I still remember the king's heart

"In this way, you have found your long-lost aunt here in Lin'an, that's really gratifying."

Sang Yu pursed her lips and smiled, finally revealing a smile that came from her heart in the past few days, like a pear blossom on a branch.

Seeing Yue Xinyao's thoughts moved slightly, she wanted to step forward and hold the catkin dangling beside her, but Sang Yu felt it, and stepped back to the side.

"The gorgon cake at that store is pretty good, buy some back for Suming, she can just eat it after drinking the medicine"

Yue Xinyao nodded lightly, concealed the disappointment in her eyes, and stood at the corner of the street waiting for her to come out.

A smear of the setting sun in the sky was like blood, and the dim yellow halo elongated the two figures, giving it a sense of depression.

For some reason, Sang Yu was always restless, her eyelids were twitching wildly, and she couldn't help walking faster and faster.

"What's wrong?" Yue Xinyao asked in a low voice.

Sang Yu shook her head, she had already reached her mother's grave, and there was only one cup of tea left. The forest was still as quiet as ever, with mist and a little coldness.

She relaxed a little, and her steps became brisk.

Yue Xinyao grabbed her sleeve, "Something's wrong"

"what happened?"

“too quiet”

Isn't it strange that in such a deep forest, you can't even hear the chirping of insects and birds, and she also sensed a trace of murderous intent.

Sang Yu was startled, looked at the thatched hut so close, gritted her teeth and ran over quickly, pushed open the door, her face turned pale instantly.

The blood splattered all over the sky, it was the only color in her eyes, the blood was still warm and sticky on her face, Sang Yu was almost dumbfounded, watching the man take the sword out of her aunt's body, Another burst of blood mist filled his vision.

"It's you..." A lot of blood gushed out from the corner of Sang Xia's lips, mixed with purple-black visceral fragments, before she finished speaking, she swallowed her last breath.

"Auntie!" Sang Yu seemed to have just come back to her senses, shouted angrily, her eyes turned red, and subconsciously used the Wenqing swordsmanship that Su Ming had taught her, attacking the man in black mercilessly go.

The man in black looked back sharply, and something flashed in his eyes. He could defuse her attack with a raise of his hand, but he blindly avoided it.

Yue Xinyao flew up and stood in front of her, "You are not her opponent, let me do it"

Panting heavily, Sang Yu was almost unable to stand still, and stumbled towards her aunt, tears falling down on the ground.

Originally thought that if I found my aunt this time, I would be able to stay with my aunt all the time, but who knew that just a day's work would make things different.

The laughter in this hut last night was still in my ears. It was because she had been wandering for many years and hadn’t felt the warmth from her relatives for a long time. She thought that after she reconciled with Su Ming, she could officially introduce her to her aunt. People live happily together.

Who knew that this expectation would be permanently shattered before it could be realized.

Happiness is always fleeting. Sang Yu hugged her aunt's body that was getting colder and wept uncontrollably: "Auntie, open your eyes and look at me. I'm Yu'er and I'm here to take you home."

"Auntie, didn't you say you wanted to cook Dongpo elbow for me? Yu'er cooked the meal last night. Auntie, do you want to deny it?"

All that responded to her was a dead silence in the room, and the man in black seemed to have moved in his eyes, tenderness, remorse and guilt intertwined with various emotions, and finally turned into a glance back.

Sang Yu laid her aunt's body down and got up slowly. She was always a gentle and elegant woman, but there was a hint of sternness in her eyes.

"Xinyao, please do something, I want this person's head"

Yue Xinyao nodded, and the attack became more fierce. The man in black had to fight and retreat, and his sword hand trembled a little.

She said...she wanted her head on her neck.

The man in black swayed slightly, and his heart throbbed violently. Yue Xinyao's sword had already struck in front of her, and she had to grit her teeth and raise her sword to resist.

The fallen leaves were swept away by the burst of sword energy, and fell all over the sky one after another. Sang Yu was stunned on the spot, heart ashamed, looking at the sword that was still dripping blood in the man in black's hand, and burst out laughing.

She is very familiar with that sword. She once wrapped the sword tassel with her own hands, and the person next to her pillow never left her body day and night. She once laughed and said that it would be better for you to live with this sword forever. on her lips.

"Where does the sword have such soft jade and warm fragrance, it makes people want to stop"

The desolate and helpless laughter grabbed Su Ming's heart tightly, and she took a step back, seeing Sang Yu's pale face, and the pain in her heart spread little by little.

Sang Yu took Yue Xinyao's sword and walked towards her step by step, the blade of the sword reflected a cold arc, Su Ming closed his eyes slightly, his face felt cold, and the black veil covering his face was lifted off.

"Why, why is this?! Su Ming, tell me why?!"

Sang Yu let go of her hand, and the sword fell from her palm with a soft bang. Su Ming looked at her who was almost out of control, and shook her body slightly.

The lips moved, and finally spit out three words slowly: "I'm sorry"

Sang Yu chuckled, tears slipped down her cheeks silently, she raised her eyes to look at the person she had loved from the beginning until now, her face was still as cold as dust, but she felt so strange.

It turned out that she had never really understood her.

She used to think that Su Ming loved her, even though she had brought her so many injuries, none of them were more severe than this time, so that the heart in her chest would not be able to beat anymore.

The person she loved the most killed her dearest person...

"I have nothing to say now. You kill me." Suming raised Hanguang and handed it to her hand. The moment her fingertips touched her palm was cold, and she wanted to hold it to keep her warm.

But Sang Yu had already raised his sword, and looked at her with teary eyes, just like when they first met, the eyes were shimmering, wet like a panicked deer in the forest.

"What else do you want to say?" Sang Yu's sword hand trembled slightly.

As long as you explain...as long as you explain...I...

"No..." Su Ming slightly closed his eyes.

"Did you kill the six members of Sang Family 110?!"

Sang Yu clenched her lower lip, and there was no trace of blood on her face.

"Yes" was still in a calm and calm tone, Su Ming didn't open his eyes, but his nose was sore.

There was a stabbing pain in the skin, and the tip of the sword touched her throat. Sang Yu's hair on her forehead was wet with cold sweat. She began to tremble, and she could hardly control the sword in her hand.

"Sangyu" Yue Xinyao was a little worried, afraid that she would hurt her life, and also afraid that she would hurt herself.

He had never cried so hard before, the tears kept flowing, as if they couldn't stop, Su Ming didn't need to open his eyes to believe how the man bit his lower lip tightly, trembling and crying, so pitiful.

"Sang Yu, I'm the one who's sorry for you" I spit out every single word, heartbroken, Su Ming opened his eyes and traced her outline thousands of times

, and finally painted a picture of mountains and rivers in my heart.

In that painting, she is a stunning beauty, fresh and refined like a pear blossom on a branch, and like the first snow in this world, pure white and not stained by dust.

Also... her Sangyu.

This is enough.

Su Ming closed his eyes again, and took a step forward, but there was no sharp pain as expected.

Sang Yu slowly lowered her sword. When all the love and hatred were gone, her eyes were filled with ashes and deep sadness.

She said, long-term fate, we have been together, and now we have lost our love, I have never regretted meeting you, but I am tired of love, I have been chasing you, and you have never let me really understand you.

She raised the sword in her hand, swept off a strand of black hair on her cheek, and fell from the midair danglingly.

"My aunt said last night that I would take you home to have a look. She said that she wanted us to cherish our fate and let us be together, but..."

She didn't say the rest of the words, tears welled up, she raised her head and held back desperately, "Husband, this is the last time I call you that, we don't want to see you anymore, if we meet again, we will be endless enemies"

Su Ming's face turned pale in an instant, blood was bitten out of her thin lips, "Sang Yu!" She called out in a low voice, trying to grab her sleeves, but only pieces of the clothes slipped away from her palm.

Sang Yu turned around and stumbled away, the setting sun seemed to be getting redder and redder, she raised her hand to slightly cover the glaring sun, but collapsed to the ground the next moment.

Su Ming could only watch Yue Xinyao hug her in his arms with an anxious expression, but she never had the courage to hug her again.

Even consolation is superfluous.

Probably all the origins and extinctions in the world, no one can escape the word fate, as early as that rainy night when she whispered her name, this ending was already doomed.

"Husband, is that so?" Sang Yu carefully picked up each other's two strands of hair, neatly tied a knot with her fingers, and tied them together, with a sly smile on her lips.

Da Hongxi's predestined face was also smeared with cherry color, she tilted her head and held him in her arms, "Wrong, it's like this"

Holding down Sang Yu's hand and pulling it gently, the original slipknot became a concentric knot that could not be untied even if he understood it.

"I can't see that your husband's hands are so skillful."

Su Ming smiled slightly, her eyes were dark, and the hand that was placed on her waist quietly tore off her belt, "I'm not very clever, you don't know it very well, there are even more clever ones."

A pun meant something, how could Sang Yu not understand it, half of her cheeks flushed immediately, she struggled to get up from her arms, but her scalp was so painful that she fell back again with an ouch.

Taking advantage of the situation, Su Ming pressed her under her body, and lifted off the baggy coat she was already wearing, and a piece of snow-white snow fell into her eyes, with a slight smile on her lips, covering it.

"Since the lady is so active in throwing herself into her arms, then you will not be polite as your husband."

The past flashed through my mind frame by frame, from the panic when I first saw her, to the lively and fragrant red candles warming the tent when we got married, and the lingering words of "husband" when we died, and finally overlapped into the "husband" that she couldn't cry that day when the setting sun was like blood. Get together, cut hair and cut off love.

She has hurt her with Hanguang several times, it turns out that being pointed at with a sword hurts so much, her heart feels like a knife is twisted, and she wants to live in pain.

Her Sangyu has always been a careful Sangyu, how much have I hurt you?

"Sang Yu, Sang Yu..." The man on the couch kept raving, shouting the same person's name, his brows were furrowed, his face was pale, and beads of sweat ooze from his forehead.

With a thought in mind, Hua Yin sighed, and picked up a clean handkerchief to wipe her sweat.

But being strangled by someone's wrist, Su Ming suddenly opened his eyes and coughed a few times, "Why are you?"

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May all lovers in the world get married, good night~ Everyone!