This is what villains are like

Dark clouds piled up, rain poured down, and thunder roared.

Under the dark night sky, thunder struck from time to time, illuminating the mountain cliff brightly.

Accompanied by a popping sound, it was like a sharp blade easily cutting through the fabric.

A piece of crystal-clear hot blood just spurted out, drowning in Jiang Ruxian's eyes, causing her vision to be occupied by a bright red, making it blurry and bright red.

She seemed to be back in the courtyard where the fiery red maple leaves were falling in the wind.

But it was she who took action at that time, piercing the heart of the young man in white, and hot blood splashed all over her dress and hands.

She fled in a panic and hastily, and when she finally turned back, the boy in white behind her slowly fell to the ground, and blood was like an unstoppable stream, winding under him.

So shocking.

And tonight, with the rain falling like a torrent, a similar scene happened again.

The only difference is that Jiang Lan was the one who took action.

His expression was extremely calm, as if he couldn't feel the pain. The rusty ancient sword in his hand, lingering with sword energy, easily cut through his coat and penetrated the wound on his chest.

This is the wound she left on Jiang Lan.

Now the wound is constantly expanding. As the ancient sword passes through it, the colorful haze shines through, and the spiritual energy and spiritual charm are constantly surging, blazing and dazzling.

But what’s more, the hot blood spurts out violently, and it can’t stop flowing down. With the heavy rain, the surrounding soil is soaked in bright red...

"Do not……"

Seeing this scene, Jiang Ruxian's pupils trembled, her beautiful eyes widened, and her voice became hoarse because she was too anxious.

"No...don't be like this..."

Her voice was trembling and she was choked with sobs. Her eyes were blurry with tears. Regardless of her inability to use any cultivation at the moment, she rushed forward and grabbed his hand with both hands to prevent him from continuing to stab himself.

Jiang Lan still looked at Jiang Rushian calmly, his eyes as indifferent as abyss, as if he couldn't feel any pain.

"All the grudges are because of this exquisite immortal heart with seven orifices."

"This exquisite immortal heart with seven orifices originally belonged to you. After tonight, it will be returned to its original owner."

"From now on, there will be no relationship between you and me..."

There was no change in his tone, and he was still pushing forward unhurriedly with one hand as before.

Jiang Ruxian, who was unable to use his cultivation at this moment, could not resist at all. He was pushed away by a majestic force and fell to the ground full of blood and mud.

But despite this, she still struggled to stand up, and at the same time used all the strength she could use to stop Jiang Lan.

She finally understood why Jiang Lan secretly used the Soft Soul Transformation Powder, and he expected that she would definitely stop him and prevent him from digging into his heart.

He didn't want to kill himself at all, he just wanted to return the fairy heart to himself, and from now on, cut off the last remaining relationship between the two of them.

The emotions Jiang Ruxian had been accumulating all this time finally seemed to burst at this moment, and she could no longer bear it.

"don't want……"

"I don't want you to give me your heart back..."

"Don't be like this... okay..."

"Without your heart, how will you survive in the future? Alan, please don't hurt yourself again."

"No matter how you treat me, how you hate me, how you punish me, I beg you..."

She stretched out her hand to stop Jiang Lan, but was suppressed by the invisible force and could not move forward even half a step.

In front of her, the blood was bright red and dazzling. On the white clothes that were not stained by dust, it seemed like a coquettish flower bloomed.

Her voice was choked and trembling, and the blood spilled on her face mixed with the heavy rain and tears, blurring her vision.

Jiang Lan remained silent, the wound cut by the Ancient Sword of Eternal Calamity was expanding, becoming more and more dazzling, with light like a bright red blood diamond shining out.

The beating seven-orificed exquisite immortal heart, gushing with colorful rays of light, emerged from the wound.

The spiritual energy of heaven and earth in this area is constantly gathering as it beats.

His face is also becoming paler, and all the blood is disappearing as the connection between the immortal heart and the body is severed.

At this moment, Jiang Lan could no longer feel the feeling of blood connection with Jiang Rushian in front of him.

To him, it was as if some long-held shackles were loosening.

The heavy rain became more and more majestic, pouring down like a corner of the Tianhe River bursting its banks, and one murky stream after another began to gather under the cliff.

A bolt of lightning pierced the night sky and exploded in the distance.

"Why is it like this..."

Jiang Rushian seemed to be sluggish, just watching Jiang Lan continue to dig with the Ancient Sword of Eternal Tribulation.

In the wound full of blood, the exquisite immortal heart with seven orifices beats like a drum, containing the surging breath of life.

But as the connection between Jiang Lan and Xian Xin dissipated.

She could no longer feel the breath coming from Jiang Lan, she could no longer hear his heartbeat, and she could no longer feel his emotions...

She stretched out her hand to touch her heart, and it felt empty for an instant, as if something extremely precious had left forever from today on.

Then the heart-breaking pain that was about to suffocate spread from there.

"Alan..."

Jiang Ruxian burst into tears, raised her face, and let the rain wash down her hair, soaking her hair all over and sticking to her flawless face.

At this moment, she was no longer the fairy who stood proudly on the top of the world in her previous life, overlooking all living beings, but a weak woman who was at a loss and full of desolation and pain.

"I don't owe you anything anymore."

Although Jiang Lan's face was pale, his tone remained calm.

As the wound expanded to the extreme, he abandoned the Ancient Sword of Eternal Tribulation and reached out to pull it out.

The mana glow shimmered on the hand, and then spread to the seven-orificed exquisite immortal heart.

Then Jiang Lan pulled hard, and a spring of blood spurted out, and in his hand, the fairy heart was full of surging fairy clouds and mysterious, still beating freshly.

As the immortal heart left the body, all the blood on Jiang Lan's face quickly disappeared, and the breath of life continued to decline.

But his face and expression did not change at all from beginning to end.

This kind of pain that ordinary people can't bear is like a daily occurrence compared with the "heart-eating disease" in the past.

At least in his opinion, everything he did tonight was worth it, and the pain was nothing.

"You never owed me anything..."

Jiang Ruxian's face was pale, and he looked at the beating fairy heart bitterly.

This was the fairy heart that once belonged to her. The root of the fairy heart that she had tried so hard to get back in her previous life was now right in front of her.

But now she has no intention of taking over. There is only endless pain and regret in her heart.

She didn't want this fairy heart at all, and she never wanted Jiang Lan to poach it and give it back to her.