She didn't know the feeling of being pierced by a sharp arrow. She was numb, but she was still struggling in death.

When I think of my father's dead eyes.

She suddenly felt very unwilling.

She lay on the ground and felt the blood flowing from her body.

The fishy smell became stronger and stronger.

She still yelled heartbreakingly: "I want... want... a reason... a reason."

The arrows fired at her suddenly stopped.

The eight closed doors were violently blown open by a gust of evil wind.

Nie Wuli raised his head with all his strength, trying to maintain his last bit of consciousness.

He raised his red eyes, and the person who caught his eye was dressed in familiar light blue clothes. He had a pair of cool but charming black eyes, a tall nose, and perfectly curved lips.

He took long steps and walked slowly towards her.

She felt that every step he took was so elegant and noble.

His eyes were as cold as ever.

The black boots soon arrived in front of her.

Even if he didn't speak, standing in front of her, she felt that he exuded an aura that was colder than the cold winter of the twelfth lunar month.

"Pfft..." Her heart twitched, her chest sank, and a strong fishy smell filled her throat, and a mouthful of black blood spurted out from her mouth.

She suddenly opened her mouth and laughed "haha", her fingers deeply clasped the patterns on the floor, and crawled towards him bit by bit.

She gritted her teeth, but she could clearly see blood covering her lips and chin, and she crawled hard.

"It's you...it's you...it's you again..."

Every word, every word, cuts my heart.

"What did I do to make you hate me so much, and was it because of that woman?"

Tears mingled with her blood.

It also blurred her vision.

His figure became increasingly blurry in front of her eyes.

She chuckled and cried in pain.

He kept asking: "Why, why, why do you do this to me."

The man looked at her with an unusually calm look, but with an indelible coolness.

He just stood there, not moving or talking to her.

The only thing that was moving was that his dark eyes suddenly flickered with a bright light, and then suddenly sank that light into the bottomless pool.

You never know what he will do next.

Nie Wuli chuckled, and finally...

It took her a lifetime, so long, to let her blood-covered hands grasp the corner of his clothes.

Then he squeezed hard, and his whole body leaned towards the hand holding his clothes, and the other hand tremblingly grabbed the other corner of his clothes.

Finally he smiled again.

He said word by word with a pale face: "When you were about to die, I saved you. Now that I am about to die, you must save me, because this is what you owe me, you owe me..."

The fleeting past lightly knocked on Murong Fu's heart.

That year, she was in her prime and most touching years.

It was she who extended a helping hand to him and pulled him back from the abyss of death.

He remembered the feeling of a poisonous arrow from the enemy piercing his body fiercely.

The pain was worse than a broken heart.

It was her, with her thin body, who carried him up from the towering cliff.

At that time, she had not yet inspired her martial spirit, and she was just an ignorant girl.

She is as simple as a blank sheet of paper.

She has a normal girl's face.
Chapter completed!