Ruolin

"do not want!"

Bo Lin's eyes were shattered, and he watched the girl he loved commit suicide with a horizontal sword, hot blood splashed on his face.

His heart seemed to be tightly held by someone, and he only felt pain, severe pain, heart-piercing pain.Bo Lin breathed hard, he opened his mouth but found that he couldn't make a sound.

Bo Lin gently pulled her into his arms, and reached out to wipe the blood overflowing from the corner of Song Ruo's mouth. The bright and coquettish red slowly soaked through his plain clothes.

"Ruo Ruo..."

Bo Lin called her with a trembling voice.

Song Ruo was dying, and the huge pain spread from his heart to his whole body.The severe pain made her weak, and Song Ruo couldn't even raise her head to see Bo Lin's appearance at this time.

She kept vomiting blood, and there was a pool of blood under the two of them.

"Ruoruo..." Xuanji covered her mouth and cried, Si Feng hugged the collapsed Xuanji tightly with tears in her eyes.

Linglong didn't dare to look at her, she snuggled into Minyan's arms and cried tremblingly.

Bo Lin sent his divine power into Song Ruo's body like crazy, but found that it was useless, and the life in his arms was still passing away.

"Don't leave me..." Bo Lin held her hand and pressed it against his face, begging her with sobs.

"Don't leave me alone..."

Bo Lin's eyes were red, he was eager to wipe away the blood Song Ruo vomited, the bright red was dazzling.

"I beg you don't leave me alone..."

"Don't leave me... Ruoruo"

Song Ruo finally looked up at him reluctantly, and Bo Lin's cold tears dripped down the corner of his eyes.

She pursed her lips and smiled, her voice weak.

"Bai Lin...you live well..."

"Sorry…"

Bo Lin watched with his own eyes the girl he loved disappearing into his arms, turning into a stream of light bit by bit.

He was stunned and sat on the ground still holding her in his arms for a long time.

"Brother, you are very beautiful."

"Brother, I was wrong!"

"Brother!"

As soon as Song Ruo died, he turned back into a love thread and returned to Bo Lin's body, so that Bo Lin's stagnant cultivation suddenly rose to a breakthrough.

The Emperor of Heaven didn't expect that Song Ruo could give up his life, so he knew that he was at the end of the road.He suddenly laughed, remembering that Chang Le cursed himself that there must be retribution before he was dying.

"Brother," he looked at Bo Lin who was slowly standing up, with nostalgia on his face, thinking of the three brothers by the Ruoshui River singing to each other over wine. "Do you still remember the volley swordsmanship taught by elder brother?"

The shaking light sword in Bo Lin's hand burst out with strong divine power, and he looked at this relative who had been completely changed in his memory.

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