The blood-colored crystals touch the skin, which has a bone-bone chill.

A sad aura emanated from the crystal, covering Liu Qingwu.

It was Shi Wu's breath. Although he was dead, he was still extremely attached to Liu Qingwu.

A faint frost appeared above Liu Qingwu's eyebrows, and the three thousand black hairs were also dyed with frost. Tears rolled down in her clear and clean eyes, and condensed into small ice crystals on her beautiful cheeks.

Obviously, the blood-colored crystal is an extremely cold thing that can actually affect the surrounding temperature. However, for Liu Qingwu, who is the seventh level of the Tiger Fist, such cold should have been easily resisted.

But she did not resist at all, but allowed the cold air to invade her body.

Shi Wu is dead!

The man who was extremely doting on her never exists again!

In this world, what is the point of living?

Die together! Die with him! If there is a next life, be his woman again!

Liu Qingwu's petite body shrank together and trembled slightly. Her moist and tender red lips instantly turned blue and purple, and the surroundings were completely covered by rising cold air.

She stood there, pressing the blood-colored crystal tighter on her chest, feeling the unforgettable cold feeling, and waiting for the last moment to arrive.

That fool is dead, how could she live! She doesn't care whether she is killed by Lin Feng or frozen to death by the cold air!

...

"What the hell is that!" Xue Nu said with a frown.

"That might be... 'Inheritance'!" Ye Ling'er glanced at the red light on Liu Qingwu's chest and said softly.

"Inheritance?" Xue Nu said in confusion.

"It should be the inheritance of the ghostly thorns he mentioned!" Ye Ling'er glanced at Xue Nu and said softly, "If you are interested, you might as well take action to grab it, she can't beat you anyway."

"I don't want to become a monster that is neither human nor ghost!" The long-legged girl snorted, "Besides, this is the only thing her man left for her, so let it be for herself!"

"You are not stupid!" Ye Ling'er glanced at Xue Nu in surprise and said.

"What did you say?" Xue Nu said with a glaring eyes.

Ye Ling'er snorted and clenched her fist hard.

Xue Nu naturally knew that she was not Ye Ling'er's opponent, so she snorted and turned her head, and her eyes fell on Liu Qingwu again. This time she was interested by the frost on Liu Qingwu's body.

"What is she doing?" the long-legged girl said in surprise.

"She is waiting to die." Ye Ling'er bit her lip slightly and sighed softly, "The man she loves is dead, and she doesn't want to live anymore. It may be a kind of happiness to be able to die like this and die with the man she likes."

"What you said is really weird!" Xue Nu said with a glaring eyes, "It seems that you know a lot."

Ye Ling'er sighed in infinite desolation and shook her head gently.

Who knows her thoughts? Even if she is such happiness, she cannot hope for it...

...

Lin Feng stood there holding a heavy sword in his hand, his eyebrows almost twisted into the character "Chuan", and his face was extremely pale.

In his heart, there was endless sadness. Even though he was extremely tenacious, he still felt heart-wrenching at this moment.

Su Yan is dead!

His best brother was dead!

A man who had long died suddenly appeared in front of him, but died here again.

Su Yan is his best brother!

Most of his hatred for Liu Qingwu was caused by this brother.

He always thought Su Yan was dead. However, Su Yan's voice and appearance were never forgotten by him.

So today, when he heard the familiar voice, he felt like he heard the sound of nature. When he heard the three words "Brother Lin", he had no hesitation at all, and he understood directly that this was Su Yan, his brother!

He never had the idea of ​​killing Su Yan. Even if the sect would not forgive Su Yan, he would try every means to save his life.

But he had to kill Liu Qingwu and the woman Su Yan loved deeply.

In order to avenge his two robes, he had no choice!

In order to stop him from killing his lover, Su Yan fought in the most intense way.

He died before himself!

The blood-colored cold flames that soared into the sky burned Su Yan's body and also burned his heart.

That brother with a slightly round face, the guy who always stands on his side without hesitation, will never come back!

"Qingwu, promise me that I must survive if I can...ah!"

This is Su Yan's last sentence, which was said to Liu Qingwu, and why did he beg for him?

He wanted to use his death to exchange for a glimmer of hope for his lover.

"The infatuated man and woman end up the same thing." Lin Feng suddenly remembered Mr. Zhuang's words.

Su Yan is also a fool, but today, he died in front of himself in this way.

So do you really want to let Liu Qingwu go?

...

The cold air slowly condensed around Liu Qingwu's body. Liu Qingwu's silk skirt was covered with tiny ice chips. Her small body shrank tighter. Her beautiful little face was covered with a thin layer of frost, and there was no trace of blood.

However, the corners of her lips raised slightly, with a faint smile. At this moment, she had already let go of everything and was waiting for the arrival of that last moment.

Since her mother passed away, she has never felt so calm.

Death is just a kind of relief. After death, you may be able to see your mother again.

If there is a next life, I must find him again and find this man who is infinitely doting on me.

The grudges and grievances in this life...even if you have a dream! And now is the moment of waking up from the dream.

The cold blood-colored crystals were pressed against her chest, and the chill was unbearable, but she was unwilling to resist.

At this moment, her heart was infinitely awake.

A short life of more than ten years has passed by one scene after another, just like passing by smoke and clouds...

The red crystal on his chest suddenly trembled slightly, and Liu Qingwu lowered her head slightly, and her eyes fell on the blood-colored crystal.

The young man with a round face on the crystal closed his eyes suddenly opened again. Seeing Liu Qingwu's appearance, the boy's face changed drastically, and he opened his mouth and said something silently.

"Qingwu, don't do this, live well."

Although she couldn't hear it, she easily understood what he meant.

Liu Qingwu smiled sweetly, looked at the round face of the boy on the crystal, and whispered: "What a fool! You are the most important person to me! If you die, what's the point of living?"

A hint of anxiety appeared on the boy's round face, and the blood-colored crystal suddenly shook, and a warm energy burst out and spread around!

The frost and ice chips on Liu Qingwu's body melted instantly, and the frost flowers disappeared, and the black hair was instantly wet and hung on the thin shoulders. The silk was even wet in an instant, tightly pressing against the weak body.

"Qingwu, you can't die, you can't die!"

"If you die, which one can I protect?"

The boy on the crystal said something silently, but every sentence was shaking in Liu Qingwu's heart like a heavy hammer.

"Shiwu, you..."

"Can't die, live well, okay?"

Liu Qingwu's delicate body trembled violently. Looking at the anxious look of the boy on the crystal, tears rolled down!

"Shiwu, you are dead. Do you still have to protect me in this state?"

"You fool! You are such a fool!"

"I promise you, I promise you! If I have the chance, I must live well!"

"Shiwu, you idiot! Haha!"

The boy on the crystal nodded and closed his eyes tiredly.

"Haha!" Liu Qingwu laughed silently.

The blood-colored crystals are still cold, but Liu Qingwu can easily resist them.

Luoyi was still cold and wet, pressing tightly against her body, but she didn't care at all.

A strong man in the seventh level of the tiger-shaped fist can naturally be inseparable from cold and heat. This chill is nothing to her.

There was also a little bit of spirit in the originally indifferent and calm eyes.

Although the beloved man died, he continued to exist in another way. Since this is the case, she would always accompany "him", so how could she die easily?

Unfortunately, life and death are unstoppable now, and her fate still needs the handsome young man holding a heavy sword in the distance to make a judgment.

Liu Qingwu pressed the blood-colored crystal tighter on her chest, raised her beautiful head high, and looked directly at Lin Feng with a clear and clean gaze, waiting silently.

...
To be continued...