Chapter 2366: Like the person in front of me

"Xue Qing is dead, the new couple can stand, they have been together for 100 years, and their grandchildren are full."
In the dark, the blue shirt was like an excellent flower in the dark, and it instantly bloomed and then withered ...
"lilac!"
Ji Yunhuang yelled in pain, but could only watch her fall, devoured by darkness, and disappeared again.
My heart tightened into a ball, and every breath I took was with great pain ...
where is she? where is she? ~!
He was standing in the big pit, with wounds on his hands and blood flowing to the ground, but he didn't realize it. He just looked at the bottom of the pit with a blank expression, looking like a confused child ...
Despair, downright despair!
He didn't know how long he had stood, without using any protective enchantment, so he was exposed to the blizzard, and accepted the sword of Lingfeng, as if he was atonement. As if as long as she stands a little longer, she will forgive him, and there will be ...
"Xue Qing!" He called, and opened his eyes.
Silent at night, sleepless at night.
He knew that he had dreamed again, the moment when Xue Qing died, the scene that made him pain in his bones.
Over and over, he had dreamed this scene countless times.
Every time, it's such ecstasy.
It is said that in the eighteenth floor of Hell, the most sinful people are held. For these people, the land government only implements a criminal law, allowing these people to experience the most painful times in their lives every day, day after year. Year after year, pain is like an endless circle. There is no beginning, no end, only the lost soul, Ling Chi who accepts memories over and over again.
Has he now been detained to the eighteenth floor of hell?
fair enough……
See her at least once a day ...
Even if the scene was so mad that he hurt, he was so happy, at least, at least to see her ...
He would rather live in than to search through reality.
His whole body was cold and his heart was numb.
I don't know when the wind was much weaker, rolled up a few snowflakes and blown in front of him, but Ji Yunhuang was captivated by these pieces of snow. When he opened his eyes again, his heart began to jump wildly.
It was a scene never seen before in the same dream.
The snow had stopped, and the man stood in the azure dress and stood there silently, watching him without grief or joy.
"lilac……"
He wanted to jump up and hug her, but his steps seemed to be nailed in place.
After waiting so long, hundreds of years passed by beside him, leaving only that beautiful face deeply imprinted in his mind,
Like the person in front of him.
He took a hard step forward, his hard, hoarse voice was like a dry stream: "Xue Qing ~ It turns out that you are not dead ... Great, you are not dead ..."
His body seemed to be unable to bear the huge emotional fluctuations, and was generally trembling violently, as if the next second, he would kneel to the ground.
Tian Xueqing smiled at him slightly: "You're wrong. I'm dead. The one standing in front of you is already a dead man ..."
She tilted her head slightly, a little naive and a little ecstatic: "Are you afraid?"
Ji Yunhuang stepped and closed his eyes. He walked in front of her, raised his arms to hug her tightly, and kept his arms tightening. He said lowly: "I'm afraid ... I'm afraid you'll never Will return ... Xue Qing, don't leave me again, OK ... "
He embraced her tightly in the middle like an iron hoop.