finger fire

"Even if you hit here, take down all of this place! Your Xiao Yan will never come back." Ying Ji smiled gently, he sat on the lonely throne, raised his eyebrows and looked at Shan Qingbei who came forward.

This woman who has always killed people invisible, is actually holding a long knife in her hand at this moment. Ying Ji is familiar with Xiao Fan, as if he is the second Xiao Fan, he can see the two knives clearly at a glance.

"Did you take her knife back?" Ying Ji smiled, "I originally wanted to take it for her, but she would be happier with it in your hands."

"Ying Ji." Shan Qingbei looked at Ying Ji on the seat, and said slowly, "Xing Zhuo was able to keep Sabok only because I said a word, if human beings die out from now on, the world of Xing Family will only be Jiangnan after all. That small place. If Xing Zhuo wants to get more, he must listen to me and save human beings!"

Shan Qingbei held the knives, the two knives were too heavy, she could hardly hold them as she had never killed anyone before.But the residual body temperature on the handle made her unable to give up. She dragged the two knives from the south of the Yangtze River to the cold north, but she never saw that person again.

"Xing Zhuo kept a scourge by his side..."

"You're wrong." Shan Qingbei walked up to Ying Ji, looked down at Ying Ji, "I helped Xing Zhuo to save my life, and it's the same for Xiao Wen to help you. I never thought of participating in your war. You ruined it all."

"With Xiao Fan and Xiao Rong, you have a great chance to get the world, but you are so stupid as to give up." Shan Qingbei suddenly sneered, she plunged the knife into the ground, the ground was only shallow , but that movement was very similar to Xiao Fan, she leaned on the knife, her fingers touched the blade, the pure white dress was covered with a red carpet, shining like snow, "Ying Ji, after tonight, all this will end gone."

"That's right." Ying Ji's heart was as calm as water, "I've long thought that such a day would come, I thought about being killed by Xing Zhuo with my own hands, and I also thought about strangling that tuberculosis ghost with my own hands, but I never thought about it. It turned out to be a woman who did all of this. A woman with no strength to restrain a chicken!"

Ying Ji looked at Shan Qingbei, he looked at the pair of black eyes, closed his eyes and laughed lowly, "But Shan Qingbei, Shan Qingbei, didn't the last move I saved also make you completely defeated? "

Shan Qingbei looked at Ying Ji silently, years of intrigues had never made this face look old, even when death came, he was still indifferent.She stood up slowly, and murmured, "Yes, I'm a complete failure."

"I forced you to make a bad move. If this is the case, then even if I die, I can leave with a smile."

The moment Shan Qingbei captured Yingjia City, the snow was falling vigorously.Those captive wild beasts lay there watching the snow-white woman approaching the hall, they boldly leaned over to sniff Shan Qingbei, then screamed, and crawled at Shan Qingbei's feet.

Behind him, human voices almost pierced through the sky, "Doomsday...disappeared!"

The Xing family of the Ying family disappeared into this world, and human beings survived again. Shan Qingbei paved a back road for herself. This back road took her to survive, but it could no longer bear the weight of another person.

"Shan Qingbei..." Blood was all over the throne, Shan Qingbei looked at the man under the knife, listened to the roar outside, closed her eyes and said, "Ying Ji, you should understand my feelings, when Xiao Yu died... Ying Ji, you betrayed her, you owe her an apology."

Ying Ji laughed vaguely when he heard it, looked at the long knife pierced into his heart, coughed a few times, and finally closed his eyes forever.

Never said sorry to death.

"Miss Shan..."

Shan Qingbei had a dream, a long, long dream, in which everything remained the same, she dreamed too much, and her happiness was too realistic, so when she woke up from the dream, she looked at the long knife in her hand, and finally let out A sigh.

There is always neither sadness nor joy in her eyes, because both love and hate have already been buried in the ground with that person.Her knife is her soul, so if she protects this knife, can she be protected under three thousand feet?

"Xiao Fan..." Shan Qingbei sat on the bloody ground, looked up at the dark heaven, at the heavy snow outside the door, and said hoarsely, "You owe me an apology too..."

The last meeting with Xing Zhuo was when these realities came back to mind.

She still remembered the tactile sensation when she held the two long knives, and the feeling when she plunged the knives into Ying Ji's heart with her own hands. It was released, but it seemed to be lost.

The pictures in her mind kept going round and round, making Shan Qingbei feel a headache and didn't know what to do. She just endured all this in a daze, endured and endured, and those sorrows really disappeared.

She is still the calm Shan Qingbei.

She walked out of the darkness, closed the door, and the eyes of the criminals inside the door slowly disappeared, and were finally blocked by a door.

She looked at the sky outside the window—the snow had melted a lot, and the snow gradually faded away, revealing its original appearance.

Everything will eventually return to the way it was before.

That night, Shan Qingbei seemed to be ten years older, she was still so quiet, sitting quietly at the table, writing slowly with a pen in her thin hands.

What is a special way?It was the two knives in your hands that fell into my hands, and I never saw you fighting with knives to cut a long way for me.

I was trapped in the Linglong Tower, and you slept in the boundary between cold and hot. You were unrestrained and unrestrained, playing the role of arrogance in your black pupils, and then a handful of loess...

I wrote a suicide note, wishing that you and I will sleep together in the coffin, and no one will be able to separate again.I will hold your hand and follow you into your dreams. From now on, in the three thousand realms of heaven and earth, I will be in you, and you will be in me.

Qing Beishu

Three days later, a red sedan chair appeared at the exit of the castle and drove slowly towards the snow-capped mountains on the other side.

Shan Qingbei wore a fiery red dress and walked step by step into the quiet snow mountain. She stepped up the long steps and walked into the castle with the two long knives, just like that time.

The red dress mopped the floor, and came to the iceberg and snow from the other side of the south of the Yangtze River.

Shan Qingbei sat on the already cold throne, she pulled the knife out of its sheath, and carefully wiped the blade with a red cloth, slowly and slowly, as if stroking the skin of a lover.

After a long time, she put those two long knives in the ground, and as far as her eyes could see, there was ice and snow, pure white.

She seemed to be looking at something, and seemed to be remembering something.This castle is too empty, so empty that there is no warmth.Shan Qingbei leaned on the throne, looked up at the high roof, and let out her last breath slowly.

The ring on the finger was clasped tightly, and the pair of plain hands were still holding another ring tightly, like a fire like a dream.

Shan Qingbei had her last dream.

In the dream——

Never betray, never part.

The final chapter

Have you heard?Wang's lover is at the other end of the snow mountain, which is far away from us.

snow mountain?It must be very cold, like snow all year round?

Wang said to find her.

What about the king?

gone.

one sentence extra

She said she was pointing the fire, and finally burned the way of my life.

The author has something to say: so it ends.This copywriting is what I am most satisfied with.

最后

She is the fire at her fingertips, burning my life.