Zhen Shan closed his eyes, his lips trembled, then he opened his eyes suddenly, a trace of determination flashed across his phoenix eyes, and said in a low voice: "Master's wife, if one day he can wake up, tell him that I never blamed him."

"Ashan," Kong Xingruo choked, "what will he do if you are gone?"

Zhen Shan caressed the side of his face, his eyes were gentle and caring, "For the rest of my life, I hope he has peace of mind. No matter what he wants to do, I will support him."

Yan Xu looked at her confusedly, feeling comfortable being caressed by her and comfortable looking at her. He shook his head unconsciously, rubbed his face gently against her hand, and held her thin lips together, well-behaved and quiet.

The corners of Zhen Shan's eyes turned red, and his eyes were full of reluctance.

She had thought about settling all these grievances and going into seclusion with him. She only envied mandarin ducks but not immortals, but... she did not have this fate after all.

Now that Hua'er is gone and he has become like this, it would be a lie to say he has no regrets.

I thought that all the planning and imprisonment could bring them peace, but it turns out that there is no way to avoid fate.

"Yan Xu, you are never redundant and you don't owe anyone anything, do you understand?"

Yan Xu blinked, and for some reason, his thin lips pursed.

Zhen Shan's eyes widened with a faint smile, and suddenly several silver needles appeared between his fingers, piercing into several large acupoints around his body, and pointed at the center of his eyebrows. The surging true energy submerged into his body, and slowly penetrated his body.

The panbell poison was inhaled into her body.

Yan Xu's eyes widened and his body trembled. He tried to struggle but couldn't, so he could only growl in pain.

The purple lines on his neck gradually disappeared, but the skin on Zhen Shan's body was cracked inch by inch, and the blood dyed all the white clothes on her body red.

Her pupils began to dilate and her whole body was on the verge of collapse. If Feng Jue hadn't continuously injected her with Qi, she might have lost any hope of life long ago.

"puff!"

Zhen Shan vomited a mouthful of blood again and lowered her hands feebly. But seeing the lines on his neck disappear completely, her eyes focused, and her red lips slightly raised, "Yan, Yan Xu!"

Yan Xu seemed to have some shackles broken in his mind. Although he was still in chaos and couldn't remember anything, he could already understand other people's words.

Those calls containing tenderness and pity made his heart tighten continuously, and the subtle pain made him confused and uncomfortable.

He looked at her without looking for her, and the pale and beautiful face came into his eyes. Those gentle phoenix eyes seemed to be where his heart belonged. The pain in his heart gradually eased, and the desire pouring out of his soul made him reach out to touch her.

Touch her.

Zhen Shan raised his hand with difficulty, wanting to touch him again, but in the end he could only lose his strength and slide down. He closed his eyes reluctantly and allowed his soul to leave his body.

"Ashan!"

Feng Jue and Kong Xingruo burst into tears and cried bitterly.

"Young Master!"

The disciples of Fengxue Tower also burst into tears.

Yan Xu froze his hands in the air and looked at her blankly. He didn't understand why she closed her eyes and stopped looking at him. Did he do something wrong? Was he bad?

Yan Xu knelt in front of her, like a confused child, gently holding her hand that was hanging by his side with both hands, moving his thin lips, "Ahhh, ahhh..." Wake up, wake up.

He is obedient and well-behaved. Wake up and take a look at him, okay?

…

In the battle at Luoxia Villa, Xue Ji, the young master of Fengxue Tower, severely damaged the famous martial arts sect. The entire execution hall was filled with blood and flesh, and the mountains of corpses were like a Shura field.

After the survivors returned home, they felt lingering fears and panic, thinking that the Fengxue Tower would not be destroyed, just like a knife hanging over their heads, causing them no peace all day long.

Therefore, they originally planned to summon their own elite forces and unite with other sects to attack Fengxue Tower.

But before those leaders took action, either their heads suddenly disappeared in the middle of the night, half asleep and half awake, their positions were usurped by their apprentices or brothers, or the industry under the sect was riddled with problems and was fundamentally shaken.

Either other family gangs in the area where the sect is located have arisen and are fiercely competing with them for territory, or they have been harassed by other evil sects, one by one, so there is no energy and time left to take care of the others.

A few years later, there was no trace of Fengxue Tower anywhere in the world. Even if there was indeed one, the so-called famous and decent people at that time no longer had the energy to take care of it.

Over the years, the landscape of the martial arts world has completely changed, and family sects that were previously unpopular with them have sprung up to compete with them.

The Mingjiao took Fengxuelou's place and became the biggest evil sect in the world, with everyone shouting and killing them. In addition, the imperial court also came to interfere with the martial arts grudges...

Under such a situation, who would have the heart to care about an evil sect that has disappeared? Even Luoxia Villa, which was the most upright sect in the past, has become history.

Time can really bring a lot of things, and justice in martial arts is mostly driven by interests.

However, the bloodbath in the execution hall of Luoxia Villa back then became a topic of conversation for many years. However, as time went by, everyone originally scolded Xue Ji for being unconscionable. In the end, her powerful strength turned into a

A legend in our eyes.

There were also people who specifically studied the cases of that year, only to discover that the crazy one was not the female devil mentioned by the previous generations, but the Qingshuang Master Yan Chu who was praised by everyone at the time.

The truth is revealed, but everything that has passed has passed away, and everyone has nothing but sighs.

But in the end, with the erosion of time, black and white become clear.

However, the world is full of chaos and profit-driven, and the same tragedy is still inevitable.

Although Zhen Shan cannot change people's hearts, he can use them to achieve what he wants.

Her plan was successful, and she saved Fengxue Tower amidst the turmoil.

However, the two people she should protect the most ended up dead and injured, and even she herself died tragically.

Even though she has seven orifices in her heart, she cannot stop the impermanence of things in the world.

Zhen Shan looked at the man in black sitting quietly next to the ice coffin, his pale eyes staring closely at her body. His heart, which had never been calm, felt as if it had been pricked by a needle.

Back then, after her body was brought back, her mistress temporarily protected her body from decay, while her master traveled thousands of miles to extremely cold places to find cold jade. The two of them worked hard to build this ice coffin for her to protect her body.

Her body is not broken.

Over the years, Yan Xu's memory has not recovered, and his sanity is like that of a child. He doesn't understand what "death" is, and Feng Jue and the others dare not tell him. They just told him that she was too tired and fell asleep.

Yan Xu nodded ignorantly. He only knew that the person in front of him was very important to her, so he guarded her every day and waited for her to wake up. He wanted to see him first and wanted to see her again.

I laugh to myself, wanting to hear her call me, thinking...

"Good, good, good, good..."

He slowly opened his lips, stumbling, but still called her name firmly.

Immediately, he looked at her with bright eyes like a child begging for praise, as if telling her that he had learned to speak, and the first thing he learned was to call her name, could she... respond to him?

But the pale and beautiful woman in the ice coffin still slept peacefully without any response.

Yan Xu lowered his eyes in grievance. What he said was not good enough, right?

Seeing his pitiful look, Zhen Shan's eyes trembled, and her soul drifted to his side. Even though she couldn't touch him, she still reached out, touched his hair, and smiled softly, "I'm here."

Que'er kept wiping tears at the side, "Oh, my dear, I'm sorry."

It was because it was useless. After leaving that day, Heaven suddenly attacked it, constantly obstructing it and temporarily trapping it, causing the empress and the First God to suffer so much.

Zhen Shan shook his head, "Your power transcends time and space. With the power of Heavenly Dao, it should not be able to trap you. It's the rules."

The rules came into play, which meant that this was their fate and she was not allowed to change it.

It was also because she relied too much on Queer's power.

Queer gritted his teeth, "You bastard!"

Just wait for it. After the First God returns to his position, he will definitely sue and kill that bastard.

Zhen Shan watched him reach out and rub her hand across the ice coffin, as if he wanted to pull her gently like that day, hoping she would wake up.

Her heartstrings were plucked, and a cold light flashed across her phoenix eyes.

Queer is right, you are indeed a bastard. Are you happy to see them parting and dying, in pain and confusion?

Or are sincere people going to end badly in the end?

Zhen Shan put her hand on his cheek and called softly, "Yan Xu."

At this moment, she had no doubts, was the meaning of her reincarnation in these hours and space really just to help the true god reincarnate and overcome the calamity of love?

Or is the so-called love disaster really just the word "tribulation" and it will never end well?

So, is it destiny that prevents them from being happy?

How ridiculous!

"Son, good..."

Zhen Shan's heart trembled, she slowly closed her eyes and exhaled a breath of turbid air to expel the inner demons.

The look in her eyes was deep, and the fate of reincarnations and rules involved was something she could not contend with for the time being. Now that she was embarrassing herself and falling deeply into it, it was just self-destruction.

Zhen Shan looked into his child-like clean eyes and smiled softly.

What's your fate? I will always be with you, even if you can't see it.
Chapter completed!