.The moment he fell to the ground, his body finally stopped and fell to the ground. He gently hugged Feng Yao in his arms, and blood and tears remained. The warm and chaotic aura that flowed into her body without any reservation. Although he knew in his heart that what he wanted to see was only a luxury.

He can save everyone...but he can't save his Yao'er.

"Yao…er…"

In the quiet night sky, he finally made a heart-wrenching hoarse call, looking at her tightly closed eyes, and his heart felt like he was stabbed through thousands of arrows.

"Wake up...please wake up..."

"Yao'er... You've been swearing, you will definitely leave later than me... Why don't you keep your oath... I'm not dead yet, how can you die..."

"Yao'er...you wake up!!!" The power of chaos poured in, and blood and tears were sprinkling.

"Brother is wrong... I will never take revenge again, never be the first person in reincarnation, never be meddling in other people's business again... My brother will always be with you in the future, never separate for a second... Please wake up... wake up..."

Perhaps the fifth layer of chaos power finally produced an effect. The terrifying wound on Feng Yao's back began to heal in a more terrifying degree. It completely healed in just a dozen seconds. The new skin was as white as snow, and there was no trace of injury anymore... And a layer of red light flashed faintly on the surface of her body... so faint that it was almost impossible to see clearly.

The man's sorrow was still... Although the wound healed, her body was still so cold, just like his cold heart. How he hoped that the dead person was himself, not her.

A golden light shot out from Feng Xiao's body, painting a graceful and delicate figure of a girl. She looked at Feng Yao who died in his arms in a daze, muttering without hesitation: "Impossible...Impossible, how could she die...How could she die...but...Is it me wrong..."

Her appearance did not make Feng Xiao react at all. He looked at her pale face motionlessly, crying...pleaded...

"Yao'er...please wake up... wake up!"

"Why don't you let me die...Why is it not me who died..."

His voice and his despair made Xuanyuan Wan'er's heart hurt very much. She walked up to him and reached out to wipe away the blood and tears from his face, but she could only touch a illusion.

"Brother Feng... won't cry anymore, okay? My Brother Feng is the strongest and strongest person, how can you cry..."

Her voice gradually choked and covered her face. She suppressed the sobs and turned into golden light and returned to Feng Xiao's body.

A dazzling golden light lit up in the darkness, and a huge golden phoenix shot out from Feng Yao's body, hovering above the two of them, making a cry of blood.

Finally, it turned into a golden light again, flew towards Feng Xiao, and merged into his body.

The dark eyes looked at the vast night sky with no clarity. The quiet night, the soft north wind was weeping gently. He picked up Feng Yao's body and walked forward.

"Yao'er...we're going home... no one can hurt you again... no more..."

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Time points to ten o'clock in the evening.

The atmosphere was particularly weird. In a somewhat depressing atmosphere, Yang Xiruo suddenly turned off the TV and rubbed his chest hard with his hands.

"For some reason, my heart beats so fast." She said uneasy, looking at the big and beautiful clock.

"So too, young master and sister Yao'er, why haven't you come back yet..."

The phone rang out, and Yang Xiruo quickly got up and grabbed the phone: "Brother Feng!"

There was a silence on the other side of the phone, and Long Wei sighed: "Have he not returned yet?"

Yang Xiruo was stunned and hurriedly said, "Hello Uncle Long, my brother Feng is not..."

"When he goes back, please take good care of him, please trouble you..." After a heavy voice, the phone was hung up. Yang Xiruo grabbed the microphone in a daze, and the anxiety in his heart was amplified countless times.

"Xiao Ruoru, what happened?" Duanmu Yiren took a fruit plate and walked out, put it on the table, and asked with a chuckling.

Yang Xiruo bit the corner of her mouth lightly and slowly put down the phone, her heartbeat getting faster and faster.

There are very few vehicles on Phoenix Street under the night sky. Under the dim light, a lonely figure slowly moved in the middle of the road. Every step seemed to be as heavy as a pound, and it landed heavily.

After the harsh sound of brakes, a car that had just turned the corner stopped hard at the moment when it almost touched his body. A fierce-looking man with an angry face walked out of the car and rushed to Feng Xiao fiercely: "You are looking for death, don't you have long eyes!"

It seemed as if he hadn't seen him at all, nor did he hear what he said, Feng Xiao walked past him in a daze.

Xiao Huangtou, who was ignored, was almost angry. He became hot and rushed to Feng Xiao, blocking his way. He was about to curse, but suddenly saw Feng Yao in his arms.

"Damn it, it turns out that my wife was dead..."

puff……

An arm ruthlessly penetrated his body from his heart... He was bulging and fell down with disbelief and fear. A hideous hole suddenly broke into his chest.

There was no trace of blood stain on his arms, and he did not look back, and he moved forward indifferently, as if he had just stepped on a trivial ant to death.

In the dark, several women in black were beating rapidly. They had never killed anyone, but they had never seen such a cruel and bloody way of killing people.

"Do it quickly... It's bad if you're seen..."

"He...is he really okay?"

“…”

"Don't tell the master... She's sad enough."

"well……"

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The knock on the door sounded, and Yang Xiruo almost ran over and opened the door suddenly.

The smell of blood came to her face. She was about to subconsciously cover her nose when she suddenly encountered Feng Xiao's completely unhappy eyes, and her heart trembled suddenly.

"Brother Feng..." She saw Feng Yao's terrible face in his arms, and she suddenly covered her mouth.

Feng Xiao walked in with his eyes blankly, his steps seemed to move forward without a goal.

"Sister Yao'er...is she injured?" she asked in a trembling voice. The little blood... the torn clothes... the blood marks on her face... the dead eyes... her heart sank suddenly, and then sinks...

"She... fell asleep..." Feng Xiao replied in a dreamy way, his steps slowly moving.

Yang Xiruo's eyes were spinning in front of her. She supported the door with force so that her body, which was instantly exhausted, would fall down.

"Young Master..." At the first glance of seeing him, Shui Rourou's face turned pale, and she shouted timidly... At this time, he was so strange. She was so scared that she wanted to cry.

Duanmu Yiren walked out of the room and immediately felt the extremely depressing aura, which made her so depressed that she could hardly breathe... He was completely unfamiliar with him, and the reactions between Xiruo and Rourou... She suddenly understood something, and her heart instantly sank to the bottom of the valley.

He finally stopped and stood there like a fossil. The whole living room was so quiet that it was terrible.

A crystal light flashed, and an ice coffin with a faint cold air appeared in front of Feng Xiao. Once, it was retrieved from the extreme glacier to protect Shui Rourou's body, but now...

In a vague way, he remembered Feng Yao's infatuated eyes and his ethereal voice...

"If one day I lose my life, I want to rest in it."

"People always get old... If that day comes, I really hope to see my brother leaving first, and then I can lie in the ice coffin with my brother's body... In that case, even without life, we can still never leave us..."

Gently put her body into the ice coffin... At the moment when the two bodies separated, he seemed to hear the sound of his soul floating.

"Never...will let you leave me..."

I once thought that I was strong enough to withstand any setbacks and blows. Even if my adoptive father died, I did not shed a single tear... But until I lost you, I realized that I was so fragile, as fragile as thin ice that was about to break...

Why do you have to take revenge persistently... Why do you have to persistently find the secrets of the world of reincarnation... Why do you try to accept that family affection... Why don't you cherish every minute and every second of the time you are with you... Always be with you... It turns out that what you have been persistent and pursued is so insignificant compared to your smile.

There are only worlds, boundless. Looking at the morning and waiting for the morning. People who lose their hearts will suffer every moment of time. Tell me how to change time and return to the moment when they are dependent on you. Use all my strength and heart to hold you tightly and stop you from disappearing in front of me! Tell me in a low voice about my pain, my regret... I will never be separated!

Her face slowly became blurred in her sight, her consciousness was slowly being stripped away, and her soul seemed to be slowly leaving her body...going far away...

Feng Xiao's eyes went dark and he fell heavily.

"Brother Feng!" Yang Xiruo struggled to pounce on him, trying hard to help him up, but he was shocked to find that his eyes were still open, but there was no trace of spirit inside... His body was terrible cold.

"Rou Rou, Yi Yi..."

Three delicate girls held his body together, which seemed to be without any anger, and put it on the big bed. He stared at the ceiling in a daze, his whole body as quiet as stagnant water, and there was no sign of breathing, as if he was dead.

"Help me... help me to send Sister Yaoer here." Yang Xiruo said calmly, with two piles of deep snow buried deep in his eyes.

The three girls were moving to the bedside by Feng Yao's ice coffin while lying quietly.

In the ice coffin, her beautiful body, like an immortal and a dream, was reflected by the faint ice, even the four words "very beautiful and beautiful" could not describe her charm.

The choked water Rourou could no longer hold back, and the pear blossoms were crying with rain.

"How could this happen..." Duanmu Yiren gently stroked Feng Xiao's stiff face and said in a daze.

Yang Xiruo turned around, tears flowing and crying.

"Young Master... he will wake up soon, right?" Shui Rourou asked sobbingly, pulling Yang Xiruo's clothes.

Yang Xiruo's face was pale and bit her lips and said tragically: "Brother Feng is the strongest person in the world. He can support all setbacks and difficulties... But Sister Yaoer... that's his life..."

She died, and his heart died with her...

Looking at Feng Xiao's empty eyes, she could not imagine the future of this warm home.

The beautiful dream seemed to break in an instant.

Wiping away the tears, she stood up, took a deep breath, and looked at Feng Xiao and Feng Yao, her moist eyes gradually became firm. "Sisters... don't cry... We can't live without this family. We, we can, we will call Brother Feng back..."

Shui Rourou's tears shone, Duanmu Yiren nodded with tears. She who had completely integrated into this family was no longer as cold and arrogant as before. At this time, she wanted to cry helplessly. Her body, heart, and her life were completely handed over to him. If he fell down, she might have no reason to live.

Enduring the coldness, Xiruo and Rourou gently peeled off Feng Yao's blood-stained clothes bit by bit, revealing her perfect body like a snow-jade. Then, she changed into a flowing snow-white dress, covered with a few transparent ice silk silver sand. Feng Yao usually only wears this beautiful skirt for him.

"I want to let... Brother Feng see his most beautiful Yaoer every day. She really just fell asleep... and didn't leave us..."

"Who killed Sister Yao'er?" Shui Rourou still cried softly, her voice feeling sad and weak.

Yang Xiruo's eyes flashed with determination: "No matter who it is... we will not let anyone hurt Brother Feng anymore... no one can!"
Chapter completed!