Now, the battle has affected countless residents of Zixiao City. It is not an exaggeration to call it a heinous crime.
Jiang Zhige knew how Nangong Rou felt, and he also knew that his departure would make Nangong Rou even more sad.
However, he also loved Nangong Rou deeply and didn't want the person he loved to stay with a dangerous person like himself.
Now let Jiang Zhige make his own choice. If he lets Nangong Rou follow him and flee to the ends of the earth, can it still be considered love? "Aunt, you should have made your plans, right?"
Jiang Zhige's eyes were dull and he looked like a walking corpse.
Xi Zhizhen nodded and said in a deep voice: "You have been kneeling in front of Zhou Zhengfu for a month. We have already prepared a retreat. Whether you choose to take her away or go alone, or even go with us, it's all fine."
From the very beginning, the Nangong family had never thought of pushing Nangong Rou to Yang Jing, but instead took a stopgap measure to stabilize the Xingyue Sect, using a month's buffer time to migrate with Nangong Rou and the entire clan.
Yang Jing has many wives and concubines, and he loves to humiliate and kill women. Not to mention his father Nangong Zhen, the other elders of the Nangong family would not agree to this.
Although it would be a shame to migrate the entire family, it would be an even greater shame to hand Nangong Rou over to Yang Jing.
"I understand, aunt, you can take Rou'er away."
"and you."
Xi Zhizhen looked embarrassed. If Jiang Zhige left alone, Nangong Rou would definitely cry and make a fuss when she woke up, or even break down and commit suicide.
In that month, Xi Zhizhen and Nangong Zhen saw how much Nangong Rou loved Jiang Zhige.
Jiang Zhige looked gloomy, lowered his head and said: "No, I am just a demon cultivator, I will cause trouble to everyone. As for Rou'er, aunt, you should be able to erase her memory, right?"
The two elders had erased some of Nangong Rou’s memories in the past, and they should be able to do it now.
"Yes, I can. Do you want to?"
Xi Zhizhen's eyes flickered. Doing this would make Nangong Rou less painful, but what about Jiang Zhige who still remembered these memories? Jiang Zhige sighed deeply and smiled bitterly: "Then erase Rou'er's memory. It would be best if we could change her memory so that I look worse in her mind. Otherwise, she might get emotional."
"Are you sure you want to do this? Wouldn't it be hard for you if the person you love the most hated you for the rest of your life?"
"It won't be sad. As long as I still remember her and she is doing well, I won't be sad."
Jiang Zhige shook his head. He had always only thought about making Nangong Rou happy. Why bother considering his own feelings? "Well, if that's the case, then you should leave earlier. There are countless strong men rushing to Zixiao City now."
Xi Zhizhen sighed. Time was running out, so she couldn't persuade Nangong Rou any more. She was about to leave with Nangong Rou in her arms.
"Wait, Auntie, can I take something with me?"
Jiang Zhige tried to persuade her to stay. He quickly followed and looked at the hairpin on Nangong Rou's head.
"Well, let's just keep it as a thought."
Xi Zhizhen naturally would not refuse, so she took out her hairpin and handed it to Jiang Zhige.
Jiang Zhige took the hairpin with both hands as if it were a treasure and held it tightly in his hands.
"There is a long way to go, Xiao Jiang. If you have achieved success in your cultivation in the future, you can come to us. Neither Rou'er nor I will care about your identity."
Xi Zhizhen looked sad when she saw this. If it wasn't for special circumstances, she really didn't want to see such a pair of mandarin ducks separated.
"Yes, I will."
Jiang Zhige took a deep breath and watched Xi Zhizhen walk towards Nangong Zhen's corpse.
Xi Zhizhen walked to Nangong Zhen's corpse, held Nangong Rou in her right hand and Nangong Zhen in her left hand, and quickly left the place in the air.
She did not look at Nangong Zhen's body, but her beautiful eyes were filled with tears.
In fact, Xi Zhizhen already knew that there would be a farewell today, but separation between life and death is really beyond the explanation of human nature.
If possible, who doesn’t want the one they love to be by their side all the time?
"Ah Zhen, Rou'er, let's go home."
After Xi Zhizhen left, Jiang Zhige stayed for a long time before he withdrew his gaze and walked out of Zixiao City alone.
Monk Jin Guang did not shout for fighting anymore, but watched Jiang Zhige leave silently.
To be honest, what he heard and saw today overturned his understanding of the magic cultivators.
Was it Jiang Zhige who was wrong, or was it me who attacked the demon cultivator without knowing the truth?
Jiang Zhige walked a long way. He did not shed tears, but walked forward silently as if he had lost his soul.
Just when they were about to walk out of the Zongqi Mountains, Jiang Zhige was so distraught that he was suddenly tripped by a stone and fell to the ground.
Jiang Zhige fell face first to the ground, and the hairpin in his hand fell out.
There was some light in his eyes, and he hurriedly crawled over to pick up the hairpin, holding it in his arms as if it were a rare treasure, as if someone would try to snatch it from him.
At this moment, Jiang Zhige's body was devoid of any demonic energy, and he was curled up on the ground in a state of extreme embarrassment. Where was the invincible prestige he had before? Several powerful Wanxiang Realm warriors who came to surround and kill the demon cultivators passed by this place, and they did not realize that the young man curled up on the ground under their feet was the terrifying demon cultivator who caused panic among the people in all directions.
"Rou'er, Rou'er"
Jiang Zhige's face was pale, he held a hairpin in his arms, and kept calling Nangong Rou's name like in his sleep.
As he shouted, tears gradually filled his eyes.
The tears kept flowing until it became difficult for him to breathe, but Jiang Zhige kept crying.
He didn't know what these tears were for, was it the sadness of parting, or the self-blame for not being able to accompany Nangong Rou? In fact, Jiang Zhige knew very well that he and Nangong Rou might never meet again in their lifetime.
Putting aside the fact that Nangong Rou's memory will be erased, the entire Nangong family has relocated, and the world is so big that it is basically impossible for Jiang Zhige to find her again.
Even if he found him, he would probably still be being hunted by then. How could he be qualified to meet Nangong Rou?
Knowing this, Jiang Zhige asked Xi Zhizhen to erase Nangong Rou's memory.
He was afraid that Nangong Rou would always remember him and ignore the better people around her.
However, Jiang Zhige is also a human being. He only wants Nangong Rou to be well, but he also feels pain.
Nangong Rou loves him deeply, but Jiang Zhige's love for him is a thousand times greater.
After this farewell, Jiang Zhige felt that life was worse than death. He wished he had frozen to death in Yucheng instead of living with this love until now.
Jiang Zhige cried until he had no more tears to shed, and cried until no sound could come out of his throat.
He seemed to be drowning, and he curled up in the forest and struggled for seven days and seven nights.
"Rou'er."
It was not until a ray of morning sunlight shone that Jiang Zhige, who was like a dead body, regained some consciousness.
He tightly grasped the March Spirit Hairpin in both hands, staggered to his feet, and limped out of Zixiao City.
"If there is an afterlife."
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