Baili Feiyue sat here for a long time, and it seemed that many years had passed and many four seasons.

It took only one morning to go back to where I was.

She stood up, and the numbness of her limbs made her shake twice after sitting for a long time.

After stabilizing her body, she suddenly laughed again.

She was the one who was stuck.

She squatted down again, took out the porcelain bottle before, and poured the scorched earth inside back to the original place.

The wind blew by, and the dusty wind rose, as if the man in black uniform was casually curled up at the corner of his lips, saying: Disciple, what are you planning to do?

She said: Master, the disciple is going to kill someone.

He sneered: Kill people? Don’t say you want to avenge your teacher. The only one who can kill a teacher in this world is to be a teacher himself.

She said: I want to kill him

He tickled, his figure getting fainter: Baby, let's go, don't look back

It’s just a Murong Shuo, a master who is definitely not a good master, so there is no need to remember it.

Disciple, don't look back.

Keep walking, don't look back.

There is no grass in the dream.

In the whistling wind, the scorched dust in front of me was blown away, scattered in every corner of the dream realm, but it no longer exists.

Baili Feiyue's vision seemed to be calmly leaving this scorched earth that had long disappeared, and she turned around and slowly raised her eyes to look somewhere.

There, there were also people standing in the sky with a black robe. In the sunlight, their long silver hair flashed with a cold and flowing luster in a charming way.

He was clearly standing in the sky, but he seemed to be standing at the end of a dark underworld.

It has been like this many times, as if I were born from darkness and then from darkness.

Come and go, alone.

Walking with countless ghosts on the cold and dark road to the underworld, I have always been alone.

By the deserted and wailing Naihe Bridge, it is seductive and charming, and it is also gloomy and cold.

Baili Feiyue curled her lips and walked towards him.

As you approach, you can smell the familiar, shallow and rich fragrance, which is like orchid but not orchid, or plum but not plum.

"Changsun Wuji, my master is dead."

She smiled, cold and deep, "Do you want to kill all the people around me whom I care about, so that you will be satisfied?"

How many times have you asked this?

She can't remember it.

The man laughed softly, reached out to lift the long hair in her ear, and swept his fingertips across the side of her neck.

"So sad?"

He hooked her jaw with his other hand and said with a chuckle, "Ling Jing, I have said a long time ago that you shouldn't provoke me."

Baili Feiyue laughed loudly, and tears almost burst out from her eyes.

"I'm blind, Changsun Wuji, I'm blind!"

He twisted the corners of her eyes with his fingertips, and forced a tear out. He licked the tip of his tongue, and his breathtaking purple eyes narrowed slightly, "It's too late."

Yes, it's too late!

The person she wanted to save was not saved.

The person she loved from the bottom of her heart was wrong!

But she is not dead yet, and she can stop the loss in time if she is not dead!

The bracelet turns into a cold blade, and the snow is shining.

There is no greater sorrow than death in her heart. She doesn't want to ask or say more.

She took a few steps back, as if she was looking at an insignificant passerby, and was even willing to give it a fair opportunity, "Changsun Wuji, draw his sword."

Life and death are not the same!

"Ling Jing, do you want to die?" the man chuckled and asked, his tone as if it were a passionate lover.

"It's not certain who dies!"

His eyes fell into her hatred eyes, and he laughed rather than a smile, "I will fulfill you."

instantly!

The Tiancan Silk, who once saved her life, can now kill her in an instant.

Baili Feiyue is not a person who can commit suicide.

If she committed suicide, she would definitely be thrown back from hell by the dog master who could commit suicide, but she could not commit suicide.

Therefore, even though she has a huge difference in skills from the person in front of her, she will do her best to kill him!

Between her and him, one must die!

This match is not a duel between top masters and top masters, but it is not an exaggeration to say that it is dark and dark.

Baili Feiyue knew that Changsun Wuji had not done her best, and she couldn't withstand it for so long.

But he didn't do his best, but she wouldn't show mercy!

When there was another head-on confrontation, Baili Feiyue put her death and did not avoid it at all. She used the method of fighting with the death of fish and death!

Everything happened too quickly, and I had to take the other party's determination to die even if I was determined.

‘Puchi’.

The weapons in Baili Feiyue's hand penetrated Changsun Wuji's chest, but the Tianscan silk in his hand did not kill her.

At that moment, the world was still.

Her weapons were not ordinary weapons, and they were killed by her weapons and they would never survive.

The blood from the man's chest was soaked out little by little. The blood penetrated the ink robe, not strong but extremely dazzling.

He just looked down at her slightly, his face as cold as snow.

"Do you think...you think I will forgive you if you do this!"

He asked, "Ling Jing, are you scared?"

Baili Feiyue didn't know that she was trembling, she couldn't even hold the hilt of the knife anymore, and she didn't notice that the weapon made his wound even more terrifying because of the trembling.

She had many times, and she wanted to kill this person.

But, she can't do it, she can't do it!

However, she really wanted him to die this time, and she had never wanted him to die so firmly.

But she never thought what he would be like if he was really going to die.

It seemed that there was a silence around her, and she could not hear the sound of the wind in her ears, or even the other party's breathing heavier due to the pain.

Her world is nothing but empty.

At some point, her hand holding the hilt of the knife was released, and the weapon stayed in his body, turning around and floating away like a soul.

There are indeed not many people who dare to come to this dream realm.

But even when it reaches this current situation, the Dream Realm is still worth exploring the place for some people.

Even if Murong Shuo was destroyed in front of them, they would still ask whether the devil was really dead.

Maybe not dead?

After all, that's a devil?

Even if he dies, will the ashes left by the devil burning have the same effect?

Will the peerless treasures, rare wealth, etc. that the devil possesses are hidden in this dream state?

After all, the Huangquan Inn built by the devil has existed in the dream realm for many years!

Birds die for food, and people die for money.

Even though many people who left the Dream Realm six days ago have become more and more discomfort symptoms, some people still haven't reacted.

No one knew, even Changsun Wuji and Baili Feiyue didn't know that several waves of desperate people were fully armed and touched the dream realm.

Baili Feiyue didn't know how long it took to go, but as she walked, she suddenly vomited several mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.

At this moment, she seemed to have been drained of all her strength.

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Her life is not a joke, but it is a joke.
To be continued...