I am destined to be in the dark, and you are the coldest white and gentle light I have ever seen, so how can I be willing to pollute your spotless white dress with this blood in my hands.

Before stubbornly wanted to keep you by my side.

Moths fight the fire.

Because of love, but also because of fear of the endless darkness.

But ah...

I am the devil wandering in the world, and you are the star I cannot pollute.

What's more, his life span is limited.

The descendants of Qishan's line have never lived to be thirty years old.

Since he was destined to not be able to reach the white head together, why bother to keep her by his side.

Qi Chen took the sword from Fu Yue's hand, with a pale smile overflowing with tenderness, and said: "These people really deserve to die, but you shouldn't kill them. They will dirty your hands."

...

The last person fell.

The eyes are wide, obviously not looking at him.

However, no one cares about him.

The sword in Qi Chen's hand also fell to the ground, his slender fingers hung on his side, he glanced sideways at Fu Yue beside him, and spoke again.

"Girl, you go."

"In this life, I will never appear in front of you again. You can get rid of me forever."

Fu Yue pursed her red lips slightly.

She looked deeply sad, and finally turned and left.

The red wedding gown flicked a beautiful arc in the air.

Qi Chen always stared at Fu Yue's back, eyes unblinking, as if to engrave her in her wedding gown, never forgetting, he would die with all the memories of her, no matter those memories Good or bad, true or false.

The man in red opened his beautiful lips.

Spit out a few words silently.

Goodbye.

...

night.

A bright moon hung in the dark and thick black night sky, hovering high above the head, and the sprinkled moonlight fell on the vast land.

Fu Yue sat on the roof of a house.

She began to look at the moon with her chin in a daze, with a pot of wine in her hand.

My head is empty, I don't know what I am thinking.

She has completed all the tasks in this world by mistake.

Xu Shiwen, Meng Piaopiao, and Luo Xi, the three culprits who harmed her, either died in her hands, or died because of her, and they were revenge for the original body.

As for Gu Yuning's wish to let Qi Chen also taste the martial arts, she also fulfilled it by mistake.

Qi Chen took the initiative to disperse his peerless martial arts, and even... tasted the heart-wrenching taste.

Although the task was completed, Fu Yue was always depressed.

As a formal system for part-time chat, System 677 is now online.

[Host, why are you unhappy duck? 】

Fu Yue: "I'm very happy."

System 677: [... Then you laugh. 】

Fu Yue: "Haha."

System 677: [...]

Pretty simple language.

[Host, are you reluctant to feel sorry? If you don't want to bear him, go find him, so you don't get tired from carrying it? 】

Fu Yue scolded System 677 angrily: "Nonsense!"

System 677: [...Huh. 】

He is offline.

After insomnia for two whole nights.

Fu Yue with a stinking face and air-conditioning all over appeared in the Demon Cult. To be precise, he was in the sad bedroom.

She pushed open the door of Qichen's bedroom, holding her arms, and came under the moonlight.

Qi Shen, who just finished bathing: "..."

Even his hair was still wet, and he only wore a thin coat on his body, and he could even see the beautiful and clear abdominal muscle lines when he looked closely, and his whole body exuded a fresh feeling like water mist.

"You, You Ning?"

Qi Shen was an accident, and he couldn't control the surprise.

Fu Yue walked over slowly, and said straightforwardly: "I lack a lover."

Qi Shen: "...?"

Fu Yue continued: "You are quite suitable."