The memory of the villain was exposed and the heroine begged me for forgiveness

The moment the sword light was about to drown Ning Qiushui, a huge black halberd suddenly shot out.

The two attacks collided, and although most of the force was offset, the aftermath still knocked Ning Qiushui away.

She fell not far away, covered in blood, and could no longer move.

Before Qu Yun could react, a giant hand of black mist followed him.

He had no room to escape and was pinched by the giant hand of black mist like an ant.

Jiang Zhige's eyes were full of murderous intent, and he walked step by step under the magic mist.

He raised his palm and exerted a little force, easily crushing Qu Yun's proud Principle Armor.

Qu Yun's seven orifices were bleeding, his lungs were displaced, and his expression became distorted in pain.

He understood that death was the best outcome if he fell into Jiang Zhige's hands at this moment, and he was afraid that Jiang Zhige would torture him in an extremely cruel way.

Qu Yun was not afraid of this at all, and laughed ferociously: "Jiang Zhige! Do you really think you can save her?"

Jiang Zhige's expression was grim. Now that he could make Qu Yun's soul fly away with just a little force, how dare Qu Yun speak so brazenly here?

"By the way, you should have discovered the body of the blind girl outside the forest, right? Did she die miserably?"

"It's so pitiful. Even though you are nearby, she has become a rotting and smelly corpse."

Even before his death, Qu Yun was still laughing wildly, trying to disgust Jiang Zhige in this way.

And his words did have an effect.

The murderous intent in Jiang Zhige's eyes almost solidified, and he waved his hand to use his magical power to burn Qu Yun's soul.

Qu Yun instantly let out a heart-piercing cry and desperately tried to break free from the shackles of the black mist.

No matter how strong his mind was, he could not withstand the burning pain that reached the depths of his soul.

Despite this, Qu Yun was still laughing, but his laughter seemed extremely miserable, more like a howl.

"Jiang Zhige, I want to let you taste the grief I felt when I lost my beloved!"

Along with Qu Yun's miserable laughter, his whole body suddenly released a dazzling red light.

In fact, he had made some guesses about his ending long before.

After all, Jiang Zhige is a demon emperor. No matter how many cards Qu Yun has, he will never have a chance of winning. If he loses, his life will be worse than death.

Rather than being tortured forever, he might as well end it on his own and make Jiang Zhige sick again.

Jiang Zhige's eyes narrowed slightly and he quickly guessed Qu Yun's intention.

He also wanted to prevent Qu Yun from committing suicide, but it was too late.

Just hearing a loud noise, Qu Yun's body turned into countless scarlet sword lights and exploded, sweeping in all directions like a storm.

That terrifying violent sword intent was like the Wild Blood Dragon Emperor coming in person, wreaking havoc on every inch of space.

Jiang Zhige had no problem protecting himself, but Ning Qiushui was still not far away. At this moment, she was seriously injured like a weak willow tree in front of the violent sword intent, and would break if she was not careful.

Jiang Zhige could only use most of his strength to prevent Ning Qiushui from getting even a little bit hurt.

"Qiu Shui, come to me!"

The violent sword intent unleashed by Qu Yun at the cost of his life was comparable to the Emperor's full blow, and not even Jiang Zhige dared to be careless.

If he dissipates the sword intention or is distracted, he will definitely not be able to protect Ning Qiushui perfectly, and Ning Qiushui will be torn into pieces as long as he receives half of the sword intention.

Ning Qiushui said nothing, her eyes were red and her face looked lonely.

"Azhi, let's go..."

"What did you say?"

Jiang Zhige frowned, let alone leaving now, he would not be able to protect Ning Qiushui if he was not careful.

Ning Qiushui lowered her head and said in a trembling voice: "I...I can't move anymore."

The previous sound of the piano was such a heavy burden on her that she couldn't even stand up now, let alone walk to Jiang Zhige's side?

And Jiang Zhige needs to protect Ning Qiushui with all his heart and cannot act at will. If Ning Qiushui cannot walk to Jiang Zhige on her own, it means that she is already dead.

Jiang Zhige's face suddenly darkened when he heard this, and he looked at Ning Qiushui without saying a word.

"Azhi, you are different from me. You are the emperor, so you cannot be emotional."

"I have attained enlightenment in this life. I have died without being shaken. In the next life, in the next life..."

Ning Qiushui burst into tears as she spoke and was choked with sobs that she could no longer speak.

Saying that, how could she not have any regrets?

After thousands of years of ups and downs, he and Jiang Zhige finally came together. There were still too many things we couldn't do together, but now we are going to die here.

After a while, Jiang Zhige still didn't move.

Ning Qiushui could only hide her sadness and pretended to be serious: "Azhi, I am just a prostitute. To you, I am just the icing on the cake. Why do you miss me?"

"Today's desperate situation is not your fault, but my own fault."

"If the majestic emperor of the heaven is indecisive when it comes to his children, how can he govern all sentient beings in the heaven with dignity in the future?"

Ning Qiushui seemed to want to say something, but was interrupted by Jiang Zhige.

"Ning Qiushui, are you kidding me?"

Jiang Zhige's face was ugly and he looked straight at Ning Qiushui.

Precisely because he is a great emperor, it is impossible for him to abandon Ning Qiushui.

Since his cultivation, Jiang Zhige has been determined to protect her. If he can't protect his own woman now, why would he claim to be emperor?

Jiang Zhige stretched out his hand towards Ning Qiushui and said in a deep voice: "It's not time to despair yet, we are only thirteen steps apart."

As long as Ning Qiushui can come to his side, he can easily do it whether it is to dispel the violent sword intent or directly take Ning Qiushui away from the imperial tomb.

Ning Qiushui's beautiful eyes were filled with tears, and she was speechless.

She wanted to go there, but her body was already overloaded and she couldn't move on her own.

"Qiu Shui, you regard me as the way, but now you want to give up in front of me?"

"It's not that I miss the love between my children, but that you are wavering and doubting your own way."

Jiang Zhige looked at Ning Qiushui's beautiful face, the dead Qi Muyao, the amnesiac Mo Ziyan, and even the faces of Su Qingqiu and Nangong Rou, all came to mind one by one.

To this day, he can no longer bear the price of losing Ning Qiushui.

"No, no, I..."

"Ning Qiushui!"

Jiang Zhige shouted loudly, immediately making Ning Qiushui freeze on the spot.

"You can't die, never!"

"You can do it in just thirteen steps!"

Jiang Zhige's eyes were moist, and he gritted his teeth and stared at Ning Qiushui.

Ning Qiushui lowered her head again and burst into tears.

You are right, giving up at this time is not giving up your own life, but giving up your love with Jiang Zhige.

Thinking of the scenes in Bailulin and Jiang Zhige thirteen steps away, could she really die without regrets?

Ning Qiushui didn't say another word and tried to get closer to Jiang Zhige.

Every time she moved, it took almost all her strength, and she couldn't stand up no matter what.

Ning Qiushui could only crawl on the ground, using both hands and feet to crawl towards Jiang Zhige.

However, the human body has its limits. With sheer willpower alone, she could only crawl out three steps before completely losing strength.

Jiang Zhige felt as if someone was holding his heart, and he felt like he couldn't breathe.

He kept encouraging Ning Qiushui and tried to use some spiritual power to help Ning Qiushui recover.