For a moment, the two of them were fighting hard in the room. Suddenly, Huangfu Ming seized the opportunity and dived towards Feng Qingjue.

"Huangfu Ming! Don't hurt Jue'er!" Huangfu Xi roared angrily, trying to stand up, but ended up sitting on the ground again.

Yue Sijin was anxious and quickly protected her from behind. The sword on her chest pierced directly into her heart.

Opening her eyes wide, she groaned, and blood spurted out from the corner of her mouth. The sword... also pierced Huangfu Ming's chest. Huangfu Ming groaned and fell down.

Behind him, Feng Qingjue's heart trembled. Looking at Yue Sijin, who was slowly falling down because of protecting herself, she felt a pain in her heart for some reason.

Subconsciously hugging her, looking at her frowning in pain, she didn't know what to say, and her heart was full of mixed emotions.

Whether it was surprise, heartache, or gratitude, she couldn't tell.

Yue Sijin smiled weakly and said, "Jue, I'm sorry..."

Feng Qingjue was stunned for a moment, and finally there was a trace of unbearability in her eyes. "Like Jin..." She hesitated, but she still didn't say anything.

"Haha...Jue, remember, I love you, but I never regret it..."

"I have troubled you for so long, and I will never do it again..."

He slowly stretched out his hand, as if he wanted to touch her face, but as soon as he reached the air, the blood-stained hand fell.

Looking at her closed eyes and the slight smile at the corner of her mouth, Feng Qingjue slowly closed her eyes. In fact... he still regarded her as his sister, right... otherwise, why would he feel so uncomfortable?!

Outside the door, the Jin Yiwei suddenly appeared, rushed into the door, and helped Huangfu Xi up.

At the door, the sun appeared from behind the thick clouds, and the sun fell inch by inch.

When it shines on everyone, this scene is very familiar, so familiar that it makes Feng Qingjue's eyes turn red.

Love is so simple, secret love, lovesickness, pursuit, dedication...

Suburbs——

The moon-like tombstone, Feng Qingjue stood there for a long time

Her cute and innocent smile, simple actions, and the look of fear of killing. Looking back now, it turns out that she has always been that cute little girl, but I just hurt her.

Sighing slightly, she turned around and prepared to go back. Behind her... an old monk wearing white cassocks stood there with a kind face.

"Who are you?!" Feng Qingjue asked with a frown.

The old monk touched his snow-white beard, which was not long, and said, "The poor monk's name is Lingchen..."
Chapter completed!