Daoist, he doesn't understand love

The spiritual light exploded, and a bright white light rose on the spot. It didn't stop, and the aftermath spread to the surroundings. The people who were still fighting were all affected by this strong spiritual power, making them unable to stand still for a while. Those with low cultivation bases were even suppressed by this terrifying spiritual power and knelt down. They all turned their heads and looked in the direction of the explosion in horror.

That pure and thick aura exploded at a very close distance, and the bright luster almost blinded people's eyes. Everyone was blind for a moment, and only after the dazzling white light gradually disappeared did they see the situation in front of them clearly.

A treasured sword was broken into several pieces by the powerful spiritual force, some fell to the ground, and the broken swords were inserted obliquely into the soil, but more of them were inserted into a person's body.

Ling Weiyun was shocked by his backlashing aura and fell back a few feet, slumped on the ground, but he was not injured at all.

All the crazy spiritual power and surging sword intent were blocked by a pale man in Tsing Yi in front of him.

No one knows how he appeared, and no one knows how he managed to stand in front of Ling Weiyun at this critical moment.

His chest was full of broken swords, and all the spiritual light and sword energy that should have been counterattacked by Ling Weiyun fell on him.

Ling Weiyun's face was blank, and after a while, he said in a daze: "...Qing Rong."

The man lying in his arms moved slightly, Qingrong's face was always pale and expressionless, but at this moment, it was the same, as if he couldn't feel the pain.

Qingrong raised his head slightly, this movement was a little difficult for him, after all he also had a fragment of a broken sword stuck in his neck, but he still looked too quiet, looked at Ling Weiyun, and said: "I Saved you again."

The words were not proud, but sighed, as if he was born to do this, and then stated the fact calmly.

Ling Weiyun nodded, and reached out to cover his neck, as if trying to cover the blood from his wound.

But in fact he is superfluous.

Qingrong was indeed scarred and covered with broken sword fragments, but not a single drop of blood flowed from him, as if he was not a living person, or rather, he was not a living thing.

Even so, Ling Weiyun still covered his wound.

Qing Rong shook her head, still in that cold tone, said: "No need."

Ling Weiyun was silent for a moment, but did not let go.

Qing Rong said: "I have to go."

Ling Weiyun asked him: "Where are you going?"

Qingrong didn't answer.

Ling Weiyun asked again: "I never asked about your background, can you tell me who you are, and if I want to find you, where should I go?"

Qing Rong said: "You already know who I am, don't you?"

This time Ling Weiyun didn't answer.

Qing Rong said: "This should be the last time I save you."

As he said that, he paused and changed his words again: "No, actually this time, I couldn't save you."

Ling Weiyun didn't ask him what he meant by that, but only heard the other party sighed, and said in a low voice: "After all, there is a trust."

Then, Ling Weiyun watched helplessly as the other party leaned against her arms, slowly dissipating like green smoke.

At the same time, Ling Weiyun heard something crackling in his chest.

Embedded in his chest, instead of the beating of the heart, the blood spar was shattered.

Everyone stared dumbfounded at what happened in front of them. The man in the blue shirt who suddenly appeared blocked the destructive aura and sword energy for Ling Weiyun, and then disappeared...

This is nothing to be surprised about, after all, it is strange that it is not wiped out under the impact of such spiritual power.

To their surprise, the moment the man in the blue shirt disappeared, Ling Weiyun also collapsed—as if all life was sucked away, Ling Weiyun's complexion quickly became bloodless and pale, Unable to support even sitting, the whole person fell down.

The one who saw this scene was Ti Ye who was bound by ego.

In his stupefied and frenzied eyes, Ling Weiyun's fallen figure was reflected in slow motion, and his pupils constricted suddenly.

Mingji sensed something was wrong, and suddenly shouted: "Ti Ye!"

However, just now, Ti Ye, who was still obedient to his words, even disregarding his own life, came to rescue him, but this time, he seemed to be listening to the wind, and without turning his head, his figure swept forward, and he had already arrived in front of Ling Weiyun.

He quickly reached out and grabbed Ling Weiyun's limp body.

"... Big Brother!"

Ti Ye's voice trembled, the red light in his eyes flickered on and off, he seemed to be awake at the same time, and then seemed to be frantic. He hugged Ling Weiyun, his face was panicked, and he was not as ruthless as before.

Ling Weiyun noticed that the spiritual power in his body was rapidly draining, his body was weak, and his pupils were gradually becoming dilated, so he tried his best to fix his gaze on Ti Ye's face.

He said slowly: "...This time, I am really going to die..."

Originally, it was just a small farewell in the world, but I didn't expect to usher in the same farewell so soon.

And this time, he didn't know if he could come back.

Probably not.

Ti Ye's eyes were red, and she hugged him tightly, her Adam's apple kept agitating, but it was like being soaked in water, and she was completely speechless.

"I didn't finish what I said last time...you left..." Ling Weiyun said softly, "I want to ask you, did the wound hurt when you were stabbed by me..."

Ti Ye shook his head vigorously, he opened his mouth, the shape of his mouth seemed to say that the pain was gone, but he couldn't make a sound at all, he seemed to be in a hurry, but the more anxious he became, the more he couldn't make a sound, he opened his mouth wide, but He could only let out a silent choked sob, which looked very painful and pitiful.

Ling Weiyun couldn't help stretching out his hand, lifted it up with effort, and gently touched Ti Ye's face.

"I also want to tell you that when I was in the human world, I didn't really want you to die..." Ling Weiyun said softly, "...I never thought of killing you."

It's just that he doesn't know whether this feeling is love. When he was in the human world, he seemed to be sure, but now after returning, he doesn't understand anything.

Probably because of this, the demonic nature in Ti Ye's body could not be eliminated.

Ling Weiyun sighed weakly again, and said: "...What can I do to get rid of the devilish energy in your body? You are like this now, and your father... treats you like this again, which really makes me very worried..."

He put his palm on Ti Ye's face, and wanted to touch him carefully again, but he was too tired, and he had no strength at all, and his hand gradually slipped down from the other's face.

The vision in front of him gradually blurred, and he could no longer see the other party's face.