I Qinghuan gl

No one expected that the result would be like this.Maybe even Qinghuan herself didn't expect it.

When the sword was getting closer and closer to Nan Yang, she abruptly reversed the direction of the sword and pulled it back at the last moment. His chest was brought to Luoshuang in her hand, and he greeted him steadily.

When faced with having to kill Nan Yang, her body's instinctive reaction was to beg for death.

Nan Yang hugged Qing Huan with Luoshuang stuck in her chest, and knelt down weakly following her fallen posture.The sword was inserted into her heart, and blood gushed out instantly, soaking both of their clothes.With so much blood, Nan Yang has lived for such a long time, and has never seen a person shed so much blood.

This kind of injury, the genius doctor also can't recover.

As expected, the person in her arms quickly lost consciousness, her pupils were all dilated, and her body had completely lost any sign of life except for the hot blood that was still flowing out of her body.

too suddenly.

Nan Yang forgot to blink for a short while, obviously, just now she was energetically chasing her around with a sword in her hand, but she lost her mind for a moment, and she died in his arms so thoroughly. ...Qing Huan's consciousness of begging for death was very firm, at least at that moment she was extremely firm, without any hesitation, she let the blade penetrate into the most fragile heart veins without any hesitation, and ended her life in the shortest time.

She didn't struggle, or even try to stay awake for a while at the last moment, to say a few goodbye words to herself.

The last words she left her were "Please don't save me".

Nan Yang touched Qing Huan's side face with trembling hands, feeling cautious as if he wanted to touch it but didn't dare.Her fingertips slowly slid across Qinghuan's delicate face, slid across her chin, slid across her throat, and finally stopped on the side of her neck, pressing down gently.

The deathly calm there completely lost the bubbling vitality that a normal person should have.

She is dead.

She died so suddenly.

When Nan Yang realized this, many thoughts came to mind.She thought of all kinds of trivial things in the past, those things she thought she had forgotten and didn't care about, but they just curled up in the corner of her memory, and began to act recklessly in her thoughts at this terrible time.The scary thing is that at this moment, what she can think of is not only the good memories, but also the regrets that she didn't pay attention to.

For example, she has always said that she will learn to cook for her, but until now she has not let her taste a table of good food.

For example, she said that she would write a less vulgar couplet and paste it on the lintel of Rongku Pavilion next New Year.

For example, she said, Master, how about you accompany me to walk all over this great river and mountain?

For example, she said, you marry me.

She didn't care about these unfulfilled promises before, because she subconsciously felt that one day she would come back, and these things would eventually become a reality. As long as the two of them are alive and well, what is impossible?

But now, these regrets have really become regrets that have been seared in her memory for generations, and cannot be reversed even when they arrive.Since then, one of the two of them has really been lost, and it is impossible to make up for it in a lifetime.

Qing Huan died, and there will never be another person named Qing Huan in the future, and the voice, smile and appearance that belonged to this person have all disappeared.When she died, there was really no hope. When a person dies, he is dead. There is no more joy in this world.

And the most painful thing is that there is still a Nanyang in this world.

Nan Yang knelt on the ground, clasping Qing Huan's shoulders tightly with her fingertips, her eyes filled with confusion.It turns out that losing such an important thing, more than sadness and despair, is overwhelmed and confused.

Obviously only one person left her, but she seemed to be abandoned by the whole world.

She suddenly understood the loneliness that couldn't be concealed in Cang Min's eyes when he mentioned the past to her, and the loneliness that had hovered around her for many years.

Sadness or joy, love or hate, life or death, are all but a single thought.

Even though she has lived for more than 100 years, she has long been indifferent to all kinds of things in the world, but when death fell on her, she was finally trapped by this thought.

thump--

Wen Jinglei suddenly lost all strength, and knelt down with his eyes fascinated.The lingering pain from the roar just now was still tearing in his throat, but at this moment he was speechless for a long time.His extremely firm eyes just now became confused and messy, as if there were many emotions revolving in his mind at the same time.

The way she fell down with a sword stuck in her chest really resembled Si Huan back then.

And he has always been the most powerless spectator.

Why?He just wanted to avenge Si Huan, but in order to avenge a dead person, he took another living life.One is his wife and the other is his daughter, and they should have the same important position in his heart, but from the beginning to the end, he was only for the lost person, and he didn't have time to take good care of his own daughter around him.

Now, his daughter would rather bump into Nanyang sword by herself than live any longer. Whose fault is this blood debt after another?

Is he wrong?For so many years, he never felt that he missed it, but seeing Qing Huan almost being forced to death by himself, he couldn't help but start to think that he should think about whose fault it was.

If he hadn't been too obsessed with killing those who were punished by the North, wouldn't things have fallen to this point?

Yu Xiu walked to Nan Yang, knelt down and checked Qing Huan's pulse again. After repeated confirmation, he also had to accept the fact that she was dead.He didn't want to hurt this nephew, but he still couldn't keep her.

"Nan Yang, she's dead." Yu Xiu covered the back of Nan Yang's hand. Nan Yang's hand was covered with Qing Huan's blood. It was cold and stiff, and the blood stains rubbed against Yu Xiu's palm.

Nan Yang lowered her head, and the fingers around Qing Huan's shoulders sank deeply into Qing Huan's skin.Surprisingly, she didn't cry.

In fact, Nan Yang is a person who sheds tears easily. She didn't cry in the past, but her heart was indifferent, and she never encountered anything that could make her sad.But once she encounters something that can shake her heart, she is more sensitive and fragile than anyone else, worrying about gains and losses.Maybe it's because she really has too few confidants and few people to talk to in the past 100 years, so as long as she meets the person who is willing to open the door of her heart with all her heart, she will cherish it very much, and she will cherish it when she loses it. It is far more painful than other life and death.

But this time, she couldn't cry.

Maybe she also subconsciously understood that it was useless to cry now, the person she wanted to cry for had already closed her eyes forever in her arms.No one will love her any more, and no one will wipe away the tears that fall out for her.

But thinking of this, she will feel sad again, and she can't hold back her tears.

"Nan Yang, come back with me first, let's take her back and bury her properly, okay?" Yu Xiu tried his best to soften his voice, persuading her.

"Brother..." Nan Yang said hoarsely, with some unnatural choking in his voice, "Is there no other way... Is there really no way..."

"Qing Huan...is hurt in the veins of her heart, she has lost a lot of blood, and she is unable to recover, let alone now..." Yu Xiu sighed, turned his head away, and became ruthless, "She is dead now."