Almost without hesitation, Ye Guhan ran out frantically and rushed over; his long hair suddenly spread out, dancing in the wind, full of desolation and bleakness...

From afar, he saw Jun Moye squatting on the ground, and seemed to be holding something in his arms. Ye Guhan's breathing became rapid due to running suddenly stopped. He felt only a blockage in his chest, and his heart was blank; he had obviously realized something, no longer had any consciousness, and only knew that he was running towards this side without his life.

When we arrived, suddenly, all the world lost its color!

In his eyes, only one face and one pair of eyes were left!

The cheek that was reluctantly raised, the gentle eyes, at this moment, when I saw Ye Guhan, these eyes finally stopped hiding their feelings, and looked at him gently and affectionately, full of indescribable attachment, reluctance, and endless guilt...

"Little... Han..." Murong Xiuxiu tried her best to make her voice look less trembling, and she looked at Ye Guhan without blinking, fearing that in the blink of an eye, the familiar and unfamiliar face would never be seen again.

"Xiuxiu..." Ye Guhan shook his body for a moment, and suddenly his face became pale. He took half a step forward with powerlessness. He suddenly became weak all over and knelt down heavily, put his cheeks in front of Murong Xiuxiu, and looked at the face in front of him that he had missed for eighteen years with pain: "Xiuxiu... who is it? Who hurts you? You..."

Without finishing a word, he suddenly felt sweet in his throat and a mouthful of blood surged up, but he tried hard to swallow it.

With his accustomed to death's eyesight, how could he not see Murong Xiuxiu, who was already on the last verge of dying?

"Xiao Han... Finally I saw you again... It's so good." Murong Xiuxiu looked at Ye Guhan's face with attachment and said softly: "Xiao Han... do you know... I have been thinking about you every day for the years, and I have been thinking about you every moment..."

Tears began to condense in her eyes, but she endured them with all her strength, fearing that as soon as the tears flowed out, she would never be able to see the face of her lover again...

Ye Guhan knelt in a daze, looking at her with warm and gentle eyes. He felt that his heart was empty, but he just said in a daze: "Xiuxiu... doesn't hurt... I..."

Murong Xiuxiu smiled with satisfaction, with a look like a little girl in her eyes, and said strongly: "Yes... I... don't hurt if I have you... I'm not afraid..."

This is the one time the two were in danger together more than 20 years ago. Murong Xiuxiu was injured and Ye Guhan comforted her. At that time, Murong Xiuxiu answered, but she didn't change a word!

Just because, even after more than twenty years of separation, the relationship between the two has not changed, as if that day...

"Xiao Han..." Murong Xiuxiu wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but she was still unable to lift it up. Ye Guhan carefully picked up her hand and put it on his face. Feeling the gentle touch, she finally couldn't help but burst out from her eyes, soaking the warm jade hand...

"Xiao Han... don't cry..." Murong Xiuxiu moved her fingers hard, trying to wipe away her tears for him, but found that the tears were getting more and more.

"Jun Moye, I know I'm going to die, but before I die, I want to tell you... one thing..." Murong Xiuxiu still looked at Ye Guhan's face and said softly: "The Blood Sword Hall... is in the imperial guards... the three camps..."

Jun Moye shook his body and whispered: "Thank you!" His hand was still holding Murong Xiuxiu's right hand until now, constantly inputting spiritual energy, supporting her to say goodbye to Ye Guhan, because the moment the two hands were separated was when Murong Xiuxiu let go.

"Xiao Han... I'm going... You want to take good care of me... Ling Meng..." Murong Xiuxiu showed a sad smile, full of reluctance: "Meng'er is a good child, and also a poor child..." Ye Guhan's eyes were blurred in tears, but he didn't make a sound. His teeth bit his lips tightly, and blood was already bitten. A strand of blood slowly flowed down, but he didn't realize anything...

Murong Xiuxiu seemed to understand something. She sighed softly and turned her eyes hard: "Jun Moye... Please help me take care of Lingmeng for my sake... I have entrusted her to you..." She clearly saw the complexity in Jun Moye's eyes and begged powerlessly: "...even if you really don't want to marry her... I'll ask you to take care of her... Please... Please... Please..."

Her hopeful eyes looked at Jun Moye's face, with endless prayers and longing, without blinking. This was the last prayer made by a mother for her daughter before she died, and it was also the only last wish she could not let go of...

Jun Moye took a deep breath, increased the amplitude of the spiritual energy output again, and nodded quietly. He had already felt that Murong Xiuxiu's breath was getting weaker and weaker, and the meridians in his body were almost completely dead. Even the magical power of Creation that seized the creation of heaven and earth, the passage of her meridians was becoming more and more difficult to block...

A gratitude and reassuring smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and Murong Xiuxiu said sincerely: "Thank you... Thank you..."

Then she turned her eyes and looked at Ye Guhan gently, with endless infatuation. She didn't say a word. Although she still had the strength to speak, she didn't need to say it anymore, nor did she want to say it. She just watched it like this. Before she died, she must remember this face firmly, engrave it in her soul, become a mark, and live forever... and carry this clear mark...

Ye Guhan didn't say anything, letting tears flow across his face, looking at the jade man in front of him with a firm look and full of affection. The two of them looked at each other firmly...

The staring of two pairs of eyes seemed to entangle each other's souls, forever and never be separated again!

Suddenly, a delicate flush flashed across Murong Xiuxiu's face, her spirit was shocked, and she suddenly used up all her last strength and murmured: "Looking forward... If the fate in the next life is not over..." Suddenly, her body shook and stopped.

At this moment, her face was full of expectation, tenderness and affection, and her eyes were still emitting endless attachment and infatuation, but life had left her...

The hand that touched Ye Guhan's face finally dropped weakly...

Ye Guhan's tears were flowing, but his expression suddenly became calm, which was so calm that it was scary. His eyes fixedly stared at the still gentle and beautiful face in front of him, and slowly followed the last line of poem: "...I would rather let go... the sky... I will not let go... You! Xiuxiu..."

He just knelt down like this, looking at Murong Xiuxiu who seemed to be sleeping, and said calmly: "Jun Moye, there is a sword score on the table next to my bed. I have given it to you; Ling Meng, I have given it to you, please..."

Jun Moye wanted to say something, but everything was stuck in his throat and could not say it for a moment.

Ye Guhan actually smiled calmly and said, "Finally, I would like to ask you something, please bury us two together! On the tombstone, the tomb of Ye Guhan, Murong Xiuxiu and his wife, she is not the queen, never! Please make it happen!"

Jun Moye sighed deeply and said, "I can agree to you! The person who killed her is here, don't you avenge her with your own hands? There is also the person who plotted to kill her, right in that palace, are you... not going to avenge her with your own hands? Ling Meng... is here, are you not taking care of her anymore, can you really feel at ease?"

"I can trust you! I feel relieved to have you taken care of Lingmeng." Ye Guhan smiled, looking at the dark night with expectation and yearning. The cold wind blew his long hair and drifted in a mess. He slowly said, "The murderer... leave it to you to deal with. Huangquan Lu Ji. If he killed him now, Xiuxiu would still be afraid when she saw him underground. So I have to take a step first and accompany her. As for Yang Huaiyu... he is not worthy of letting me do it!"

He smiled slightly and said, "Xiuxiu is waiting for me. What is the matter in the world that can be more important than our reunion? Hate... It's better not to repay it. If you miss the reunion in the next life, Xiuxiu will definitely be disappointed and sad... We have been separated for a lifetime..."

He said this, slowly leaned down, pressed his face against Murong Xiuxiu's still warm face, and said affectionately: "Xiuxiu... doesn't hurt... With me... you won't be alone..."

His body suddenly trembled violently, and then he threw himself softly forward. The only hand left tightly hugged Murong Xiuxiu's body. Their cheeks were tightly pressed against each other, and there was no sound again...

Ye Guhan cut off his heart veins with the remaining remaining mysterious power, and his breathing instantly stopped...

The two hugged each other tightly, and the same expression on their faces actually appeared: satisfaction, expectation, yearning, longing...

It seems that they have gathered underground!

It seems that in the next life, they have made an appointment...

"Mom~~~ Uncle Ye~~~~ Ah..." Princess Lingmeng exclaimed heart-wrenchingly, heartbroken. Suddenly, a cherry lips opened, a mouthful of bright red blood spurted out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes closed, and she was unconscious...

The physical pain has reached its peak. My mother who loves her most will die. Uncle Ye, whom I rely most, also followed the ground after a while...

The two closest people passed away one after another. How could Princess Lingmeng, who had been hit by the hearts, withstood such severe blows, and finally fainted...

An hour ago, I was still talking under the same lamp with my mother, talking about my own thoughts... In just one hour, I was separated by heaven and man forever...

How can she endure such a cruel fact that a delicate woman?

Jun Moye lowered his head sadly. He has been depressed since he saved Ye Guhan. He has been in contact for so long, and he has never seen Ye Guhan have had a smile on his face. He can only smile today...

But it is for the illusory next life!

Looking at Ye Guhan and Murong Xiuxiu's body snuggling with each other, Jun Moye's heart was suddenly filled with emotion. From the relationship between his mother Dongfang Wenxin and his father, to witnessing Ye Guhan and Murong Xiuxiu's unswerving love, he suddenly had deep insights...

What is love?

A song suddenly came to his mind, and it sounded like a misty song:

“…Maybe, it was a marriage in the previous life;

Perhaps, it is the fate of the next life;

The mistake is to meet each other in this life,

Just a fruitless grudge...

Wait for the world to turn into clouds,

When the sea turns into mulberry fields;

Receive this love again,

Receive this love again...

Maybe it was a marriage in the past life,

Perhaps, it is the fate of the next life;

The mistake is that they are entangled in this life,

A life of endless suffering...

Wait for the world to turn into clouds,

When the sea turns into mulberry fields;

Receive this love again,

Receive this love again…”
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