose the most tragic one.
She is like a goddess born from fire.
There is a lot more conviction and holiness in the whole body that makes people surrender.
Pan Shu felt many small light spots flickering around her. She reached out and touched them, and those small light spots seemed to have spirituality and rushed into her body.
Very comfortable.
"This is a blessing from God to you."
"Is it the one Shang Dai mentioned?"
The system seemed to be organizing its words, looking at her in disbelief. "No! It's the Supreme God. You have earned the favor of the gods!"
"What's the use?" Pan Shu didn't care. If it was useless, what would she use it for?
The system was helpless against Ban Shu's calmness, "From now on, luck will always favor you."
Fortunately, Pan Shu thought for a moment, this golden finger seems a bit thick...
"God bless you, Shang Dai... Look." The system looked at Pan Shu's snow-white wrist. "No matter what kind of harm you suffer, even... death, it will save you."
Pan Shu lowered her eyes and raised her wrist slightly.
It was a cute little pink and white peach blossom.
"His price is...?"
"Your soul is scattered, there is no one else in the world who can save you but once."
Pan Shu said silently, once...it's already good enough.
“Where do people go after they die?”
"Dark Night City." The system did not say much, as if it was wary.
Ban Shu smiled softly, her eyes were misty and her porcelain-white face was full of indifference. The gorgeous pearls and jade made her look even more cold and beautiful.
On the way back to the palace.
Pan Shu loosely opened the window screen, half-closed her eyes, looking lazy and world-weary.
From the first mission world to now.
Indeed, it turns out that loving her comes at a heavy price.
People who love her come one after another.
"Chu Sui."
She raised her eyebrows.
A lonely young man with downcast eyes appeared silently in the carriage.
"Why are you following me?" She said nonchalantly, as if she didn't care about the answer at all, just casually greeting him.
"I'm sorry, such a big thing happened in the capital, such a big thing happened to you...I just found out about it."
Pan Shu managed to pique some interest.
His lazy sitting posture straightened slightly.
Strange.
She actually smelled a hint of blood from the boy.
Still, it's different.
This is Chu Sui’s growth.
"Where is Lin Gunian? In the capital? Or has he already... reached the imperial city?"
She doesn't care about herself at all.
Chu Sui thought painfully.
"Ning Zhao, I have killed many people, but I still miss you."
His eyes were moist and pitiful, and the lines on his pale face became sharper and his eyes became more resolute.
He probably wanted to touch Panshu, but seeing her resistance, his thin hand slowly froze in his mouth, and then he withdrew his hand as if nothing had happened.
But he is still very youthful.
Very delicate and beautiful.
He didn't answer her question, which was much smarter.
A few days ago, Chu Yun put on a good show for her.
In her cognition.
Shen Que has been beheaded.
It's so clumsy that it can be exposed at a glance, even if everything looks very realistic.
Even though everyone thought the young emperor was dead.
But Panshu knew, no.
She should have shed some tears for show, but she was a little tired.
Just leave after you're done.
Having witnessed so many people die, Pan Shu was not indifferent.
This time.
The war between Lin Gunian and Chu Yun has begun.
Rivers of blood flowed again.
Or, among Chu Yun, Lin Gunian and Chu Sui, there can only be one winner in the end.
This is something they have already accepted in their hearts.
Capital city.
A small number of people have begun to hurriedly leave with their families and children, while the vast majority of people are looking at the increasingly dark and cold sky in panic, waiting for death.
Panshu looked at them.
Eyes half closed.
Pointing at the civilians, he stared deeply at Chu Sui, "Are you going to kill them... or would you rather kill the innocent than let them go?"
Chu Sui looked at the people outside the window begging for their lives, and his heart was already calm.
But he remained silent.
His meaning is clear.
Pan Shu's eyes were pale, and she flipped her hand, holding a dagger. The cold handle reflected the boy's obscure eyes, and the tip of the knife pointed at the boy's heart.
The boy was very quiet and didn't move.
He is the best assassin.
Silently, kill in three seconds.
Such an assassin just waits silently for the girl he loves so much.
Wait for her to take action.
The girl slowly put the knife into his hand, "Will you kill me like you killed them..."
Chu Sui's fingertips trembled violently.
He looked at her with red eyes and aggrieved look.
After a while, the dagger fell on the soft blanket with a muffled sound.
"Ning Zhao, I can't go back... I can't go back. I've killed bandits and prisoners who did all kinds of evil. I've also killed selfish gentry and landlords. I've killed bad people, and I've also killed countless good people..."
"But before... I can't go back."
He lowered his eyes, his pupils moist, and was silent for a moment, "So I choose to go on, even if I make mistakes again and again..."
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