Chapter 118 Regret it? ?

In the pink-tender little-mouth, I don't know what I'm reading.

It's just that the smile on her face became brighter and brighter, and the tears flowed more and more.

At this moment, Hua Qianning suddenly felt a tear in her heart, which was the emotion of Qiyao.

It seems that the heart has been torn to pieces, fragmented.

When the wind blows, it ceases to exist.

She could feel that Qiyao was sad, and she blamed herself and regretted it.

Indeed, as deep as the love is, the heart hurts.

Love to the extreme, pain to the heart.

The lies she told, but also netted her tightly, strangled her tightly, until she suffocated.

With a smile, she took the dagger that stabbed Ren Fengxing, and stabbed towards the chest.

How happy is life, what fear is death! !

Without him, everything is in vain! !

Blood was flowing, and the white night sky rose was dyed scarlet. The blood seemed endless, dyeing the clear lake scarlet.

Hua Qianning opened her eyes, and she wiped away the inexplicable tears that flowed from her face.

Looking at the bright moon hanging far away in the sky.

Finally, everything seemed to be awake, the boat was still shaking slightly, and the evening wind was blowing.

Hua Qianning jumped out of the boat, moved a few steps above the lake, and then walked to the shore.

She looked around, and this was the place where Qiyao died.

It seems that this lake is the pool of blood in the blood curse.

She looked again, and on the shore, there was still the endless roses in the night sky.

However, this is not the pure white in Qiyao's memory, but scarlet red.

The mountains and plains are full of shocking red.

Seeing all this, she knew that she hadn't cast the blood curse yet.

"You are the one who entered the memory fragments!~"

Just as she was thinking, a graceful female voice suddenly came from mid-air.

This voice is very pleasant, although it is not sweet, but it also makes people lose half of their body.

Hua Qianning raised her eyes and saw a pink figure floating in the air, with a slim figure and a stunning appearance.

She is Yiyao, her body is faint, it should be just a wisp of remnant soul.

"it's me!"

Hua Qianning replied.

"It's just the seventh floor of foundation building!?"

The charming eyes were full of disappointment. After waiting for tens of thousands of years, someone could finally break her blood curse.

However, she is a female cultivator with such a low cultivation base.

Yes, she was disappointed.

It's just such a person, how could she expect her to be able to ascend to immortality and take her remnant soul to find Fengxing.

Let her sneak a look at him.

When Hua Qianning saw her figure, she became more and more faint, and the expression on her face seemed to be getting more and more sad.

She doesn't trust herself, and she doesn't trust anyone else.

Therefore, it was destined to have a tragic ending 1 years ago.

"Yaoyao, do you know why you are like this??"

Hua Qianning is full of independence, wearing a white Taoist robe, against the red roses all over the mountain, she is indescribably moving.

"..."

Qiyao looked at her, a little puzzled, didn't understand what she was talking about, and even more didn't understand, how dare she speak nonsense in front of her with such a low level of cultivation.

Although she is a remnant soul now, she will keep her from getting out, so she will stay here forever.

"Do you regret it now?? Regret hurting Ren Fengxing, regret poisoning his master?"

Hearing her words, a trace of sadness flashed across Yiyao's face.

regret?Does she regret it? ?

 "If I were you, I would never do that. I would tell that person, and join hands with him to break into the devil world and rescue the person I want to save. You obviously have the cultivation of transforming gods, and Ren Fengxing is even more powerful in the world." The number one powerhouse, but you choose to do that!!”

(End of this chapter)

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