white dragon chasing

"No, it's not like that, what I saw wasn't really—"

Li Bai, who had just come out of retreat, looked at the scene in front of him, and said with dull eyes.

The green hill that used to be a ten-mile peach forest has now become a ruin, with pink petals floating on the blood-stained river.

What came out of the shop was no longer the scent of peach blossoms, but a disgusting smell of blood, which irritated the tip of his nose.

Li Bai actually shed tears, and the tears fell silently from the corners of his eyes.

"It's not true, it's not true."

He kept chanting, walking past the corpses, looking at the faces that were already bloody and mutilated, he tried hard to recall their appearance, names, and even their voices in his mind...

But—can’t think of anything—

Standing in the center of the corpse was a man in a white robe. The weapon in his half-squatting hand gleamed silver in the sun.

Li Bai looked at the weapon, which he was very familiar with, and that one was the dragon beard piercing gun, which belonged to Han Xin.

Looking at Han Xin's body covered in blood again, he didn't lift his head, but for some reason, his red eyes were filled with tears.

He was still immersed in the killing just now, and Li Bai walked in quietly dragging the Qinglian Sword.

Walking behind him, the familiar figure immediately brought him into memory, and the surrounding peach trees grew.

There used to be a person sitting here, his white ponytail was blown high by the wind, the boy in white turned his head to look at him, smiling, especially those eyes were more beautiful than the flowers growing in this peach forest, bright red and clear.

He would always follow the wind and say: "Hey, here you come, I knew you would come, I have wine here, do you want a drink?"

He would always smile and say, "Okay, I wish I could."

Seeing these eyes again in an instant, Li Bai was pulled back to reality. These eyes were so red that he felt a little cold, and his eyes were completely dark and he couldn't see clearly.

And there is no peach forest around, it was razed to the ground by the sea of ​​fire, and there is no favorite peach blossom drunk.

Han Xin turned his head and looked at him blankly. The two looked at each other for a long time before he recovered and still showed a smile on his face.

"Come, I knew you would come."

But the next moment, Li Bai's sword fell on his shoulder, and he said coldly, "Who did this?"

Han Xin looked up at him, there was no emotion in his purple eyes, he became dull, and whispered: "Yes, it's me—"

"…you…"

Can't believe what he heard?Immediately, I felt that the top of my head was split by lightning.

"No..." Han Xin wanted to say, no, what you see is not the truth.

But when he saw that he had raised the Qinglian sword, he thought for a moment that it was over, and then he closed his eyes, maybe being able to kill the enemy with his hands would make him feel better, and he would not be unhappy in the future.

"You...why don't you explain?" Li Bai saw that he had closed his eyes, as if he was welcoming death. Is this the default?

No, he didn't believe it, how could it be possible.

"Say, it's not you, right?"

"What do you think?"

"what--"

Li Bai let out a loud cry, and swung the Qinglian Sword downward.

Han Xin waited, waiting for his sword to fall, and it was a kind of satisfaction to die under his sword.

But that moment did not come, a gust of wind passed by, and I felt something.

He immediately opened his eyes, and Li Bai fell straight into his arms.

"Fox, fox..."

Han Xin called him, and Li Bai smiled slightly, rolling his eyes.

Han Xin couldn't stop the tears flowing out immediately. He pressed Li Bai's neck, trying to stop the blood from flowing out, but he couldn't stop it no matter what.

Crying: "Fox, why are you so stupid, don't leave me, I only have you."

Li Bai snorted and laughed, coughing non-stop, and blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.

He stretched out his hand to touch Han Xin's face, and said in a hoarse voice: "Hehe~ In the next life, I don't want to meet you, a silly dragon!"

Farewell to Han Xin.

"No, no!"

Han Xin hugged his body and ran wildly, "Who, who can save him."

But after running for dozens of miles, there was no one there, so he suddenly knelt down on the ground, and the setting sun was hanging by his ears, dyeing the sky red.

Crystal tears dripped on Li Bai's face.

Han Xin looked at his closed face, as if he was asleep.

She suddenly opened her mouth and smiled: "Fox, we are all so stupid, do you think you are the only one left in this world? But have you ever thought that I am the only one left in this world!"

"Fox, it's late. In this lifetime, in the next lifetime, you will never get rid of me."

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