Ye Luoli: After rebirth, I was forced to clear my name

Wen Qian felt a powerful force sweeping over, and the silver cross in her hand fell to the ground. Blood splattered all over his body.

She was also struck by a single move, and a huge wave of light shook her back several meters before slamming into the cold walls of the castle.

Before the spell could hit her, a blue dot lit up on her forehead, and an invisible protective barrier stood in front of her, resisting most of the damage of the Death God's spell.

Despite the spell protection of Ripple, she inevitably took a heavy hit.

Wen Qian's body was numb for a moment, and then the pain began to surge up like a tide, her limbs seemed to be broken, and her breathing became difficult.

At the same time, Fei Lian, who was still talking to Yaozhen, suddenly covered his chest, the consumption and damage of mana made him realize something, he frowned, and looked in a certain direction in the void.

Wen Qian slipped from the side of the wall to the ground, her hands propped up on the ground, blood gushing out of her mouth.

This time it's true blood.

Immediately after, a confinement spell flew into the air, and before she could slow down, the invisible rope bound her tightly.

Wen Qian's consciousness began to blur, and she closed her eyes forcefully, the remaining bits of reason and the sharp pain in her body kept her awake.

Gaya appeared in front of her like a ghost, his expression was definitely not pleasant, and he whispered, "You really surprise me every time."

His blood fell to the ground, flowing non-stop, and the wound in his abdomen showed signs of getting bigger and bigger, and it hurt to look at it, but he approached her step by step as if he didn't feel the pain.

"I thought you might be a dead skeleton or a ghost or something, but I didn't expect you to be flesh and blood.

Wen Qian looked at Jia Ye defiantly, her smile was crazy and bright, she had no fear at all: "How is it, the taste of your own blood, is it still sweet?" This was

the first time she laughed from the bottom of her heart today, this damned, damn fate and gods.

"God of Death, I won't lose today—you can't win either.

Wen Qian was half leaning against the wall, unable to move her hands and feet, her chest rose and fell violently, and her breath was short. There was blood on the arms and palms, and it was impossible to tell who belonged to them.

Gaya was no better, the silver had already hurt his body to the maximum, even as a god, he didn't have such a strong recovery ability.

Even if you cover the wound, blood will spill out between your fingers. As he walked step by step, the blood flowed down his face.

Both men were in a state of utter embarrassment. No one will admit defeat.

Gaya chuckled along with her, and said to her in a tone that he had never said before, "You know what? When I incarnated into the human world, I wondered if you were worth it.

He asked himself, "You are worth it, more than I thought." When I was still Ye Jia, I thought so.

Wen Qian's blood was boiling and burning, from the bone marrow to the skin, she was in pain and had lost her mind.

She said angrily, "Shut up, don't mention him! you madman!"

This sentence seemed to turn on some strange switch, and Gaya stopped for half a second.

He chuckled lowly and covered his face with one hand: "yes, I'm just a madman." You got it right. "

Since knowing that Ye Jia is the incarnation of Jiaye, Wen Qian has never mentioned this name again.

Because I don't want to discuss, because I don't want to remember.

Gaya looked a little weird at the moment. Wen Qian squinted at him.

For a moment, she thought that Gaya was trying to kill her. The spell in his hand is ready to be unleashed.

Wen Qian looked at this scene coldly.

The thunderstorm outside the window did not stop, and the noisy sound of raindrops falling never stopped, and as soon as the cold wind blew, the rain fell from the window to her face, hands, and hair.

With a "boom", lightning pierced the sky, illuminating her face pale, but there was still no weakness.

She sat there covered in bruises, but she looked like a fearless believer.

This look was extremely familiar, and it coincided with the way she woke up from that nightmare.

Overturning, light and extinction, struggle, life and death.

He had already gathered in his hands, and the death magic full of killing intent suddenly dissipated.

Gaya's expression changed drastically, and he suddenly bent down to cover his head, and rolled away with a low cry in his mouth.

Then, with a wave of his right hand, the rope that bound Wen Qian was immediately released.

Wen Qian was still wondering why Jia Ye suddenly did this, but the latter seemed to be in some kind of unknown struggle, he took a few steps back with difficulty, and pushed her away with one hand, Wen Qian saw him shaking his head vigorously, his expression was painful, and his pupils were stained black.

But Wen Qian had no time to take care of it. She only felt that the muscles and bones in her whole body were about to break, and the status quo did not allow her to delay for another moment.

She slammed Yaozhen's magic circle to the ground, and the golden light instantly enveloped her, forming a golden hexagonal array disk up and down, and the power of the sun slowed down the speed of her blood flow.

Wen Qian was held up by a warm force, and the light in her heart suddenly shone brightly, the sound of wind and rain outside the window was almost inaudible, and the light in the castle poured out of the windows and gates.

The array disc began to operate, and in just a few seconds, the conditions for teleportation had been met. Wen Qian's figure began to fade.

The boy subconsciously rushed forward and grabbed her hand, his fingertips touching her hand, and his clothes fluttered in the wind.

In the moment before disappearing, she seemed to see something familiar in Gaya's eyes, he looked at her in a trance, and muttered, "I'm sorry..."

What?

Why apologize?

In just a moment, countless thoughts flowed through her mind.

Gaya no longer looks like Gaya, the murderous intent on his body is gone, and Wen Qian sees him rushing towards her, and then mistakes with her. He clutched the bleeding wound in his abdomen in pain and watched her depart.

The look in his eyes seemed to say that this mistake would be difficult to grasp.

She held her breath, as if that would slow down the flow of time a few more times.

She stared at him, the same face and the same person, but a familiar glow began to flow in his eyes.

Maybe it's apology, maybe it's sadness, regret, nostalgia, the young man's lips open and close up and down, but the voice is no longer real.

It's too late.

In a trance, she only heard a few vague words coming into her ears intermittently along the wind, and it was still the familiar voice.

He's saying,

"... Good month, not like... Every year, this night..."

The wind outside the window was loud, and the cold wind poured in, but there was a faint light in my heart.

The moon is always good, and it is not like being born every year.

“...... Ye Jia?"

Then he was completely taken away by the teleportation array, and the last sentence was scattered in the wind that no one could know.

Don't dare to think about it, because the consequences of disappointment are far greater than expected.

If it's you, if you're really still there.

Don't think anymore, don't think about it.

She was confused, her eyes slowly closed.

Then I probably wouldn't have been so sorry before I died, the moment before the remaining marks on my body drained my life.

She didn't know where she was going to end up or how long she would live. In fact, the next moment she spoke, she was plunged into complete darkness.

Mentally and physically at the limit. Then, there is the permanent disconnection.

The wind and rain outside the castle had stopped, and it was still dark night in the miasma. Wind and rain don't knock down the leaves on the trees, because life here is long gone.

Only the mess in the castle and the obvious signs of a fight proved that she had been here.