A waning moon hung on the top of the mountain, spreading its silver glow among the mountains and forests.
Yingyingwuwu, it’s another year.
Su Mo became increasingly weak, and he lay in bed sleeping for much longer than he was awake...
His consciousness, his vitality, and his soul power are all being consumed by some unknown power of rules, and now he is on his deathbed.
Prince Ying and his wife, the little girl and Luo Yin stood closely in front of Su Mo's bed. They were all silent as they looked at the dying Su Mo.
They didn't know what Su Mo was planning, and no matter how much they asked, Su Mo wouldn't tell them.
However, they could see that no matter what Su Mo was planning or planning, he could no longer hold on...
Su Mo's plan exceeded the limit of what he could bear.
A game that had been planned for nearly nine years had exhausted all of Su Mo's vitality and cultivation. But they didn't know what the purpose of this layout was... They knew that with Su Mo's cultivation as a Wenjing master, he had exhausted everything he had, so this layout must be very terrifying.
However, he seemed to be unable to wait any longer.
The little girl lay in Su Mo's arms, with all kinds of confusion, clinging tightly to Su Mo's chest, murmuring to Su Mo in a daze: "Brother, you said you wouldn't leave me. Is it right?"
However, Su Mo didn't respond and just fell into a deep sleep.
Su Mo's breath became weaker and weaker, and the warmth on his body had long since disappeared. The little girl lying on Su Mo's body only felt that Su Mo's body was a little cold.
The dim candlelight on the side was like Su Mo's vitality, swaying before the oil ran out.
"Let your brother have a good rest. He is a little tired." Princess Ying turned her head away, not daring to look directly at the girl.
The little girl lay in Su Mo's arms and slowly shook her head, "Girl wants to accompany her brother. He promised that he will not separate from her."
Princess Ying's eyes were shining brightly, and she didn't know what to say.
She fully believed that Su Mo had taken the initiative to arrange the situation, but as a woman with a sensitive nature, she smelled a different smell, and there was a sense of burning the boat in this breath.
It seemed that Su Mo's plan had already included his own life and death in it...
What on earth is he doing? What else is worth all his efforts?
Of course he had his reasons, but he was unwilling to give any reasons.
"Be obedient..." Princess Ying raised her head and said softly: "Let your brother have a good rest..."
Hearing this, the little girl shook her head stubbornly.
"No, the girl wants to accompany her brother."
Princess Ying looked at the girl's stubborn expression, opened her mouth but did not say anything, then slowly turned around and left Su Mo's room.
There seemed to be a sense of sadness in this room, which made her breathless.
When King Ying saw his wife leaving, he turned to look at Su Mo who was sleeping on the bed, turned around and followed her out.
As soon as King Ying walked out of the door, he saw Princess Ying under the moonlight, squatting on the ground and sobbing with her shoulders hunched slightly...
King Ying walked behind Princess Ying, opened his mouth, and said awkwardly, "Mo'er..."
He only said half of it, but he didn't know how to speak.
Princess Ying slowly turned her head, her face clearly covered with tears.
"I don't know what Mo'er is planning, but I know..."
"No matter what he is planning, the price of that plan is clearly his own life..."
King Ying trembled when he heard this. How could he not see this? But he couldn't stop Su Mo and could only watch silently from behind.
He slowly walked behind Princess Ying, opened his arms and held Princess Ying in his arms.
Princess Ying seemed to be unable to hold on any longer, tears rolled down her eyes.
"Mo'er's plan must be related to the Nine Heavens Tribulation. He originally planned to take us into hiding to avoid the Nine Heavens Tribulation..."
"But with his current layout, it's clear that something happened, forcing him to face the Nine Heavens Tribulation head-on."
King Ying remained silent, but his eyes gradually turned red.
Princess Ying continued to speak hoarsely with a cry, "Mo'er has always lived a miserable life, and the world is always forcing him to do so."
"He has never lived for himself. He has things in his heart, but he never wants to tell others."
"Tell me, what is he trying to do..."
King Ying faced his wife's cry, but he didn't know how to answer. Or...he doesn't know how to convince himself...
The night wind is chilly, blowing across the sky and the earth with a desolate feeling.
Princess Ying Xu suddenly fell into a deep sleep in the arms of Prince Ying after years of depression.
King Ying picked up Princess Ying and walked back to his house, then gently placed Princess Ying on the bed.
Looking at the distant night, King Ying fell into confusion...
Luo Yin silently looked at Su Mo who was sleeping. The long frost-white hair was spread messily on the pillow, which made Su Mo's face look pale.
Turning to look at the little girl in Su Mo's arms, Luo Yin slowly walked out of the room.
Looking up at the vast night, Luo Yin remembered for no reason the advice given by the remnant soul of the Confucian saint...
"I advise you to stay here..."
"Yuntian, Jiangyue and Haichen, together in white clothes, spend their whole lives together..."
Luo Yin turned around and looked at the silent hut.
"Are you really going to waste my life?"
As if thinking of the white-clad figure who struggled to climb up to the academy halfway up the mountain, a soft smile slowly appeared on Luo Yin's face.
"Master Xu..."
...
The cabin was cold, and the slightest cool breeze blew into the bed in the cabin, waking up Su Mo from his deep sleep.
Opening his eyes with difficulty, Su Mo looked at the little girl who had fallen into a deep sleep in his arms...
He wanted to raise his hand to touch the little girl's head, but he couldn't lift his hand despite all his strength.
The reincarnation mirror on the bedside gently circulated a trace of spiritual power, and Su Mo's hand was gently placed on the little girl's head...
The sleeping little girl seemed to feel the warm hand, and gently rubbed Su Mo's chest in her sleep.
The Samsara Mirror flew in front of Su Mo, and Su Mo whispered to the Samsara Mirror.
"Thanks."
The Samsara Mirror slowly pressed against Su Mo's cheek and rubbed Su Mo affectionately, with a sense of sadness.
Su Mo said softly: "After I die, you can help me protect this girl."
"No matter what, don't let her come looking for me..."
