The heroines are very fond of the villain me

The one who is willing to protect her with everything.

Lost the only one who loved her.

Losing her dearest relative...

"Woooooooo..."

She wept bitterly.

The hurt I have been receiving all this time is nothing compared to the grief and regret in my heart at this moment.

"It hurts!"

"I forgive you, please come back!"

"Didn't it be agreed that we would always be together?"

"Ah ah ah..."

"I'll scold you, call you, will you come back?"

His fingernails scratched the wooden board, and streaks of blood appeared.

After weeping all her tears, she tore her bloody throat and made a strong plea: "Please, come back!"

"Hit me, scold me, I don't care, woo woo woo..."

If I had known this was the end.

She would rather be pushed down by him, turning into a sword spirit and becoming one with the magic sword.

That way you can be with him forever.

You don't have to suffer such heartache at this time.

Two people outside the room.

The deacon turned away, trembling for some reason.

And An Buhao, who was completely at a loss, kept crying.

For some reason, she also wanted to cry, so she kept crying along with An Buran.

Tears kept falling into the milk cup, and she kept crying and drinking...

rustling.

In the courtyard, autumn maple trees sway.

A slender figure appeared in front of the two of them.

When the deacon saw it, there was a hint of horror in his red eyes, and he quickly saluted: "This subordinate has met the great elder!"

An Buhao immediately took out the big axe, his fleshy face full of vigilance.

The Great Elder glanced at the two of them, and his eyes fell on the room.

"However, the soul fire is still burning."

The deacon raised his head and exclaimed: "The emperor is not dead?"

Dang!

The sound of objects falling to the ground was heard in the room.

A haggard figure staggered out holding the door frame.

It is the desolate An Buran.

The great elder said with a blank expression: "Although Ran'er's soul fire is not extinguished, it has gradually dimmed."

"He won't last long in the sword furnace."

Even if An Buran dies, he must seize the last glimmer of hope.

Plop!

Weary, she fell to the ground and begged hoarsely, "Save...save him."

The Great Elder turned around and said coldly: "The only person who can save him is your mother."

"You should ask her."

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Chapter 65: Wishing to Sacrifice the Sword!

Anjia Soul Palace.

All the soul seats of the An people are here.

Like a light blue light.

There are strong burning ones, and there are weak and dim ones.

The more vigorous, the stronger the vitality.

The darker it is, the weaker its vitality.

On a stepped high platform called the Tower of Soul.

The gloomy soul fire that is located at the top and decorated with bright decorations is swaying, shaking from side to side, as if it will be extinguished in the next second.

The Great Elder with his silver hair tied up and showing a youthful face stood in front of the Seat of Soul.

Behind him was An Buran who was supported by An Buhao.

She stared fixedly at An Ran's soul fire.

Her heart seemed to come alive.

It's a kind of ecstasy after utter sadness...

With this feeling, she almost fainted.

"Don't be too happy."

The Great Elder said without the slightest emotion.

"Although she has the purest blood, she possesses the deepest love and deepest nature engraved in her bones."

She knew the blood of the An family very well.

The higher the blood concentration of the direct lineage, the greater the influence of the ancestors in the bloodline, which is irresistible.

Otherwise, An Lan is a perfect pure-blood direct line, he will have more and more in common with An Lan, and become ruthless and extremely rational.

Originally, the Great Elder thought so.

However, An Otherwise would risk his life to save his sister.

The great elder has a complicated heart.

Otherwise, when resisting the power of blood, you can still retain your true feelings and nature,

Isn't it a blood self-breakthrough?

Therefore, he can't have anything, no matter what method is used.

The great elder turned around and looked at An Buran expressionlessly: "It's all because of you that he can get rid of the curse of blood."

"Unfortunately, a curse is always a curse, and it comes at a price."

An Buran, who was so weak that his face was as white as paper, asked sadly: "Please tell me, what can I do to save him?"

The Great Elder looked in the direction of the main hall: "Only the cruel An Lan can save him."

"Go, you beg her, maybe there is still a glimmer of hope."

The great elder said helplessly.

Everyone in the Changlao Pavilion asked to enter the hall to have an audience, but they were blocked outside the hall, and the clan emperor did not see him.

In desperation, she had no choice but to find An Buran.