Can a Scholar Be Called a Villain

Now his own strength has not recovered, his trump card has been exhausted, and even the previous connection with the "Ancient Burial Coffin" has been disconnected.

Now he can only fight with his mutilated body, but the rest has no fighting power at all.

"Boom!"

The sea water and thunder before turned into dark clouds, and it started to rain.

Looking at the rain, Murong Lin felt even more.

He stopped.

His body slowly lit up with light.

Wan Wanqiu's body was instantly wet from the rain, her hair fell on her forehead, and the blood was no longer visible on her pale face.

And after hearing Su Zan's comfort, she obviously felt relieved.

But she also knew that with her being a drag, Su Zan not only had to consume the same power as still time and space to maintain her life, but also needed to take her away like this.

The chance is too small.

"I said……"

Her voice also began to tremble, whether it was because of the cold rain or lack of strength.

"Yeah, I'm listening."

Su Zan slowly moved his face towards Wan Wanqiu's forehead, feeling the coldness all over her body.

He couldn't lose anyone anymore.

He has lost too much.

Maybe he shouldn't have been involved in such karma from the beginning.

If he didn't know Meng Yan, Leng Ziluo, or Wan Wanqiu, he could still be a perfect avenger, a being whose heart is colder than the world.

Unfortunately not.

He has a heart, and his heart is a little warmer than the world.

Then he is destined to be stabbed by the coldness of the world.

Wan Wanqiu opened her mouth as if she wanted to say something, but closed her mouth and laughed.

Even though the beauty was injured, her smile was still so beautiful.

Su Zan only felt that the girl in his arms was smiling like a lark, as clear and sweet as the wind chimes by the window.

"I said, your white hair is too ugly. Take some time... and dye it back to black."

Wan Wanqiu suddenly made such a joke.

But Su Zan couldn't laugh.

Because he really felt that the lark in his arms had lost its life, and the wind chime had its rope cut off.

Wan Wanqiu chose to commit suicide so as not to hinder Su's burial in front of him.

She knew that Su Zan might not be able to escape even without her, but what if?

What if Su Zan could escape without him?

She never expressed her feelings until her death, which everyone could see.

Su Zan's hands were still holding Wan Wanqiu tightly in his arms, and their body temperatures continued to drop, becoming colder than the world.

This time he really had nothing.

The hatred, resentment, unwillingness, and anger in his heart were slowly extinguished.

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===Chapter 335: Su Burian’s Death===

I don't know how long it took, maybe it was just a moment.

Su Zan felt that a ball of light seemed to appear in front of him, shrouding his body.

The light seemed to emanate from between heaven and earth, and seemed to have its own light source.

He felt that the rain between heaven and earth seemed not so cold anymore.

So he slowly raised his head and saw Murong Lin shrouded in light.

For a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

This light is so warm, can it be emitted by such a person?