Countless thoughts were twisted together.

"I'm... in pain."

"There are things in this world that I can't bear, and the 'failure' to Gu Qian is one of them."

"He has taken over Kunhailou, and all the truth will be revealed."

Intermittent divine thoughts floated out of the coffin and were condensed by the starlight.

Gongsun Yue's blood-scabbed face shook, and he squeezed out a smile that was not obvious.

The prince knew that this was the cruelest torture for him.

He has experienced all the sufferings of the world, and the torture against the flesh is far less severe than the condemnation of the conscience... and it comes with pain.

"You can't save me."

Gongsun Yue begged in a very soft voice, saying, "Let a fire and burn here. Even if you don't do it, I will do it. Zhang Junling, give me some fun."

One light and one dark.

Divide on both sides.

The oil lamp sways, and the fire is faint.

The woman in green who was standing in the glimmer of light was silent for a long time, and finally she gently flipped out her two fingers. The moment she knocked, a wisp of oil lamp flashed out and fell into this dry underground secret room. With a clatter, the wooden shackles were ignited, the grass chips were ignited, and the entire coffin was ignited, and the fire was boiling. She stood up without any thought and left the secret room of Kunhai Tower.

And in the sea of ​​fire, the man wrapped in it finally stretched out his body.

He let out a long sigh, and his bones made a crisp sound, like a curled dwarf, who could finally fall asleep peacefully.

Cold and darkness are driven away.

This boiling sea of ​​fire seems gentle and quiet.

The carriage that left Taiqing Pavilion quickly rushed back to Kunhai Tower. Gu Qian, who was wearing only one piece of clothing, sat on the carriage, holding Taiqing Pavilion's case file in his hand, with his disheveled hair, and was quite embarrassed. After getting off the car, he rushed to the burning pavilion in the sea of ​​fire.

A jade hand pulled him back.

Zhang Junling came to him at some point and at the same time put a black robe on his shoulder.

Zhang Junling accompanied Gu Qian, and neither of them spoke, but just stood quietly outside the fire.

It took a long time.

A long, long time.

Gu Qian said two words in a very soft voice.

"……Thanks."

He squatted down and gently threw the Taiqing Pavilion file into the fire, dazed and dazed.

The paper started to burn with a sneer.

Turned into ashes.

Turned into black smoke.
Chapter completed!