Yuanshen, as a mortal, I cannot accompany you to the end

She watched him, but she didn't want to kill him, she just wanted to talk to him.

impossible.

He is not Rustan.

Rustan is dead.

The lady stared at Wendy coldly, and she said solemnly: "Rustan is dead, he died 500 years ago, there is no way he is still alive!"

...

—"Aren't you Rustan's lover?"

"Don't you love Rustan?"

"Rosalind."

Wendy said, her voice was not high, but very low.

"Why are you so 'disappointed' and 'angry' when you hear that he is alive and that he is not dead?"

"You don't want to believe what I say."

The emerald green eyes stared at the lady without any emotion, Wendy said slowly:

"Or, you don't really want him alive?"

The girl's voice was soft,

But sharp as a knife.

"You actually love the dead Rustan more than the living Rustan."

The lady was stunned.

why.

Why is she disappointed and angry, why does she think so?

Why she wouldn't believe that Rustan was lucky enough to survive that disaster,

Why is she unwilling to believe what Wendy said, why is she unwilling to admit that Qingye Fengyin is Rustan?

In fact, the reason is very simple, and she knows it very well in her heart.

Because I killed him.

Because he killed Qingye Fengyin, he couldn't be Rustan!

confusion.

Countless phantoms flooded into her mind, and countless pictures emerged like a revolving lantern, and she felt the scorching flames again, as if she had returned to the scorched land, walking barefoot on the barren land, the flames engulfed her Everything she had experienced also swallowed her heart.

The ice melts in the flames.

It's about to start burning again.

out of control.

Chaos, chaos, and abomination.

hatred.

Everything is a lie.

Swallowed.

incinerated.

The suppressed flames began to boil again, and the endless flames of hell rose up. The lady trembled, the half-expanded crimson mask was rapidly shattering, and the patterns of the flames flowed with terrifying streams of fire. She raised her eyes, and the fire butterfly turned Flying up, the lead-colored sky almost fell.

The fluttering fire butterfly seemed to burn everything, including the lady herself.

"lie."

The light blue eyes looked down at Wendy coldly, and there was only a hollow killing intent deep in the eyes. The Fire Witch reached out and grabbed Wendy, and the fire butterfly fluttered along her slender wrist.

Never before has there been such a frightening flame.

Fire butterflies surrounded Wendy, they circled around the latter, the churning fire merged into a prairie licking the sky, Wendy was trapped deep in the flames, her eyes were calm and cold.

"Rosalind...you're out of control."

The lady snapped her fingers, and the fire butterflies stopped circling. They dragged out a long tail of smoke and converged towards the center!

Roar--

The wind and the fire were destroyed together, and the blue light and the blood-red fire collided with each other, causing a huge explosion. Large areas of sea water were evaporated by the high temperature, turning into steaming gas, continuously gushing out, filling the eyes.

When the white air dissipated, the poet stood intact on the spot.

The Wind Demon Dragon lowered its neck, and its navy blue wings covered Wendy's body. It neighed softly, and the invisible wind swam around it. shadow.

Hatred.

There is only hatred in the dragon's eyes.

Wendy stretched out her slender and white hands, and gently plucked the strings of the qin in the sky. The clear sound of the qin echoed in the lonely sea, so Qian Feng responded to her call.

"Roar--"

The storm is coming.

The clear sky quickly dimmed, the sun slowly closed, the leaden sky was so low that it seemed to be falling, the sea raised waves out of thin air, and the waves beat helplessly and hastily on the reef.

Mountain wind, valley wind, slightly fishy sea breeze, rustling breeze, fresh forest wind in the forest, whistling hurricane between cliffs... Countless winds converge here, and thousands of winds wind around Twarin's back , wrapped around its wings

Roar.

Twarin's figure disappeared in place, and the six wings spread out in an instant, and it took off, dragging out many afterimages at such a high speed, passing through countless heavy fire butterflies, and the flames were scorching on its blue scales , but was quickly blown away by the wind.

Flowing fire covered its slender body.

Twalin's tail flicked, and the storms entwined on it were thrown out by it, and the entire beach was about to be blown away, endless wind disasters destroyed everything that passed by, and the fire butterflies withered quickly. Struggling miserably and powerlessly, he finally lost his life and fell powerlessly to the ground, the flames extinguished.

One after another, the flames were extinguished, and the thousand winds had already pressed in front of the lady.

Dragon...

Devil dragon.

The lady's almost crazy eyes are full of the shadow of the wind dragon. Under the scorching heat of the prison fire, the boundary between reality and illusion is already blurred. She seems to see the magic dragon 500 years ago again, the one that took everything away from her. Dragon!

burn you.

Just burn you.

She would be able to avenge Rustan.

The wind pierced through the lady's body, the sharp wind blades drew scars, and the blood splashed in the air, but the lady didn't know the pain, the fire butterfly was reborn from the depths of her heart, and they swarmed out.

The monstrous flame hit the dragon's abdomen, and the fire butterfly got into the latter's scales, trying to ignite it.

"Qingye Fengyin is Rustan. He lost all his memories."

Wendy played the piano of the sky, and she softly recounted the past: "500 years ago, when I found him, he died at the bottom of the valley, all the blood was drained from his body, but he was still smiling."

"He was my friend 3000 years ago."

The wind blew away the fire butterflies, and the magic dragon jumped up.

"Lies," said the lady.

"lie."

Qingye Fengyin could never be Rustan.

This is a fake, it's just a conspiracy fabricated by the wind god Barbatos. She deliberately said some words to shake her heart. She just wanted to regain the heart of God. Qingye Fengyin could never be Rustan.

The fire butterfly died slowly, and the flame gradually extinguished.

"I sent him to Daoqiu, and he came back after 500 years." Wendy said softly, she lowered her eyes, played the piano of the sky, and paused, "Just yesterday, I said to him 'friend ,Hello.'"

"I thought..." The voice was very low, she lowered her head, her shoulders trembled slightly, "I could become friends with him again."

"I want to be friends with him, I don't expect him to think of me, my requirements are not high, I just want to be friends with him again, from the beginning, I just want to have a drink with him. "

"But he's dead now."

"He is Rustan, he is my friend, he is Qingye Fengyin, but he was killed by you."

Wendy paused, and she said sadly and painfully: "He was killed by you voluntarily."

Barbatos is a very wise god.

She easily guessed Qingye Fengyin's thoughts.

In other words, Barbatos knew her friend's heart very well.

"He didn't want to tell you his true identity until he died—because he didn't want to hurt you."

"But he has to fight you because he doesn't agree with you."

lie.

The lady stared at Wendy intently, and bit out the words from the back of her throat: 'Lies. '

Just a lie.

Rustan identified with her ideals.

Rustan must have supported her

It was impossible for Rustan to fight her.

Qingye Fengyin is not Rustan.

From the beginning to the end, what she killed was just a Zephyr knight, just a clumsy and lowly mortal, what she killed was just a fake, that was the truth.

Qingye Fengyin is not Rustan.

"I could have saved him." Wendy lowered her head, and as she stroked the strings of the lyre of the sky, she repeated, "I could have saved him."

　"But you killed him again. Rosaleen."

So far, Wendy's voice has been calm, as calm as stagnant water, as calm as a wind that no longer flows.

Weary calm.

"It's all over, Rosalind."

Almost sigh.

The wind crushed everything, and the flames were drawn into the storm. Twarin was entrenched in the sky, with six wings passing over the clouds, and the wind from the sky wrapped around its body. It screamed, mournful and angry The dragon's chant echoed in the empty plain.

The flame...has dried up.

Rosalin stood on the scorched ground, the flame in her heart had been burned out, leaving only ashes.

She raised her head and watched the storm that destroyed everything.

"Impossible," she continued, and the lady repeated, "This is your lie."

The wind weighed down, as if the entire sky had collapsed.

The brown clouds were the first to shatter, and the dim sunlight poured down through the gaps in the clouds, and was also crushed by the wind. The wind pressed on the lady's flame, and the remaining flame was slowly extinguished.

The fire butterflies died one by one in the wind.

Women are like candles in the wind.

The magic power was exhausted, the flames were exhausted, she still stared at the sky, as if she was the only one left in the whole world, cold and lonely.

When Rustan died, did he also see such a scene?

He was left alone in the whole world, no one came to help him, no one came to rescue him, even his loved one was not around, he could only die in despair and alone.

cold.

She finally realized this loneliness.

500 years ago, the lady failed to save him, the lady could do nothing.