Chapter 1201 Wildfire Starts a Prairie Fire (Complete Chapter 18)
Now, it finally struck down at her.
The wind was whistling in his ears, and it grazed his face like a knife blade.
As the giant sword flew by like a falling meteor, Zhou Ye raised the sword in his hand and placed it in front of his eyes. He took a half step back with one foot. As the golden light enveloped her whole body, she was in a daze. , she saw a giant silver tree. Sitting on it was a young boy with long white hair. He looked down at himself. His long, calm and indifferent light-colored eyes were slightly raised. His eyebrows, eyes, nose, and lips were all exquisitely carved. His dark hair fell down along his slender back to the trunk of the tree. , dressed in a white robe, cool and elegant, not stained by any dust.
How could I see him?
Zhou Ye closed his eyes.
The next second, the heavy sword struck in front of him like a thunderbolt.
There was a crisp crack in his ears.
The two hands holding the knife suddenly separated, followed by a sharp pain that penetrated into his heart. All the bones in his body seemed to have been smashed. His nose was filled with the strong smell of blood, and there was something stuck in his throat. Maybe it was. It was the shredded flesh of her internal organs, or maybe her neck was broken.
The golden light receded, and there was a huge deep pit on the white earth. Standing in the pit was a long sword that could cut the sky and cut the earth.
Under the blade of the sword, there was a man, half-kneeling on the ground, covered in blood, with black hair hanging down like silk, covering his face.
There was a sword stuck in his back, and blood dripped down to the ground.
The man he was protecting didn't move at all.
He just opened a pair of dark eyes and stared deeply at the sky above his head.
It seems to be raining.
The chaos in front of me gradually turned into clarity.
Zhou Ye felt drops of cold liquid fall on her face. She wanted to reach out to wipe it, but found that all the muscles and veins in her body were broken.
Only the tendons and veins were severed, but the physical body was intact. Although the pain was unbearable, it was far from the point of death.
Not even dead.
No one will survive under the Demon Suppressing Sword. If the compassionate Buddha has murderous intentions, he will never give you any chance of survival. How could he not die?
She blinked and finally saw everything in front of her.
Against the light, she saw that face again. Different from the cold and distant eyes in her mind, the eyes in front of her now were filled with deep and paranoid love accumulated over millions of years.
He was breathing weakly.
As if he was afraid of scaring her.
Zhou Ye's eyes rolled, then lowered again, looking at the sword stuck in his chest. Then she frowned, looked at the man opposite, and said hoarsely.
"Didn't I say you are not allowed to save me again?"
The voice was calm, but the light in his eyes was quickly dissipating, replaced by a sadness and despair that was so thick that it couldn't be resolved.
It turned out that this was how it felt to have her heart torn apart. It was more painful than being pierced by thousands of arrows. The pain was so painful that she could hardly breathe, and the pain was so painful that she wanted to cry heartbreakingly.
She wanted to raise her hand to touch his face, but her arm, which was broken by the air wave, could not move at all.
So, Zhou Ye lay motionless, looking at the man opposite him over and over again, followed by a "wow" sound, and vomited a pool of blood.
The man reached out and wiped away the blood on her face, his movements were extremely gentle, and a smile broke out on Tsinghua University's beautiful face.
"I'm sorry for keeping you waiting for so many years."
"Are you dying?"
The other party didn't answer.
Zhou Ye asked over and over again.
(End of chapter)