Vol 8 Chapter 489: Separate

Chapter 489 Separation
brother.
brother……
brother…………
Who? Who is calling me?
A beautiful voice... The master of this voice must be beautiful and beautiful.
This voice, I obviously should have heard it before, why do I feel so familiar. Her name, and this feeling, why is it so...
My snow.
Has my consciousness woke up... I still haven't died yet? Why am I still alive...
What is falling on my face, very warm feeling, in the mouth... Is it salty, tears?
Why is my body so warm, my vitality has not been burned by me, why is it recovering so quickly... consciousness, more and more awake, the sense of emptiness that has lost life is also disappearing, limbs, in rapid Restoration of consciousness, blood has returned to flow, and even the sound of the heart has been heard.
and many more! This is... the power of life! It is the power of life I have been looking for!
Who is there, there is such a pure, so powerful life force!
brother……
brother……
Consciousness, hearing, and more and more clear, Ye Wuchen's eyelids moved, and finally opened his eyes with difficulty. In the eye, it is a pure white light. White is so soft, there is no glare that gives him a little bit.
"Brother." Watching him finally wake up, she kneels on the ground, squatting his upper body tightly in his arms, and a pair of white wings are folded from behind to the front, wrapping himself and his entire body. Tightly close together, the tears of holy life slipped down and hit his face.
Ye Wuchen’s eyes were blurred in the hustle and bustle, looking at the face that was close at hand...because he saw the real fairy.
She is beautiful……
No, maybe the use of the words "very beautiful" that have been used by humans in her body would be a kind of beauty for her, letting Ye Wuchen be a wise man, learning knowledge, but at this time she could not find it. One can be used to describe this beautiful language. Her beauty has already exceeded the imagination of mankind, and beauty is not true.
This is a pure white space, and she has pure white hair, pure white clothes, the dress is so familiar, still white is spotless, but much bigger than he knows, behind her, there is Two white innocent wings...An angel, he could not help but think of these two words.
"You are... Cher?"
He trembled and stretched out his sour hand, trying to touch her face, but immediately, he quietly let go, not that he had no strength, but that she was beautiful and holy at the moment until he dared not go.
She grabbed his hand and pressed it on her face, letting her feel her body temperature, softly tears and whispered: "I am Cher, my brother's snow, my life, always my brother's Cher."
Ye Wuchen smiled softly: "My Cher, really a fairy."
"Brother..." She held him harder and harder. She wanted to integrate herself with him. Life was not separated, and death would only die. She was only held in her arms, and she finally held him in her arms. She was only protected by him. She finally saved his life again with her own strength. She whispered, "I really want to I am not a fairy. If I have been the ugly girl who is abandoned, then I can stay with my brother forever, and no one will break us up."
"Snow..."
His snow has changed from a girl to a real fairy. The scar on his face disappeared, his age, and him, she is the daughter of the Emperor, the white princess of the land of God, the noble that humans can only look up to... but she is still his snow, still Then I am in love with him. As long as she can stay with him, she would rather be the ugly girl.
The soft fairy lips are printed on the lips of Ye Wuchen's dry lips. The snow is like a tear, and gently sticks with him to enjoy this last warmth. She looked up, looked at his eyes, stroked his face, and over and over again, tears, never stopped rushing.
"Brother, I am leaving." She gently said the words that made her heartache like a needle.
"Snow..."
"I know... I know my brother doesn't want me to go, but we have no choice." The goddess is crying, crying is so unbearable, the white wings are sprinkled with wet marks: "Night Strong, we can't resist it, how can we struggle, and we will never have a second result, it will only hurt our brother..."
"Snow... Cher..."
Pain, repentance, hate... hate for yourself, like a thousand knives, screaming at his heart. This is a kind of pain that has never been seen before, never hated.
Ye Wuchen's eyelids were covered by water mist, and finally condensed into tears, sliding down the cold face.
For the first time, he was crying.
Ningxue gently bowed his head, his face showed a very pious gesture, gently kissed his tears, tears burst into tears, soft laughter in tears: "Brother, you will also cry... It was the first time I saw my brother’s tears, my brother’s first tears were for me... I really... so happy...

She will never forget the first tear he shed for her, and the first tear he shed in the Tianchen continent.
"Brother, don't cry... Brother, you said that in the past, you believe in fate, before the strength can not compete with the fate, you will follow the instructions of fate step by step. Does that brother believe in my brother's destiny? ... From the beginning of our encounter, our destiny has been entangled, even if we are separated forever, we will never forget each other. However, I always know that our separation is only a temporary separation, because my brother will go find I... I will definitely go to find me... Brother, I am waiting for you, waiting for you in the world of God, waiting for you to be strong enough to defeat the night, defeat my mother... Then, I can always be with my brother forever. Together... no more will not separate..."
She, Ningxue, has long since wept, in order to preserve the life of Ye Wuchen, she is destined to leave at night and return to the land of God. But she knew that he would be desperate to find any possible way to find her on the mainland of God... She did not persuade him not to go to that too dangerous place for her, because she is so understanding her brother, she I know that no matter how I persuade myself, he will definitely go to her and bring her back to her side... So, she waits for him... Since he never appears, she will wait forever.
"So, my brother, for our future, my brother must be strong enough to find me again, okay? Promise me... my brother, when you can beat the night, go find me, okay... promise me ......"
The white world began to sway slightly, and the turbulence gradually became fierce. It was a precursor to the inability to maintain the eternal light enchantment.
Ye Wuchen did not answer her, just staring at the condensate snow at the moment, the beauty to the illusory fairy, the ear, the heart, echoing her every language that was condensed by tears...
She reached into the face of Ye Wuchen, gently grasping the purple purple purple in the palm of her hand, gently holding it in the palm of her hand: "This is my brother gave me, protect my little purple, I will raise it while waiting for my brother..."
Ningxue has been crying for too long, but her tears have not stopped, how sad it is, how big heartache can make a of God flow so many tears. In her life, almost all tears are for one person. They met, fell in love, and fell apart... After the infinite beauty, they ended up being a heartbreaking pain, both to separate and why they met.
Even so painful, she never regretted meeting him... She didn't dare to think about how to spend it in the future without him, but she was even more afraid if she didn't meet him, how old her life would be. Pale and crippled.
She lowered her dagger and kissed him on his face. The white wings opened and finally let go of his body and gently left.
"Snow-"
Ningxue’s body trembled fiercely. She finally looked at Ye Wuchen’s eyes, closed her eyes in pain, and picked up her petite heart when she broke open the golden enchantment, and her body fell into the white. In the world, he left the line of view of Ye Wuchen.
Ye Wuchen was staring at the position where Ningxue disappeared, his eyes, and slowly lost his focal length...
He finally lost his condensed snow... they were finally separated...
She is half his life, without her, he is alive, and some can only be a broken soul, a broken heart.
Pain... too painful, painful feeling no pain. The heart is torn, the soul is torn... It is a kind of pain and hate that is integrated into every drop of blood, every vein, every cell.
The body that has no strength, but has bitten the blood from the lips, the nails of both hands have been deeply pierced into the flesh, blood stained palm.
"Snow... Cher... oh... haha, haha... hahahaha!"
He suddenly laughed and laughed at the pain and misery. At this time, he was not the evil emperor who made the Tianchen continent tremble and trembling, but a helpless soul who lost his most important thing... Tianchen’s strongest power, highest prestige, supreme prestige, and strongest power, he still can’t protect Cher and his heart, watching them forced to leave themselves.
Uh... A large smog of blood spurted out of his mouth, and his consciousness was once again dissipated in deep pain, and the eyes were blurred in a little bit of scarlet color.
Sleeping... Yeah, sleep, you can forget, sleep, you can stop suffering so much pain, sleep... After waking up, you may find that this is just a dream... illusory cruel dream .
The emptiness of consciousness suddenly floated into a blank and turned into a darkness.


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