President, don't be arrogant!

Xiao Yu saw Xiao Han lying there motionless, saw Wei Zixi collapsed and immersed in pain, and tried to walk over.

After taking two steps, his legs seemed to lose strength, and he fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"Xiao Yu!" Feng Lanlan was startled, and hurried over to help him up.

Just touching his arm did he see that his face was ashen, his eye sockets were covered with bloodshot eyes, hollow and obscure.

Feng Lanlan bit his lip, the tears in his eyes fell down uncontrollably, he didn't help him up by force, he just squatted down to accompany him.

Wei Zixi kissed his cold lips for a long time, but he didn't respond at all, and his body that had lost its temperature even began to stiffen.

The heart seemed to be taken away alive, leaving a big, big blood hole, which was bleeding continuously.

It was like being strangled by someone, unable to breathe, almost suffocating.

The grief and the turbulent sea were about to completely submerge her, Wei Zixi hugged him and cried loudly, crying so hard that her eyes gradually changed from black and white to golden.

Tang Ke and Tang Su were heartbroken, they walked to her side with their arms, Tang Ke tried to speak: "Zixi, don't be too sad, he..."

Wei Zixi seemed to have never heard of it, and just hugged Xiao Han and cried. There was no killing intent in the golden pupils, only pain, and the tears that flowed out turned into scarlet blood.

Tang Su was stunned, "Zi Xi, you..."

Werewolves don't shed red tears.

Tang Ke held his wife's hand, gave her a look, and motioned her to stop talking.

No matter what they said now, Wei Zixi couldn't hear her, and it didn't matter why she shed red tears.

Zhou Mingbai sat on the ground blankly, unable to react for a long time.

How could Xiao Han touch the Lingyi jade pendant, and why did he die?

and--

Why does his heart hurt so much!

Looking up at the corpses lying around, the blood that wets the ground is filled with the breath of death.

These are all caused by themselves, and only those of their own blood and wolf clan will suffer heavy casualties.

so sad.

Why is he so sad in his heart, as if something is pressing on his heart, so heavy that he can't breathe, as if he is going to die.

What had she done to herself, what was this feeling like!

Why would he want to—tears.

Feng Lanlan raised his head to look at Wei Zixi, who was sinking into grief, and said softly, "Zixi, you...sorrow is changing."

Hearing her voice, Wei Zixi seemed to come back to his senses, let go of Xiao Han and staggered towards Feng Lanlan, and knelt down in front of Feng Lanlan with a thump.

"Lazy, please help me again, save Xiao Han, you must have a way to save him..."

Feng Lanlan sniffed, looking at a loss, "Zixi, I'm sorry... I can't save him."

"I don't believe it! You are a witch, you must have a way to save him!" Wei Zixi reached out and grabbed the corner of her clothes, pleading bitterly: "You can definitely save him, and I will do whatever you say you need me to do." Do it, even if it's my life in exchange!"

She was the one who should be damned, not Xiao Han!

She promised to protect him for the rest of her life, but she made him lose his life trying to protect herself.

Feng Lanlan bit his lip and said weakly: "Zixi, I really have nothing to do. If he dies, he is dead. There is nothing anyone can do, let alone..."

"He exchanged his life for the jade pendant!"

Someone once used forbidden techniques to revive his dead lover, but in the end...

Feng Lanlan can't save Xiao Han, she doesn't know forbidden techniques, and she can't use forbidden techniques.

The last glimmer of hope in the moist and surging eyes was shattered, they were empty and without focus.

The hand that tightly grasped the corner of Feng Lanlan's clothes was released suddenly, and the whole person collapsed on the ground as if without bones, covering his lips and whimpering, like a wounded little monster.

"I'm sorry..." Feng Lanlan knelt down and hugged the weak and helpless her, "Zixi, I'm really sorry."

She is a witch, but she can't help her, she can only watch Wei Zixi suffer so much after losing Xiao Han.

Wei Zixi pushed her away feebly, couldn't even stand up, almost dragged his body all the way to Xiao Han, and hugged him into his arms again.

Fingers covered with mud and blood caressed his face, choked up and said: "No, I will not let you die, I will definitely save you! I swear, no matter what method is used! I will definitely let you come back!"

"Zixi, Xiao Han has already left, you..."

Tang Ke wanted to comfort her, but before he could finish speaking, Wei Zixi raised his head abruptly, his misty eyes were as cold as a knife blade, and his crimson lips squeezed out three words coldly: "Shut up!"

Her Xiao Han will not die, and she will definitely not let him die.

Wei Zixi hugged Xiao Han and sat on the ground obsessively, not letting anyone touch Xiao Han, and not hearing anyone speak.

In the end, Xiao Yu came back to his senses and knocked Wei Zixi unconscious, which separated her from Xiao Han.

Zhou Mingbai was gone, and the remaining blood races were also gone.

I don't know if it's because of Xiao Han, those werewolves who died didn't come back to life.

Tang Ke lost his daughter and mother, suffered a lot of blows, and suddenly aged a lot, but he still had to hold on, take care of the funerals of the dead werewolves, organize the living werewolves, and move places.

Dapsang was found, this place is no longer safe, they need to move to a more secluded place.

Wei Zixi woke up the next morning. As soon as she opened her eyes, the image of Xiao Han collapsed appeared in her mind. She threw off the quilt and got out of bed with bare feet and was about to walk outside. After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped. pace.

The head moved to the side of the bed one by one mechanically, and there was a folding bed, and the clothes on Xiao Han's body were already clean, and his expression was calm, as if he was just asleep.

Wei Zixi's legs seemed to be tied to stones, every step was very difficult, and she finally got to the bed and sat down.

If it was possible, she would think that all of this was just a dream, he was still alive, but fell asleep, and when he woke up, he would look at her again, ignore her arrogantly, and fight coldly with her.

This time, she will coax him as quickly as possible, and he can do whatever he wants.

The red and swollen eyes from crying last night were filled with mist again. She sniffed her nose and made a hoarse voice with difficulty from her dry and stinging throat: "You are angry...so you deliberately punished me like this."

This was supposed to be her fate, but he took it on his behalf.

In this cold war, he will never talk to her again, no matter how she coaxes her.

The white fingers caressed his cheeks, as cold as if they were going to frostbite her hands, but the fingertips were filled with endless tenderness and affection, sticking to his skin and reluctant to take it off.

"Xiao Han, you must come back to life, because without you...all this is meaningless to me."

The last dream is to grow old with you for a hundred years.