Baili Feiyue sat here for a long time, so long that it seemed that many years and four seasons had passed.

It only took one morning to return to the same place.

She stood up, and the numbness in her limbs after sitting for a long time made her shake twice.

After stabilizing her body, she suddenly smiled again.

It's because she's rigid.

She knelt down again, took out the previous porcelain bottle, and poured the scorched earth inside back to its original place.

The wind blew by, raising the dust and sand, as if the man in black attire carelessly curled up his lips and said: Disciple, what are you going to do?

She said: Master, I want to kill someone.

He sneered: Murder? Don't say you want to avenge Weishi. The only person in this world who can kill Weishi is Weishi himself.

She said: I want to kill him

He clicked his tongue and his figure became fainter: Baby, let’s go and don’t look back.

He is just Murong Shuo, a master who is definitely not a good master. There is no need to remember him.

Disciple, don't look back.

Keep walking and don't look back.

In the dreamland, there is no grass left.

In the whistling wind, the scorched earth and dust in front of me were blown away and scattered in every corner of the dreamland, but they no longer existed.

Baili Feiyue's gaze seemed to calmly leave the scorched earth that was long gone, and she turned around and slowly raised her gaze to look somewhere.

There, there was also someone dressed in black attire, standing in the sky. In the sunlight, the long silver hair flashed with a cold and flowing luster, almost like a demon.

He was clearly standing under the sky, but he seemed to be standing at the end of a dark underworld.

It has been like this so many times, as if I was born to come from the darkness and go out from the darkness again.

Coming and going, alone.

Walking with countless ghosts on the cold and dark road to the underworld, I have never been alone.

Beside the deserted and wailing Naihe Bridge, it is alluring, yet sinister and cold.

Baili Feiyue curled her lips mockingly and walked towards him.

As I got closer, I could smell the familiar, light yet rich aroma that resembled orchids but not orchids, and plums but not plums.

"Changsun Wuji, my master is dead."

She smiled, cold to the bone, "Do I have to kill everyone around me and everyone I care about before you will be satisfied?"

How many times have you asked this question?

She couldn't remember clearly.

The man chuckled, stretched out his hand to lift the long hair around her ears, and brushed the side of her neck with his fingertips.

"Very sad?"

He lifted her chin with his other hand and said with a chuckle, "Ling Jing, I have already said that you should not provoke me."

Baili Feiyue burst into laughter, almost crying.

"I'm blind, grandson Wuji, I'm blind!"

He pinched the corners of her eyes with his fingertips to force out a tear. He licked the tip of his tongue and narrowed his breathtaking purple eyes, "It's too late."

Yes, it’s too late!

The person she wanted to save was not rescued.

The person she loved from the bottom of her heart was wrongly dealt with!

But she is not dead yet, and she can stop her losses in time before she dies!

The bracelet turns into a cold blade, and the snow is sharp.

There is nothing more sad than heartbreak. She doesn't want to ask or say any more.

She took a few steps back, as if looking at an insignificant passerby, and was even willing to give the passerby a fair chance, "Changsun Wuji, draw your sword."

No matter life or death!

"Ling Jing, do you want to die?" the man asked with a chuckle, his tone was like a passionate lover.

“It’s not certain who will die!”

His eyes fell on her eyes full of hatred, and he smiled vaguely, "I will help you."

instantly!

The silkworm silk that once saved her life can now kill her in an instant.

Baili Feiyue is not a person who commits suicide.

If she commits suicide, she will definitely be thrown back from hell by the dog Master who can commit suicide but cannot commit suicide.

Therefore, even though there is a huge gap in skill between her and the man in front of her, she will still go all out to kill him!

Between her and him, there is bound to be life and death!

This is not a duel between the best masters and the best masters, but it is not an exaggeration to say that the sky is dark and the earth is dark.

Baili Feiyue knew that Changsun Wuji had not tried her best, and that even though she tried her best, she could not endure it for so long.

But if he doesn't try his best, she won't show mercy!

When there was another head-to-head confrontation, Baili Feiyue put everything on the line and did not evade at all, using a fighting style that would kill both the fish and the net!

Everything happened too fast, and I was so determined to drag the other person with me even to death.

‘Pfft’.

The weapon in Baili Feiyue's hand penetrated Changsun Wuji's chest, but the silk silk in his hand did not kill her.

At that moment, the world stood still.

Her weapons are not ordinary weapons. She was fatally wounded by her weapons and there was no way she could survive.

The blood on the man's chest seeped out bit by bit. The blood soaked through the ink robe. It was not strong but dazzling.

He just looked down at her slightly, his face as cold as snow.

"Do you think...you think I will forgive you if you do this!"

He asked, "Ling Jing, are you scared?"

Baili Feiyue didn't know that she was trembling. She couldn't even hold the handle of the knife. She didn't notice that because of the trembling, the weapon made his injuries even more terrible.

Many times, she wanted to kill this person.

However, she couldn't do it, she couldn't do it!

However, this time she really wanted him to die. She had never been so determined to want him to die.

But she never thought about what it would be like if he was really going to die.

There seemed to be silence all around, and she could no longer hear the sound of wind in her ears, and she couldn't even hear the other party's breathing that was heavier due to pain.

Her world was left empty.

At some point, she loosened her grip on the handle of the knife, and the weapon just stayed in his body, turning around and drifting away like a soul.

Indeed, not many people dare to come to this dreamland.

But even in this current situation, for some people, the dream realm is still a place worth risking their lives to explore.

Even if Murong Shuo was reduced to ashes before their eyes, they would still question whether the devil was really dead.

Maybe he's not dead?

After all, he is the devil, right?

Even if he dies, will the ashes left by the demon after being burned have the same effect?

Are the peerless treasures, rare wealth, etc. owned by the devil hidden under this dreamland?

After all, the Huangquan Inn established by the devil has existed in the dreamland for many years!

Birds die for food, and people die for wealth.

Even though many people who left the Dreamland just six days ago are now suffering from increasingly severe symptoms, there are still some people who have not responded at all.

No one knows, not even Changsun Wuji and Baili Feiyue, that several waves of desperadoes are now fully armed and entering the Dream Realm.

Baili Feiyue walked for who knows how long. As she walked, she vomited out large mouthfuls of blood and fell to the ground.

At this moment, she seemed to have been drained of all her strength.

She didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

Her life is not a joke, but it is a joke.
To be continued...