Those eyes that were once more shining than the stars were now dull as if dead ashes.

The cleaved lips were slightly raised, and a slight smile appeared.

The eyebrows and eyes are as clear as snow, and the beauty is unique, but the laughter is so sad that all the thoughts are gone, and the heart is broken.

He was hated by his parents and rejected by the world, like a monster or a monster, always walking alone and alone.

But he obviously did nothing, but he had to bear the deepest darkness in the world.

He didn't even know what he was?

Is it a human, a demon, a demon, or a monster that is not integrated into the world?

Luo Yunxiao closed her eyes and let out a low, hoarse and desolate laughter in her throat.

But in a trance, he seemed to hear a distant and tearing sound, roaring in his ears over and over again.

"If you are in the same mind as me and I have all thoughts, then... then lend me your power for the time being..."

"I...I, I don't want to destroy the world, don't take revenge on humans, I...I don't want anything..."

"I just want to keep the woman in front of me!"

Keep this woman?

Which woman?

Luo Yunxiao opened her eyes in a daze.

A vague figure appeared in front of him.

The soul scattered, and the long skirt stained with blood, as if it would dissipate between heaven and earth anytime and anywhere.

But Luo Yunxiao saw a ray of light in this blurry figure.

His only devout faith in his life, longing for the light of protection.

The chapped lips slowly opened and closed, like a swearing, and it was like a pleading for the rest of his life. From then on, he let go of the sadness: "Okay, I... borrow... you..."

As long as you can keep her!

Then at least, his dirty and rotten life still has a little value.

Then at least, he was abandoned by the world and had no regrets.

Buzzing, in the sea of ​​consciousness, eleven natal swords trembled violently, as if they were echoing something.

The energy in his body was lost and dissipated like a fountain, and it also took away his weak vitality little by little.

Luo Yunxiao slowly closed her eyes.

Dong--!

Dong--!

Dong--!

The bell rang at this time.

The huge silver moon rose to the night sky, and the nine stars shone brightly.

The white raindrops drizzled from the sky, wetting his skin, immersing his bones and blood, and permeating his soul bit by bit.

Luo Yunxiao opened her eyes in a daze and looked at the bright moon in the sky.

The burning wound on the back gradually heals.

The pain in the body left silently.

The lost vitality has returned to him at some point, bringing him hope and faith to live.

The melodious music sounded softly in my ears, just like the sound of a girl jubilant and clear sounds over and over again.

No, not just one sound, but also many sounds.

——"Uncle Master, your body is yours. Even if no one cares, you must care. Because if you take yourself seriously and abandon your emotions and desires, then no one in the world will really care about you."

——"May we be here forever and live freely forever!"

——"Uncle Xiaoshi, what is your true identity? Do you have a powerful enemy? What kind of past has it been? We don’t care about these. We only know that you are the uncle of all of us and a part of our Xiaoyao Sect."

——"We want to tell the whole world that you are from our Xiaoyao Sect and the uncle of our Xiaoyao Seven Sons."

Luo Yunxiao suddenly closed her eyes, and the raindrops fell on her face and slid down the corner of his mouth.
Chapter completed!