The quick-traveling scumbag is really a heartthrob

"I, Ning Zhao...this love came too late, I realized it too late."

Pan Shu's eyes fell on the note in his hand, "Give it to me."

Chu Yun slowly gave her a trembling hand.

The girl watched...with tears in her eyes, and at the last part, she slightly curved her lips.

Chu Yun hated the close connection between her and Shang Dai.

The feeling that no one else could penetrate him was even more painful than when the blood-stirring Gu devoured his internal organs.

He is not a loyal person.

……

Shang Dai was buried in the mountain stream of the Taoist Temple in the middle of the mountain.

Green smoke curls.

No one cries.

The gurgling mountain stream carries the wind gently caressing the melancholy girl.

His death was indeed unfair.

Slowly, the wind blew an old letter from the grave.

"I have my own place to go... You once said that you wanted me to use my extraordinary ability to drink someone in the future. Even if you said you didn't need to save him... but that person was you, how could I not save him? If my master saw you, I should I am extremely happy. After all, you are much more powerful than me, and you can make many calculations with just the monster's mind..."

"It's a pity that Master died very early. He died as a punishment from heaven. He fell in love with someone he shouldn't have loved. Master asked me to call that person Master. I only met her briefly when I was a child. She was a very beautiful woman. ...But she is a demon.”

"Master doesn't like the word monster, but he will definitely like you very much. I don't know why."

"I will do one last thing for Shushu..."

Shushu, I will love you forever.

Pan Shu tore the note into pieces with an expressionless face, slowly opened her hand, and the fragments fell into the crackling fire, and soon dissipated quietly.

When turning around.

The fire suddenly shot into the sky behind her, as if someone was saying their final goodbyes to her.

Her delicate porcelain cheeks were illuminated by the firelight, and her red lips were lightly curved, "This is...the first man to die for me..."

Too many people died for her.

But Shang Dai chose the most tragic one.

She is like a goddess born from the fire.

There is much more submissive faith and holiness in the whole body.

Pan Shu felt many small light spots flickering around her body. She reached out and touched them, and those small light spots seemed to have spirituality pouring into her body.

Very comfortable.

"This is God's blessing to you."

"Is it the one Shang Dai said?"

The system seemed to be organizing the language and looked at her in disbelief, "No! It's the supreme god. You have won the favor of the god!"

"What's the use?" Pan Shu didn't care. If it was useless, what would she use it for?

The system was helpless and calm, "From now on, luck will favor you forever."

Lucky, Pan Shu thought for a moment, this golden finger seems a bit thick...

"God gives you luck, Shang Dai... look." The system looked at Ban Shu's white and white wrists, "No matter what kind of injury you encounter, even... death, it will save you."

Pan Shu lowered her eyes and raised her wrist slightly.

It was a cute little pink and white peach blossom.

"His price is...?"

"My soul is gone. There is no one else in the world. I can only save you once."

Pan Shu said silently, just once... is already good.

"Where do people go after they die?"

"Dark Night City." The system didn't say much, seeming to be afraid.

Pan Shu chuckled softly, her eyes turned a bit foggy white, her porcelain white face was full of indifference, and the gorgeous pearls made her even more cold and charming.

On the way back to the palace.

Pan Shu loosely opened the window screen and half-closed her eyes, feeling lazy and world-weary.

From the first mission world to now.

Indeed, it turns out that loving her comes with a heavy price.

People who love her come one after another.

"Chu Sui."

She raised her eyebrows.

A lonely young man with his eyes lowered quietly appeared on the carriage.

"Why are you following me?" She said casually, as if she didn't care about the answer at all, she was just chatting casually.

"I'm sorry, something big happened in the capital, and something big happened to you... I didn't know until then."

Pan Shu managed to stir up some interest.

The lazy sitting posture was slightly straightened.

strange.

She actually smelled a trace of blood from the young man.

Still, it’s different.

This is the growth of Chu Sui.

"Where is Lin Gu Nian? The capital? Or have they already...arrived at the imperial city?"

She didn't care about herself at all.

Chu Sui thought painfully.

"Ning Zhao, I killed many people, but I still miss you."

His eyes were pitifully moist, his white facial lines became sharper, and his eyes were more resolute.

He probably wanted to touch Pan Shu, but when she resisted, her thin hand slowly froze in her mouth, and then she took it back as if nothing had happened.

But he is still very young.

Very delicate and beautiful.

He didn't answer her question, much wiser.

A few days ago, Chu Yun put on a good show for her.

in her cognition.

Shen Que has been beheaded.

It's so clumsy that it can be revealed at a glance, even if everything is very realistic.

Even though everyone thought the young emperor was dead.

But Pan Shu knew, no.

She should have shed some tears and put on a show, but she was a little tired.

Just leave after finishing your work.

Seeing so many people die with her own eyes, Pan Shu was not indifferent.

This time.

The war between Lin Kunian and Chu Yun has begun.

Rivers of blood flowed again.

Or, between Chu Yun, Lin Kunian, and Chu Sui, there can only be one winner in the end.

This is what they have already acquiesced in their hearts.

Beijing.

A small number of people have already begun to leave in a hurry with their families and children. The vast majority of people are looking at the increasingly dark and cold sky in panic, waiting for death.

Pan Shu looked at them.

Eyes half closed.

Pointing at the common people, he stared deeply at Chu Sui, "Are you going to kill them...or would you rather kill them by mistake than let them go?"

Chu Sui looked at the people begging to live outside the window, and his heart was already calm.

But he was silent.

What he meant was obvious.

Ban Shu's eyes were pale, she turned her bare hand over, holding a dagger in her hand. The cold-gleaming hilt reflected the young man's obscure eyes, and the tip of the knife pointed at the young man's heart.

The boy was very quiet and motionless.

He is the best assassin.

Silently, three seconds to kill.

Such an assassin only waits silently for the girl he misses so much.

Wait for her to take action.

But the girl slowly put the knife into his hand, "Will you kill me like you killed them..."

Chu Sui's fingertips trembled violently.

He looked at her aggrievedly with red eyes.

After a while, the dagger clattered onto the soft blanket with a muffled sound.

"Ning Zhao, I can't go back... I can't go back. I have killed robbers and prisoners who did all kinds of evil. I have also killed selfish squires and landlords. I have killed bad people, and I have killed countless good people..."

"But before...I can't go back."

He lowered his eyes, his pupils were moist, and he was silent for a moment, "So I choose to go on, even if I make the same mistake again and again..."