Chapter 117
A fairy said lightly.

"Yes yes yes!~"

The monks below responded repeatedly, and looked at the immortals in midair again, and flew away with their swords one by one.

Not for a while, only the bloody battlefield and some lonely souls remained on the huge Lingzhong Mountain.

"Let's go too!"

After a fairy finished speaking, he flew towards the sky.

The rest of the immortals vaguely followed.

Ren Fengxing paused for a moment, he was standing on colorful auspicious clouds, dressed in white, and his face was as handsome as jade.

He lowered his head slightly and glanced at the distant woods.

Behind the trees, a dark figure flashed.

There was no movement in his eyes, as if he hadn't seen anything at all.

Waving his sleeves, he stood with his hands behind his back, his ink hair was flying, and his white clothes were elegant.

Flying towards the sky, gradually, disappeared.

Qiyao firmly grasped the tree trunk with both hands, looking at the white dot that was gradually disappearing in the blue sky.

empty eyes...

From now on, we will never see each other again.

He is cloud, she is mud.

"puff--"

Her throat was sweet, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Just now under the coercion of the immortal, she couldn't bear to vomit blood, and now it's even more painful.

She staggered, covering her chest with one hand and holding a flute in the other, and ran down the mountain.

I can't go to the devil world.

If she had gone, she would not have gone there either.

She didn't complete her father's mission. Although she poisoned Master Wushan to death, the crime was still unforgivable.

Her mother, lost her soul.

She was given to a lowly demon...

Finally, during the war, she escaped.

However, she dared not stand in front of him.

She dare not, she is not worthy, she...

Qiyao stumbled away from Lingzhong Mountain, and using her true energy, she came to Blade's Edge Mountain.

It's still so beautiful there, nothing has changed.

It was already night at this time, and the night sky covered the mountains and plains with roses, dots of stars, twinkling and blurring like the stars in the sky.

Qiyao is standing here alone.

Loneliness, sadness, immediately spread.

She sat down among the flowers, and after a long time, she almost turned into a statue.

She moved and stood up.

She remembered that at the foot of Blade's Edge Mountain, among the rose bushes in the night sky, there was a small lake.

A trace of determination flashed in his eyes, and he changed suddenly, and changed back to the way he met Ren Fengxing here before.

Wearing a pink shirt, floating with the wind, she is as distant as a fairy.

She quietly walked up to the lake, and turned into a small boat in the sky, which lightly landed on the blue-waveless lake.

With the sleeves of Qiyao rolled up, countless roses in the night sky were rolled up and landed in the boat again.

She turned around and looked at this place. The best days of her life were spent here, although those were just a few short days.

Slightly narrowing his eyes, he resolutely jumped onto the boat.

The boat rocked gently in the lake.

With the rich fragrance of the boat, it swayed towards the center of the lake.

Yiyao was wearing a pink shirt, lying in the snow-white night sky with roses, her beauty was astonishing, and her beauty was breathtaking.

There was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth, but her tears had already wet her cheeks.

When the boat reached the center of the lake, it stopped moving.

She lay there quietly, closed her eyes silently, and tightly clutched the flute in one hand.

 
(End of this chapter)

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