hug that god

Tian Mei and Wei Yan walked slowly side by side on the road, opening and closing their lips, chatting and occasionally fighting with each other.

The shallow sunlight sprinkled on their bodies, and both of them had smiles on their faces.

Suddenly, a sword passed through Tianmei's body without warning.

Tian Mei was taken aback, her smile became stiff, her body trembled, and scarlet spots flowed from her chest.

Wei Yan's smile stopped abruptly, and slowly dissipated and turned into panic and sadness. He opened his eyes wide and dared not close them. His pupils were shaking, tears were streaming down his eyes, and his eyes were hazy.

She hugged and supported Tianmei, her frail, collapsed and trembling figure was not enough to support her body, and she half fell and half knelt on the ground while holding her.

"Why, why did you kill Tianmei? Tianmei has already given her life back to them. They all forgave Tianmei. Why did you kill Tianmei...ah..." Tears flowed from her eyes and hit her face. On Tianmei's body.

She clutched Tianmei's chest stiffly and flusteredly, trying not to let her bleed, the blood flowed out from her hands uncontrollably.

"The lives of people in Yinfu City have been repaid, but the rest have not been repaid." The person who killed Tianmei stood sideways, wearing a white mask with two silver butterflies embroidered at the corners of his eyes.

Tianmei's eyes were blurred, her lips squirmed, and she couldn't even utter the last words.

Her body began to become extremely soft, and then decomposed, feeling like fine grains of sand.

"Tianmei, don't disappear, Tianmei, don't disappear, don't leave Wei Yan alone, I beg you, please, you have to keep your word, you said..."

Tianmei's body exuded red light, and her human form gradually dissipated.

The clothes in Wei Yan's hands shrank, and countless pink light spots flew out, forming a "living" character, which was the last trace of Tianmei's effort, leaving behind the character.

Wei Yan hugged her dress and reached out to grab it, but only caught one spot of light, and the others had disappeared.

"Ah..." Wei Yan burst into tears, thinking about what she said back then, I let you live, and you live for me.

She hugged Tianmei's clothes tightly, and suddenly a magnificent ray of light flew out of it.

"Tianmei?" Wei Yan stretched out her hand, trying to grab her. It was the Lingzhu that Tianmei had mentioned to her before.

Could it be that possessing this spirit bead would give her strength and revive Tianmei.

The Lingzhu flew backwards, not wanting to be touched by her, it brushed past her fingertips, and flew into the killer who had turned around and was about to leave.

The man's body seemed to have been hit hard, and he turned slightly sideways, and the mask on his face fell to the ground.

Wei Yan was crying, covering her mouth, distraught, looking at the face under the mask, her teeth chattering "Fang Yanbei"...

Fang Yanbei's heart was shrouded in a warm light, he turned around, endured the discomfort in his body, held the hilt of the sword tightly in his hand, and said in a cold voice, "You could not die."

"Tianmei wants me to live, she wants me to live..." Wei Yan choked up and emphasized, her face paled, she grabbed Tianmei's clothes and hairpins and wept uncontrollably.

"I want you to die..." Fang Yanbei's body exuded death, and with a twist of the sword in his hand, the cold light shone on Wei Yan's face.

"Tianmei wants me to live." She hugged Tianmei's clothes and jewelry and repeated a sentence, with an almost crazy insistence in her eyes.

Fang Yanbei approached slowly, taking the steps of death, shaking his hand, and stabbing Wei Yan straight with his sword.

A gust of air suddenly appeared on Wei Yan's body, and bounced back his skill.At the same time, the gas mask on Wei Yan's body was broken, and a mouthful of blood spit out from her mouth.

She didn't care about wiping, she just backed away with her clothes and accessories in her arms, and while he was being knocked into the air, she couldn't help turning around and running away.

Just as Fang Yanbei was about to catch up, he heard a familiar voice from behind, "It was he who stabbed me with a sword, so shameless, bullying the little girl here."

Fang Yanbei turned around, and it was Goudan.

Goudan is carrying a sword on his body, and Goudan named it Liquan Sword, firstly to commemorate Xiquan and Dayu Xiaoli, and secondly, he really doesn't know what to call this sword.

Goudan and his master Mo Zhibai have been looking for Fang Yanbei for a long time, and he must avenge the sword before leaving, otherwise it will be uncomfortable to swallow in his stomach, especially his sword wound is still faint ache.

Fang Yanbei pointed the sword at him.

Goudan pulled out the Liquan sword on his back, and attacked with a quick step on his feet. Fang Yanbei spun his hand and stood up the sword to block it. Goudan's sword was so powerful and powerful that it made him back again and again.

Goudan's progress was so great, it was beyond his expectation.

Goudan felt that it was almost done, raised his sword and kicked him fiercely in the stomach and returned to the original place.

Fang Yanbei held the sword in his hand, stabilized his figure, stared at Goudan with cold eyes, Goudan stood with his feet together, leveled the sword, and drew a beautiful silver light in the air.

Fang Yanbei completely gave up defense, the sword in his hand was like a decoration, he said silently in his heart, he died under his sword.

The moment Fang Yanbei's eyes closed slightly, the tip of the sword stopped in his abdomen, but did not penetrate. Fang Yanbei opened his eyes, his face expressionless.

"Hmph, I'm relieved, goodbye." Goudan put away the sword, Xiu Ran turned around, took the package in Mo Zhibai's hand, said heartily and happily "Let's go." Then the two left.

Fang Yanbei looked at his handsome and happy figure, and wriggled his pale lips: "How long can you laugh, cherish it."

A heart with only a trace of flame left was wrapped in a mass of warmth. He couldn't help but tightly grasped his chest, and the sword "Lang Dang" in his hand fell to the ground.

He muttered to himself, "Why, why did you torture me so much, a warm and loving force wrapped my killing heart, how ironic and painful."

"Brotherhood is broken, it doesn't matter anymore. My heart has cooled and numb again, and it has become a killing machine. It should not be in pain. Why is my heart so tormented? Why is it surrounded by a warm force." Fang Yanbei staggered, picked up the sword on the ground, and stepped back Back off.

He looked up at the sky, his voice hoarse and trembling: "God, this punishment is too heavy."

Suddenly his face calmed down, because he felt someone approaching behind him.

"You have to leave." It was a woman's voice, with a certain tone.

Fang Yanbei turned around slowly, and said "yes" indifferently...

"I love you." The woman said bluntly, her eyes were burning, she was extremely firm, and she took a step forward: "Stay for me, or take me away."

"Impossible." Fang Yanbei refused mercilessly.

"Then I will die in front of you." The woman's voice was sonorous and her attitude was decisive.

"It doesn't matter, I don't care." Fang Yanbei turned slightly sideways, his voice indifferent.

The woman stepped forward quickly, stood in front of him, tiptoed, raised her head, and kissed his lips.

Fang Yanbei's body froze, and for a moment, he was confused and at a loss, and he was greedy for this moment of warmth. At the moment when his eyes closed unconsciously, he opened them suddenly, his eyes were astonished.

The woman picked up the sword in his hand and stabbed it into his body suddenly, and immediately released a strong smell of blood.

Her abdomen was bleeding profusely, Fang Yanbei's body trembled, and he was still holding the hilt of the sword in his hand. The blood splashed on his hand and there was a sharp pain, but he remained indifferent to it.

The woman hugged his shoulder with a hand covered in blood, sweating on her face, and said weakly: "Killing me with the sword in your hand will make you remember me more? From then on, no one can stop your progress It's..."

Fang Yanbei's expression was cold, his heart was aching and trembling. During the time in Yinfu City, he loved her as a beggar and as Gu Yao's second brother.

"you……"

"Fang, I love you." The woman murmured, her body leaned forward against the sword, and fell on his body, without breathing or heartbeat.

Fang Yanbei was sure she was dead, pulled out his sword, hugged her and knelt on the ground, looked at her face, a cold face, and silently shed a tear.