Three days later.
"Are you dead?"
"I...have not returned everything that belongs to you."
"I am a thief, the most shameless thief..."
"sorry……"
…………
The South China Sea is cloudless.
A woman wearing a white dress came walking on the clouds, her eyes filled with tears.
Stab la la...
Threads of thunder flowed from Bing Jingyue's hand, and her face flashed brightly and darkly.
"In the past few days, I have never felt any violent fluctuations in the thunder. It is as if you have truly left."
Bing Jingyue looked at the palm of her hand where the thunder light was flowing, and tears gradually flowed down.
"Everyone knows that you are the ultimate, the real ultimate. Only I know that you may be even stronger.
If I return the [Ancient Thunder Road] to you, can you become stronger and avoid that disaster? "
Bing Jingyue spoke quietly, her face looking haggard.
This shouldn't be the state a warrior should have.
After Lin Tian died, he shed tears all day long.
Suddenly, everything made sense.
Why should people be strong?
People, why should we live?
My vitality comes from nothingness, and my name as the daughter of a martial saint comes from nothingness.
I am a voyeur, and I see his unwillingness and struggle through the energy and blood fluctuations of the ancient thunder path all day long.
The shackles imposed by her father were too heavy, but they did give Bing Jingyue another life that she should not have glimpsed.
It's so blazing, so dazzling.
Like an ascetic who never bows his head, he must keep walking towards an unreachable goal.
From surprise, to recognition, to awe and admiration.
This is a very long way.
Until a few days ago, everything disappeared.
I no longer have the chance to see him, and I have no chance to return it.
Now that you are gone, where can I survive?
"Then, do what I should do, and then leave all this nothingness forever."
She whispered, an intoxicated smile appearing on the corner of her mouth.
In the distance, a helicopter approaches.
On top of the helicopter was a reporter from a television station.
"It was the daughter of the Martial Saint who found us. I heard that she wanted to reveal information about Lin Tian to us."
"It's huge news. Maybe we can dig out some secrets behind Lin Tian."
"I didn't expect that Lord Bing Jingyue would also be related to Lin Tian."
Sitting in the passenger seat, the reporter murmured in surprise.
Bing Jingyue contacted them this morning, saying that she had very important news to reveal, and the interview location was... the place where Lin Tian fell.
"Big news, definitely big news, but I would also like to know what apology the Martial Saint's daughter has for Lin Tian?"
The reporter said with a hint of shock in his eyes.
He knew the influence Lin Tian had on the human race at this moment.
According to what Bing Jingyue said, it was probably Bingyu Martial Saint who did something sorry for Lin Tian.
If this is the case, once this news spreads, it will cause turmoil in the entire human race!
"I saw it, that one should be Bing Jingyue!"
The captain suddenly spoke, and the reporter looked and saw a slim figure in a white dress standing on the horizon in the distance.
Just looking at his back, it seemed as if a feeling of sadness suddenly came over him.
Just like a queen who is always in the boundless ice.
"That's her!"
The reporter yelled, eyes gleaming.
He also wanted to know what guilt Bing Jingyue was talking about.
That's when.
Buzz!
A strange force came, and the entire helicopter seemed to be frozen in the void.
A man in white clothes with an indifferent expression and deep eyes appeared in front of the helicopter.
"Father!" Bing Jingyue turned back instantly and shouted with anger.
And inside the helicopter.
"Bing... Bing Bing Bingyu Martial Saint!"
The moment the captain and reporters saw the man arriving, their eyes widened and they started to panic.
However, Bingyu just looked at the reporter calmly and said:
"My daughter has nothing to say today and in the future."
"Yes Yes Yes Yes!"
The reporter nodded quickly, his face turned pale at this moment and he was extremely scared.
Unexpectedly, Martial Saint Bingyu appeared.
The helicopter quickly turned around and left soon.
Left alone, Bingyu looked downcast and Bing Jingyue looked desperate.
"It was just a small thing, but I didn't expect it to turn into what it is now."
Bingyu looked at his daughter with a complicated expression:
“I just bought the [Ancient Thunder Road] from the Immortal Clan, and it was the Immortal Clan who took over Lin Tianling Road.
What don't you owe him? "
Bing Jingyue's face was pale, but she pursed her red lips tightly and looked at her father like this.
Bingyu was surprised, he read something else in his daughter's eyes.
"You... then Lin Tian is dead. Even if you want to return it to him, you have no chance."
Bing Jingyue's body trembled and she just turned around. Bingyu nodded first.
Then his body trembled and he walked over instantly.
"You took poison, why! Why!"
He growled. If he hadn't returned to the human race, his daughter would have died in a few hours.
"Why!!!"
Bingyu roared, and with one hand and one claw, he pulled out wisps of black smoke from Bing Jingyue's body.
But Bing Jingyue laughed sadly and said nothing.
Bingyu opened his mouth wide, feeling deep regret in his heart at this moment.
An [Ancient Lei Dao] actually made his daughter become like this.
He didn't figure it out.
The next moment, Bing Jingyue fainted instantly.
Bingyu used one hand and one claw to carry his daughter's body in a space and walked towards the far north.
night……
"Now that Lin Tian is dead, Xiao Yue should be unable to think about it anymore."
On the balcony, Bing Qiuyue spoke in a complicated manner, while Bing Yu stood quietly beside him.
"I didn't expect this to happen. Fortunately, Lin Tian is dead. Even if Xiao Yue likes Lin Tian, as time goes by, everything will be fine in the end." Bing Yu said solemnly.
However, when he saw his elder brother Bing Qiuyi's face beside him, his expression had turned bad.
"What's wrong?" Bingyu asked.
However, Bing Qiuyi almost roared:
"Bingyu!"
"You are a human Martial Saint, can you take responsibility? The Martial Saint's life is not your own!
Others can say that Lin Tian is lucky to be dead, but you..."
Bing Qiuyi looked at Bing Yu disappointedly:
"As a Martial Saint, how can you say such things?
Without Lin Tian, can Nanhai survive? "
Bingyu frowned and remained silent, but looked into the distance.
He does not pursue fame or fortune, and he is extremely cautious.
at the same time.
"Wake up and don't do this again, okay?"
Beside the bed, Sizheng looked at Bing Jingyue who had regained consciousness with red eyes.
"I..." Bing Jingyue said in a low voice and said nothing more.
She just didn't have the will to live anymore.
However, when Bingyu returns, she may not even be able to die.
"I...I'll bring you food." Sizheng said.
Bing Jingyue did not speak.
As Sizheng left, Bing Jingyue just lay like this.
If a person no longer wants to live, then even the Martial Saint can't do anything about it.
She was arranged for her whole life by her father.
This time, I was really tired.
Like a magnificent flower, slowly falling into the abyss, the light that belonged to it has been completely extinguished.
The darkness seemed to be getting warmer, and there seemed to be countless low voices murmuring all around.
Keep falling, entering sinking, falling into the endless abyss.
It would be great if this world was always dark, why do you want me to catch a glimpse of the light of the sun?
Bing Jingyue closed her eyes, tears flowing down her cheeks.
Stab...
Suddenly, a trace of blue flickered between the fingers hidden under the quilt.
It's very slight and very irritating.
In an instant, Bing Jingyue opened her eyes.
She stared blankly at the ceiling.
Then, laughed.
pS: It’s the holidays, let’s take a day off today and go play some games, brothers.
Happy holidays in advance!
