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The leader's token turned into black smoke in Yu Beiming's palm and disappeared without a trace.

"Wanwan, thank you."

Yu Beiming knew that the reason why Sang Feiwan wanted to stay here for six more days was that she wanted to experience love and warmth.

Even though everything in front of him was just a mirage, Yu Beiming had a very happy time these days.

"What a pity, it's only a few short days." Sang Feiwan looked at the surrounding buildings and the colorful silk ribbons under the corridor, his tone full of melancholy and regret.

"It would be great if all this were true." Yu Beiming's heart was also filled with reluctance.

Unfortunately, these are all illusions.

In the real past, Yu Beiming was not found by Gu Qingchen, and the first time the father and son met, they fought each other.

The eldest brother, the third brother, the fifth brother… Those who had been chatting and laughing with him and calling him the younger brother these days were slaughtered by his men in reality.

Gu Qingchen used his own life to put an end to the war.

Thinking of this, Yu Beiming felt even more regretful. How great would it be if there were no grudges?

Sang Feiwan looked at Yu Beiming, feeling a lot of regrets in her heart:

How great would it be if the master had really found him back then?

How wonderful it would be if he grew up in a loving environment?

How nice it would be if there weren't all that blood feud between us?

How great would it be if everything in front of us was not an illusion?

As he was thinking, Sang Feiwan suddenly covered his chest with his hands, and "Puff!" a large mouthful of blood spurted out.

"Wanwan!" Yu Beiming's face suddenly changed, and he hurriedly supported her, but found that Sang Feiwan's breath was disordered, and the spiritual energy in his dantian surged out and ran wildly in his eight extraordinary meridians.

The red bean bell also made a warning sound.

Behind them, the entire Tiangui Sect was swaying like a reflection in the water waves.

Yu Beiming slapped Sang Feiwan on the back, and the pure spiritual power penetrated into her body, sorting out and calming the chaotic wandering spiritual power.

Sang Feiwan's complexion looked visibly better. He opened his eyes slightly, called out, "Bei Ming," and then fainted again.

"Wanwan, Wanwan!" Yu Beiming held Sang Feiwan in his arms, full of worry, "Why did it suddenly become like this?"

"Hahaha..." sinister laughter came from all directions?

It's the evil god!

"Finally, I fell into my inner demon, hahaha..."

"What did you do to her?" Yu Beiming roared angrily, and suddenly reacted and looked at the sect behind him. Those mirage-like illusions were constantly collapsing.

"This isn't a fantasy created by the evil god, but Wanwan's own fantasy?"

If it was just an illusion created by the evil god, then they would not be affected as long as they pulled away at the last step. But if it was an illusion created by their own inner demon, then it would be different.

The evil god smiled and said, "Yes, she imagined it herself. In this world, everything she imagined in her heart will become real and appear before her eyes."

"Sang Feiwan, Sang Feiwan, you are just an ordinary person after all. It turns out that the deepest desire in your heart is to change the trajectory of the past. No matter how powerful a person is, as long as he has desires, he will have shortcomings and will no longer be invincible."

"Once desire arises, it will quickly take root and sprout in the heart. If you want to pull it out, you will have to endure the torture of having your flesh and bones cut out. Once her defenses collapse, my evil spirit will be able to penetrate straight in! She can't get out, and will only be eroded by my evil spirit bit by bit, and eventually become my nourishment!"

"As long as Sang Feiwan dies, Yu Beiming's defenses will collapse. Hahahaha, you will all die here, die here!"

"Evil God, die!" Yu Beiming swung his palm and struck at the black fog floating in the void with a sharp murderous aura.

The black fog disappeared instantly, but the evil god's voice remained:

"You can't kill me. I have merged with this space. Unless you can break the space barrier, you will never be able to kill me!"

"Do you really think I can't do anything to you?" Yu Beiming gritted his teeth, murderous intent bursting from his eyes.

But when his eyes dropped and fell on Sang Feiwan, all the murderous intent disappeared, leaving only tenderness.

Sang Feiwan lay quietly in his arms, her eyes closed, her face still as beautiful as ever, as if she had just fallen into a deep dream.

But the faint black air at her forehead reminded Yu Beiming that the situation was critical and he had to make the final choice.

"Plop!" A tear quietly slid down from the corner of Yu Beiming's eye, fell on Sang Feiwan's fair cheek, and then slowly slid down her skin, as if carrying an extremely deep attachment and reluctance.

"It turns out that these six days of happiness were just a dream you wove for me." He whispered softly, "But Wanwan, no matter how good the dream is or how beautiful the memories are, without you, everything is meaningless."

He stroked Sang Feiwan's cheek with trembling fingers, and there was a thin mist in his eyes.

"I won't let you die, Wanwan." He slowly lowered his head and moved closer to the woman in his arms, closer and closer. Close enough for their breaths to overlap, close enough for him to kiss her lips... but he paused.

Even though she was fainting, even though she was unconscious at the moment, he still didn't dare to offend her.

Yu Beiming's lips slowly moved upwards, and with the piety of a pilgrim, he carefully placed a kiss on Sang Feiwan's forehead.

"Wanwan, I'm sorry, I can't show you our past memories. The ten years we spent in this small town were so beautiful and wonderful that I can't bear to forget them. But it's too painful, too painful to be the only one who remembers them. I can't bear to let you remember them alone, and I can't bear to let you suffer as much as I did."

"Wanwan...my Wanwan...I really want to continue walking with you, even if we are just neighbors..."

A long sigh fell into Sang Feiwan's dream, creating ripples.

At this moment, Sang Feiwan's consciousness was trapped in darkness. She tried to break out of the darkness, but no matter which direction she went, she would be knocked back by an invisible wall after taking only two steps.

What is this? Is the consciousness trapped by the inner demon?

She reacted and rushed in one direction.

She didn't know how long the collision lasted, but finally there was a "boom" and the wall of her heart collapsed. Large patches of red light flooded in front of her eyes, so blinding that she subconsciously closed her eyes.

But the strong smell of blood coming from his nose made Sang Feiwan feel something was wrong. He opened his eyes again and saw large areas of red.

Red sky, red clouds, red...blood mist.