In the air.

Zixi fell down toward the sky.

It is like a snowflake, melting.

Tang Tian did not fight too much with the man, and he chased after him as soon as he pulled himself away.

‘Bang bang’

There were constant explosions in the sky.

A few seconds later, Tang Tian intercepted Zixi in mid-air.

Holding her, falling down together.

"Zixi.Zixi, wake up."

"Zixi...Zixi..."

Tang Tian kept shaking Zixi in his arms and cried.

Tears surged out wildly and dripped on her face, but she remained indifferent. She closed her eyes, covered in blood, but was peaceful.

There was no blood on her face, but a peaceful smile. It seemed that death was a relief for her.

Tang Tian shook her, feeling the heart-wrenching pain coming from, and he raised his head and let out a long whistle.

"ah!"

The sound cut through time and space, making everyone feel cold on their backs. What a desperate emotion and sound.

I recall seeing her for the first time.

"Why did I smell the breath of the five elements from your boxing skills?"

"Kid, practice your boxing skills just now."

"What year is it now? Who is the emperor?"

“…”

In the woods of Fulongling, when practicing boxing, the sound of her silver bead falling from the plate came to her ears.

But on the top of the mountain, I saw a hundred-meter-long groove.

The first time I saw her, I was so scared that I had a shadow.

At this moment, countless memories and countless stories emerged.

I was imprisoned in Zixi Cave Palace, secretly watched her with Yang Shen and others every day, and then played hopscotch with Master Liu and others.

At that time, Zixi always snuggled in the rattan chair and played with a purple clay teapot. She was indifferent to everything. No one knew what the purple clay teapot came from.

Recalling the beginning of the battle between the Mother of Peony.

When I saw her again, she was no longer as cold and arrogant as before.

She was injured, as weak as a kitten. Even though she was swaying her teeth and claws on her mouth, she was still carrying her back to her...

I don’t know how many times I forced my kiss on this extremely powerful woman in the underwater maze. But she was just ashamed and angry and did not really get angry with herself.

Afterwards, she gave herself the Mother of Peony that she paid a great price to snatch, and left the inner elixir in her body.

That shocking glance only saw her transform into a dragon, being chased and fleeing away.

Until she was found again in Antarctica...

Thinking about it carefully, I spent a very short time with her.

But this is a memory that will never be erased in life.

Tang Tian closed his eyes, and two lines of clear tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes, hugging her tightly, smelling the fragrance that had not yet dissipated, and was once extremely familiar. His heart was as irritated.

Dead.

How could you die?

Take a deep breath, heart-wrenching.

All the stories and all the memories poured into my mind.

The mighty Tang Tian was as helpless as a child at this time.

"Doesn't a warrior have any emotions?"

"Is the real only choice for ruthlessness?"

Tang Tian was desperate, and he didn't want to be a ruthless person. But at this moment, he suddenly envied He Qirui back then.

He remembered those who suffered for himself, Wu Jiahui, and Zhongzhou was bound by him and became a vegetable.

At this time, Tang Tian remembered the look Wu Jiahui looked at him back then. And how desperate he was at that time.

Since then, Tang Tian dared not be moved anymore, and he has never dared to look for them for the years. He is afraid that he will see the look of liberation in despair again.

Until I met Zixi, the emotions in my heart still rushed out uncontrollably. How can human emotions be suppressed? There is no way.

I fell in love with her passionately and fell in love with her.

And today.

But finally, I felt that despair again...

It seems that every woman will be relieved when she dies in front of her.

And Tang Tian seemed to be desperate every time, despair again and again, helpless again and again.

So he kept asking himself to become stronger, but with every strength, the enemy became stronger and stronger. The path of warriors seems to never end...

What exactly should I do?

Shouldn’t warriors really have all emotions?

Tang Tian's mind was like a lamp that was going out at this time, and he didn't want to move. He completely lost his belief in everything.

The ideal that I once insisted on and believed in collapsed at this moment.

All beliefs no longer exist.

Two consecutive times, the same thing made his heart almost die.

In the air, the remaining three little innate powerful men Ling Li Li pointed to Tang Tian who was falling from below and hugging Zixi, laughing:

"Hahaha."

"Catch him and kill him."

"Don't worry, have a good show."

"Look at how desperate he is now, he is like a dog."

"Yoyo, I really value feelings."

"A snake demon, a grassroots, go to die."

“…”

Tang Tian has never heard of all this.

Maybe death is really a relief?

His heart was not as powerful as he thought.

After experiencing the same thing twice in a row, Tang Tian no longer had the belief and hope to survive.

Why do I live for?

In order to pursue the peak of martial arts, then? Then? Then what about?

Two beloved women in a row have the same fate.

And how should my future life continue?

Dead.

At this moment, Tang Tian wanted to die.

He suddenly saw a darkness ahead, and he could never see the darkness at the end...

"But what's it to die?"

"Bang" hugged Zixi and finally fell on the ground. A huge pit was smashed into the ground.

The dust was everywhere, and Tang Tian held Zixi and sat in the pit.

In the dust that was not visible to the object, he murmured again: "And what is it to be alive?"

"Why should I live? Why should I die? What is the peak of warriors? I... I have no choice."

Crying bitterly.

A question that belongs to the category of advanced thinking began to appear alternately in his mind. What is death and what is life? It constantly appears, and it cannot be driven away no matter what, and it cannot be extinguished.

On his neck, the mother of peony shone brightly.
To be continued...