"Bang!" Wei Meng fell from a high altitude to the sky battlefield, falling into incomplete limbs and pools of blood all over the ground.

She seemed crazy, and while she was bleeding and tears, she used her left hand to pull the corpse on the ground, found a piece of her arm, and wanted to install it on her body.

But no matter how hard she exerted, her arms would be repelled and dropped.

She crawled on the battlefield where blood flowed, trying to find a body that matched her, but now she can only have half of her body even if she uses all her strength.

Suddenly, Wei Meng stopped crawling forward, raised her head and looked at Mu Baiyi not far away in horror.

Even though Mu Baiyi was stained with blood and stood with wounds, the wounds were deep and bone-like, but they were still as holiness and glamorous as the bright moon.

He looked like a banished immortal outside the sky, looking down at the mouse struggling in the mud. There was no even a look of compassion in his eyes, only endless cold disgust and a slight sarcasm.

That kind of eyes looked like two steel knives, piercing from the Tianling bones and coming out from the soles of Wei Meng's feet.

The burning sensation of the fire, the biting pain and the shame of life worse than death, made Wei Meng retreat quickly like a reptile beast.

In an instant, Wei Meng opened a long distance, and his speed was so fast that he was amazed.

"No, no, no..."

Wei Meng wanted to escape, but the sea of ​​corpses and bones were filled with blood, flowing into rivers and seas, with corpses everywhere.

She tried her best to climb to the left.

The human warrior knelt on the ground and would rather die than surrender, and stared at her with his eyes open and stared at her.

"Ahhhh!"

Wei Meng was creepy and rushed to the right quickly.

Among the corpses piled up on the right, there was a middle-aged swordsman's body next to the body of a middle-aged swordsman. A little girl with similar eyebrows and eyes squatted on the ground. The white skirt on her body was stained with countless blood. Her little hands held her father's big palm. Seeing Wei Meng, she opened her eyes and said, "Are you here to apologize to my father?"

Wei Meng probably had hallucinations. When she looked at the corpses' faces, they all appeared in Wei Meng's mind like hallucinations like hallucinations.

She retreated with one hand and one leg.

Behind was an old man with white hair, holding his dead grandson's head and looking at Wei Meng with tears in his face.

Wei Meng got goosebumps all over her body. When she crawled in the other direction, she saw an extremely familiar figure.

Huangfu Xiaoxiao.

"Xiaoxiao, are you here to save me?"

"You love me, right?"

"Even if the whole world gives up on me, you won't, right?"

Huangfu Xiaoxiao looked at Wei Meng, who was as embarrassed as a dog with tears in her eyes.

She bent her knees and reached out her hands, hugged Wei Meng tightly in her arms.

"Dream King." Huangfu Xiaoxiao said: "I can't save you, but you never have to doubt my sincerity towards you. I am here to atone for my sins."

"Atonement? What sin do you want to atone for? I have never blamed you, why did you atone for your sin?" Wei Meng shouted.

Huangfu Xiaoxiao kissed Wei Meng's half side face, and as tears fell, she slowly stood up from the ground.

Wei Meng held Huangfu Xiaoxiao's sleeve tightly with her left hand.

Huangfu Xiaoxiao pulled her sleeve away from Wei Meng's fingers, stood up and opened the distance, and smiled and said, "My sin is not on you, but on this world."

She retreated, and under the shocked gaze of Wei Meng, she surrounded her body with blood wind, slowly raised her jaw, lowered her eyelashes slightly, and whispered: "The heavens, thousands of demons, at the beginning, this emperor harmed you, forced you to become demons, and also made you feel injustice for thousands of years. Ten thousand years ago, as the emperor, I did not do my duty and responsibility to do my own heart, but did all kinds of things that harm the heavens for my own personal love."

She was in the sky battlefield, facing the corpses and blood all over the ground, making the most useless confession and atonement.

After Lin Wuti and Huang Quan took her away in the void, they let her know that the scene of the mirage she saw when she was young was not Wei Meng, but Ye Huang.

At first she stepped on the void for Emperor Ye, but later she hid her love that was unwilling to the world alone. As time passed, she sniffed the strange fragrance of the queen's bedroom and couldn't extricate herself from then on.

Therefore, even though she knew it was a path to the abyss of sin, she still had to go on because she wanted to see the smile on the corners of Wei Meng's eyebrows and eyes.

At this time, the surrounding sky, demon figures gathered around, looking at her from a height like a city wall and fortress.

Huangfu Xiaoxiao held the long knife in her hand and cut off her arms neatly with a "click".

"This sword is returned to the ancestors of the Huangfu clan. I am not worthy of the surname Huangfu."

Another knife, holding the handle with one hand, stabbed him in the abdomen.

The mouth and nose were bleeding, and she smiled, "This knife will be given to all the demons and the warriors of the imperial realm. I know that I can't afford it. Even if I cut me into pieces, I can't get back those young and lively lives. I'm willing to be buried in the battlefield of the Yunxiao and flow dry the blood on my body, so that people in future generations will always remember my damn and despicable and dirty lessons."

"Xiao Xiao..."

Wei Meng shouted hysterically with her eyes staring.

She thought that Huangfu Xiaoxiao was just a chess piece of her. Until now, when she looked at Huangfu Xiaoxiao with a knife in her abdomen, she turned around and smiled at her. Wei Meng knew what heartache was. This heartache was far better than the pain of the ancestors of the Mu family leaving her. It was broken and full of holes. It made her regret not being the same and made her collapse.

She trembled her hands and crawled towards Huangfu Xiaoxiao bit by bit. Her mind was filled with the little things that had been going on for many years, and the unyielding things that had lasted for thousands of years.

Huangfu Xiaoxiao changed too many principles for her and eventually became a person who had no principles and lived for her.

In this life, Wei Meng was betrayed by everyone. Perhaps she had felt the warmth of her relatives, but in a flash of her fingers, she was like a flower in the mirror and a moon in the water, all of which were empty and out of reach. Even as the king of underground, she was not like the Emperor Ye of the past, nor was she as good as the Emperor of Chu now. She raised her arms and responded to her, and countless people were willing to die for her.

She is different.

She was the only one who was Huangfu Xiaoxiao, but she was deceived so hard.

The blood in Huangfu Xiaoxiao's mouth gushed out like a spring, and the knife in her abdomen was stained with blood.

She smiled.

"I know, you have never been pleased with me."

Huangfu Xiaoxiao said tremblingly: "I have been lying to me for thousands of years, so I have really... Thank you for your hard work. If life can be repeated, I will still choose you and go to you, even if it goes against my true intentions, even if the world does not allow it, even if you look down on me. A Meng, if there is no need to deceive me like this, you will speak frankly to me, and I am willing to go through fire and water for you."

"I, Huangfu Xiaoxiao, deserve to be killed, and I have no choice but to pay for the world."
Chapter completed!