Second Master, Madam, she is planning to kill someone again!

Shen Xiujin's throat was extremely dry, and as she breathed, her heart seemed to be drained, squeezed, and torn apart bit by bit.

"Ajin...are you back?" Su Qiao opened her eyes in a daze, but before she could see clearly those black eyes covered with red blood, she heard a 'pop' sound.

Shen Xiujin turned off the bedside lamp, and the only light source went out. The room was dark, leaving only suppressed breathing.

One after another, the pressure made her nerves ache.

In fact, according to her vision, it doesn't matter whether the lights are on or off.

She could see his scarlet eyes, filled with a thin layer of water that made her heartbroken.

"Ajin..." Su Qiao called him.

He reached out to touch Shen Xiujin's head, but before he could touch it, he was held by the man's cold hands and wrapped gently.

Shen Xiujin didn't say a word. He stood up silently, lay on the bed, took her into his arms, and held her so tightly that it hurt her.

She didn't struggle at all, she indulged him, raised her hands, and gently hugged his neck.

Shen Xiujin trembled violently and buried his head in the crook of her neck. Su Qiao felt warm liquid soaking into her hair and imprinted on the skin on the side of her neck.

His despair and fear had no place to hide in the darkness...

"Xiao Qiao..." Shen Xiujin's voice was hoarse and she was trembling uncontrollably. He wanted to ask her if it hurt?

But all the strength in his body was exhausted, and he could only call her name.

Fortunately, Su Qiao understands everything.

She touched his head, her tone gentle but strong.

"It hurts a little, but it's not a big problem." Su Qiao pretended to be relaxed and coaxed him, half-truthfully, "Don't worry, I can solve it. It doesn't matter if you can't take out the eye of the past life..."

She said: "Ajin, I will never forget you, I swear."

"I will stay with you until I'm a hundred years old. When your hair is white and all your teeth are gone, you will still be my Ajin..."

"The next life is too far away, I don't want to think about it anymore. But in this life, I will stay with you until I die."

She talked a lot, and gently touched his head with her hand, as if she had infinite love.

She said: "Don't be sad, my Ajin, you want to be the happiest person in the world. In this way, I won't feel pain..."

"Ajin, let me tell you secretly, the stronger my spiritual power is, the faster the eye of the past life will attack. Tsk, I will suffer a loss because I am too strong... It doesn't matter. I can deal with it after I finish helping my brother and Xu Qinghuan. I will leave the hidden dangers left by the evil star to my senior brother and master in the Xuanzong Alliance. From now on, I will no longer be the number one mystic master in the world, but will just be your wife, okay?"

The more she talked, the more sleepy she became, and her body was very exhausted.

Su Qiao closed her eyes and murmured softly: "In that case, I will be an ordinary Mrs. Shen. There is not much room for the eyes of past lives in my body. I can always remember you. After seventy-three years, we We will grow old together. Then we will win..."

She doesn't ask for anything from life to life. After reincarnation, she will no longer be the same person as before.

She only needs this life.

As long as she and her Ajin have a long and good life, it is enough.

Shen Xiujin buried his face in the side of her neck. Su Qiao couldn't see his face, but could only feel his breathing, rising and falling with her pulse.

It's like she is his life, he will live with her and die with him...

Su Qiao looked at the ceiling and smiled softly.

"Ajin, you love me so much... That's great, so do I."

A long time later, when Su Qiao was about to fall asleep, she heard a man's deep voice, saying against her flesh and blood: "Xiao Qiao, love me a little...a little, that's enough."

In the beginning, his love wanted her to die with him. It didn't matter if he dragged her to hell, as long as she stayed with him, no matter what.

But now he can't bear it.

She frowned, but he didn't want to let her go.

Outsiders thought that Su Qiao was his destiny, but how could that be possible?

What does his life mean?

And his little rose is much more expensive than this gold...

Lingyun Peak, Fuju Cave.

The glazed lamp was placed in the cave and eleven layers of barriers were set up.

The evil star, burned to ashes by the nine-layered lights and then resurrected, slowly opened its eyes in the flames. The pair of silver eyes in the flames were like snow that never melted, but they were crazier and hotter than the nine-layered lights.

The evil star's face was burned bit by bit, but those eyes were smiling.

"Ha..." He murmured in a hoarse and strange voice, "This game has finally reached the fun part..."

After waiting for a thousand years, how could he arrange a dead end for himself?