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Chapter 73

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    Su Quan said again: "Since ancient times, the word love has hurt people the most. It is best not to start a love that is doomed from the beginning without an end. Even if it starts, the ending will be sad. You are like this, Duanmu Yingshi  So too. To start a relationship that will not bear fruit will only cause the living to suffer."

    Nie Zhen sneered, sighed helplessly, and said: "So what, if I can forget, how can I be in pain. I can't forget, I can't forget. Sometimes, it is really lucky to be able to forget something, and the most unlucky thing is not to forget it.  people."

    Countless times I said to myself in the mirror: "Forget Ling Che! Forget Ling Che!"

    But I can't forget it!

    The soul-hunting technique cannot be used on the caster.

    Therefore, don't forget!

    In this life, probably only death can make him forget those memories.

    When Su Quan's dagger pierced in, Nie Zhen only felt that half of his field of vision was red.

    "Ah!" He cried out in pain, struggling, and let out a cry that was earth-shattering!

    Su Quan sighed and said: "Don't move, if you move, the wound will be bigger."

    Nie Zhen thought of Ling Che in his mind, his eyes were tearing, no, they were bleeding.

    Su Quan said: "Remember this pain, remember this unbearable pain, this is the price you pay for liking Ling Che! As long as you always remember this pain, you will not do it again next time you see her.  Something like what you did today. The pain will make you dilute your feelings for her."

    Nie Zhen's face was pale.

    Su Quan said: "A master should not have any feelings. Feelings will be your weakness, your weakness. Ling Che can't be your weakness."

    The pain made Nie Zhen faint.

    Su Quan sighed vaguely.

    *

    one year later.

    The Spring Festival is here.

    It was snowing heavily.

    Every household set off firecrackers, and the children wore new clothes.

    Ling Che pushed open the door, and saw a person standing in the yard.

    The man picked up a flute and began to play it.

    The sound of the flute is like resentment or admiration, which makes people cry.

    The man turned his head slowly.

    Silver hair, red eyes.

    "Nie Zhen" Ling Che was overjoyed and wanted to run over, "I thought you were caught by them"

    Halfway through the run, she stopped and stood blankly in the snow.

    Because that's not Nie Zhen!

    That is Duanmu Yingshi.

    "Follow me to a place." Duanmu Yingshi said.

    "I'm not going! By the way, how did you find out where I live?" Ling Che retreated vigilantly.

    Duanmu Yingshi held the flute and said, "If you don't go, you will regret it for the rest of your life."

    After saying that, he stepped forward on the snow.

    After thinking about it, Ling Che decided to enter the house.

    Duanmu Yingshi was taken aback for a moment, paused in his footsteps, and finally left.

    Ling Che took a cloak, and then ran after Duanmu Yingshi.

    There was a lot of wind and snow, and it was very cold.

    Ling Che wrapped his little cloak tightly.

    Finally came to an open snow field.

    A lonely grave.

    Duanmu Yingshi said: "This is Dongxue's tomb."

    Ling Che felt nothing.

    Duanmu Yingshi said: "If you find out that the person you like is actually your long-lost brother, what will you do?"

    Ling Che said, "Change to another boyfriend."

    "Because you don't dare to fight against the world? Everyone doesn't allow brothers and sisters to be together, so, don't you dare?"

    Ling Che said frankly: "Yes. That was too hard."

    Duanmu Yingshi sneered and said, "I'm here to tell you the truth today."

    Ling Che was shocked, and stammered and asked, "Qi Tianyou and I are long-lost siblings???"

    Duanmu Yingshi: ""

    There was an eerie silence, only the sound of snowflakes falling.

    Duanmu Yingshi said: "I don't understand, who do you really like?"

    Ling Che said, "Qi Tianyou."

    "Where's Nie Zhen?"

    "have no idea."

    Duanmu Yingshi suddenly turned around and said: "Before you forgot Nie Zhen, you should have liked Nie Zhen, and then you forgot Nie Zhen, so you liked Qi Tianyou. They might be dying soon, you think  Save them?"

    Ling Che's mind went blank, and he said in a trembling voice, "Is what you said true?"

    &nbsnbsp;Linglong Pagoda is far away from Fuxue Palace, even if Yin Ji wanted to go to Fuxue Palace to rescue soldiers, it was too late.

    Ling Che grinned, but there was no smile in the corner of her eyes.

    She stared at the gloomy girl in the mirror for a long time before realizing that it was herself.

    These hands have never killed anyone.

    But now, she is willing to kill, she is willing to kill with a sword, and she is willing to die by someone else's sword.

    Everything can go back.

    As long as she kills Yin Ji, Qi Tianyou will come back.

    They can grow radishes together, hunt together, plow the land together, and weave together.

    And Nie Zhen can also go to his Xianning again.

    She wanted to tell Nie Zhen, I'm sorry, I'm really not your Xianning.

    She wanted to thank Nie Zhen.  Thank you.

    I am very happy, I can look the same as Xianning, but unfortunately, I am very sorry, I am not your Xianning.

    As long as Yin Ji is killed, everything can go back to how it used to be.

    It's a pity that Ling Che didn't understand at that time, and he will never go back to the past.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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