She held the Nanshan Sword in her arms.

She glued two broken swords together.

However, her relationship with He Xilou can never go back to the past.

Reunion?

That trace is still there.

Bi Yuling held the Nanshan Sword with both hands, and she gritted her teeth and wanted to break the Nanshan Sword.

However, how could she, a person without spiritual energy and unable to practice, break.

The Nanshan sword blade broke her palm bones, and she finally tore the bonded part apart and broke the Nanshan sword.

Biyuling sat in the sea water, crying so hard that she couldn't open her eyes.

When He Xilou was at his most depressed, she was by his side.

It's her!

It’s not a frost-removing flower!

"Xiaolou, don't leave me, I know I was wrong."

Jieshuanghua choked with sobs.

Holding a broken sword in each hand, she walked toward the depths of the sea like a zombie.

"I lost the small building."

"My little building is gone."

"Xiaolou, where are you?"

"..."
Chapter completed!