Star Rail Simulation, but surrounded by characters.

Even though Su Qing was suppressing his vitality, the abundant power was still repairing his body.

The sword was still in his body, piercing his heart. Then he would create another heart, and then a few more hearts elsewhere in his body.

This was actually somewhat similar. Ordinary people could not control the healing of their wounds.

With the blessing of the pharmacist, Su Qing had the ultimate ability to regenerate and recover.

Just like Shuhu, who took on the combined attack of the God and Dan Feng, was pulled by the black hole, and was cleared out by the God several times.

Even so, Shuhu was not completely dead, and left behind a piece of flesh and blood containing divine consciousness.

Jingliu also knew that it was not enough.

At this moment of extreme sadness, Jingliu's swordsmanship actually made a breakthrough.

Emotions were difficult to bear, and everything seemed to have become an illusion that was like a dream or reality.

Jingliu felt that the flesh and blood finally exceeded the limit and began to disintegrate. It was as if there was a silk string-like restraint, tightening her limbs and bones, and bit by bit cutting her last consciousness.

At that moment, she grasped the sword she had always dreamed of, the sword that could free her from all restraints.

Jingliu loosened her grip, and a sword made of solid ice appeared in her hand, glowing faintly, like a ray of moonlight.

It was like an unacceptable fate and joke, the first swing of the swordsmanship breakthrough actually stabbed the person she loved the most.

Jingliu swung the sword for the second time, piercing Su Qing's heart again.

The penetration itself was still not fatal.

But the chill that spread in the body hindered vitality. Under Su Qing's strenuous efforts to stop it, the speed of decline finally exceeded the speed of recovery.

Su Qing was relieved.

If Jingliu's swordsmanship could go one step further, he could end his life.

"Su Qing..."

In fact, after this, Jingliu should have said nothing more and ended it like the tacit understanding between the two.

However, after fulfilling the responsibility of the sword master, Jingliu couldn't help it.

The bone-chilling cold spread from her hands, hurting Su Qing's heart and her heart.

Jingliu couldn't help but called his name. After that, Jingliu didn't know what to say. She thought of the evil dragon sleeping on the giant tree.

Jingliu said: "Bai Heng..."

Su Qing responded: "She has been freed."

Jingliu said sadly: "That's good."

Bai Heng looked very peaceful. He should not have suffered too much sadness in the last moment.

The chill spread again. There was only a short time before his life was extinguished. He said goodbye.

What should he say?

Express love, sadness, reluctance...

In the end, Su Qing said: "Jingliu, promise me to live."

Things have come to this point. Su Qing knows that even Jingliu may not be able to bear it.

As the sword master, Jingliu will not commit suicide, but he may allow himself to be injured in battle or even die at the hands of the enemy.

Jingliu lowered his head, his body trembling, and he couldn't speak. As Su Qing expected, she couldn't promise this either.

Jingliu's sword pierced his heart, but Su Qing reached out and gently helped her comb her hair.

Su Qing's eyes were gentle, but her tone was quite firm, and she repeated: "Promise me, live."

"I..."

Jingliu looked up at him, even though he was already rich, Su Qing's eyes were still so familiar.

Jingliu lost his voice several times, wanted to cry several times, and finally said: "I promise you."

The cold spread all over his body, freezing his vitality.

Su Qing looked at Jingliu for the last time, and there was reluctance, love, and compassion in his eyes.

He gently stroked Jingliu's cheek to give her the last comfort. There was some moisture at the fingertips.

Then, the vitality dissipated.

Su Qing turned into a spring breeze, a wisp of petals, a few drops of raindrops, and disappeared in the world.

He should be the shortest-lived rich messenger.

Jingliu let go of the ice sword and wanted to hug Su Qing, but it was in vain, and there was nothing in his arms.

Jingliu fell to the ground, then buried his head and hugged the dissipating breath.

The vitality of Su Qing's death gave birth to countless plants and flowers on the ground.

Everyone present was silent for a long time.

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[The barrage also stagnated, and no one sent a message for a long time. ]

[Then, no one expected it. ]

[The one who cried the most was Bailu. ]

[Bailu: ?????????]

[Bailu cried unconsciously, then began to sob, and then cried loudly, and now her face was all red from crying. ]

[She didn't know why she was so uncomfortable and why she was so sad. ]

[She was still young and didn't understand these love and hate, but watching Jingliu say goodbye to Su Qing, her tears flowed out. ]

[Bailu's crying also led to Sanyueqi. ]

[Sanyueqi: Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!! Why do you let me watch this! I don't want to watch this! I just want to ship some CP, eat some sweets, and feel a little love! ??】

[March 7: But now, Bai Heng! Su Qing! Jing Liu!! Why! Why ah ah ah ah ah ah????】

[Two lines of tears, unconsciously, also passed from Jing Liu's cold cheeks. ]

[Intense sadness, followed by extreme anger, extreme sadness and pain. ]

[Now rewatching this memory, the feeling is still very deep. ]

[Ji Zi: ...]

[Kafka: ...]

[Silver Wolf: ?Aren't you two going to say something? ]

[Kafka: @Silver Wolf, what about you? ]

[In fact, Silver Wolf doesn't know what to say. ]

[Please, that’s a love rival. 】

[Even if it’s very uncomfortable, no one will tell everyone directly that I cried a lot while watching the story of a love rival...]

[Liu Ying:???Ahhhh, that’s right, why is this happening! ! So sad! ! 】

【There really is! ! 】

[Liu Ying: I even think it’s a good thing that I didn’t appear. If I were to experience something like this, I really don’t know if I would be able to withstand it. ?]

[And there is such a reasonable reason! ! 】

[Silver Wolf: ...Okay, I look at it and it’s really uncomfortable. 】

[Kafka: The sadness felt by others may not be as sad as what Kafka actually felt. 】

[Himeko: Indeed. 】

[Fireworks: "Happy Simulation"]

[Xing: I can’t be happy at all! ! ! 】

[Fu Xuan: ...Oh, I really didn’t expect that there would be such a story hidden behind "Su Xun", Yun Shang Wu Xiao, and those legendary figures in the past. 】

[Fu Xuan: Sure enough, a line of words or a few lines of footnotes in history books contain the turbulent and troubled lives of many people. 】

[Qingque: Master Taibu is still as calm as ever. Are you not crying? ??]

[Fu Xuan still adheres to the principle that if the tears don't fall completely, they are not crying. Have you said it yet? 】

[As Kafka said, when others look at it, they can only understand one-tenth of the emotions of the person involved. 】

[Fu Xuan’s character, of course, cannot cry like Bai Lu and Xiao Sanyue did. 】

[However, this is all true when watching from the sidelines. 】

[When Fu Xuan experiences it personally, it will naturally be different...]

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Since that day, it has been another night.

The moonlight was extremely quiet, Jingliu stood in the courtyard, and the epiphyllum swayed gently.

Jingliu's state today seems to be a bit off.

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ps: There is one more chapter, but it’s probably quite late.

Xianzhou: 23. The simulation is over, Bai Lu: Is there still a role for me?

Jingliu stood beside the night-blooming cereus.

Something was wrong with her today.

It should be said that her recent state is not quite right.

My friend was resurrected into an evil creature, and I was extremely angry.

The unspeakable sadness of ending the life of the one you love most with your own hands.

These repeated and strong emotional fluctuations have put her... on the edge of the demonic body.

Perhaps, she could have survived tonight.

But the clouds passed by and the moonlight shone down.

When Jingliu was trying his best to restrain himself, he glanced and found that the epiphyllum beneath his feet had bloomed.

Place your feelings on things.

The appearance of things will also change according to the state of mind.

It is different from the joy when enjoying it with Su Qingbaiheng.

Today the epiphyllum is blooming faintly. Compared to the stunning sight last time, the slightly swaying white flowers this time looked a bit colder.

Epiphyllum blooms quietly.

Jingliu squatted down and held it in her hands. An ice-carved, delicate and completely restored night flower took shape in her hands.

This may be due to a mentality that I have lost too much and just want to preserve the last precious memories forever.

Jingliu stared at this cold night-blooming night-blooming flower.

The flowers in this ice sculpture are crystal clear and very beautiful.

But gradually, Jingliu felt like he had lost his temperature, and his whole body felt like he was stuck in an ice cave, overwhelmed by negative emotions.

Jingliu's originally pure red eyes began to gradually lose their highlights. She was trembling all over, and a kind of crazy emotion came over her.

There seemed to be black air spreading under my feet.

In the end, from the coldness of the body to the coldness of the heart.

Click.