Immortals, don't watch dramas

Chapter 634
The only obstructers have removed their protective shields, what else can stop the flow of Jiangdong?

He could finally touch the man.It was an obsession that he had been thinking about for many years.

In the past long years, he has thought about the meaning of his persistence more than once.Bearing a family feud and hiding the hatred of betrayal in his heart is indeed enough to drive a person to take revenge.

But after so many years, sending off generation after generation, and taking thousands of years as a cycle, pure hatred seems to be thin and not so strong.At least it wasn't enough for him to avoid all the hardships and lurking for so many years, just to avenge one.

He needs a stronger emotion to drive him through the long night, so that he can continue to hate and not be worn away by time.

What is more powerful than hate?Nature is love.

So the emotion that was pressed deep in his heart and locked in the taboo in his heart was released and became the driving force for him to support.

The bad fate forged before they were born, the sincere friendship when they were young, the choice between life and death, and the regrettable farewell, are enough for them to remember and regret for a lifetime.

Maybe it wasn't love at first, but it took him a long time to realize that it was love.The regret that he couldn't get stuck in his heart. In the fermentation of years and paranoia, his emotions were also distorted, and it became a paranoid and turbulent love.

Love and hate, want to live and want to die... This is a portrayal of Jiang Dongliu's long life in the past.Maybe he was already tired of living, no matter whether he could resurrect Ziyun or not, the rest is probably the ending he arranged for himself.

After all, his revenge has been avenged, and he can rest assured to see his parents down there.The only pity is... I still couldn't see her in the end.

Therefore, the resurrection was unsuccessful at that time, and Jiang Dongliu was psychologically prepared.At that time, how could Ziyun be resurrected so easily after his body was dead and his soul was scattered. This is already the category of God.He was just fulfilling a dream that he was obsessed with being crazy, but now he is waking up.

He should wake up too.He should also accompany him in person, she may have been waiting below for a long time.

At that time, everyone saw his emotional excitement, but no one knew that his heart was relieved.

Who knew that what Hong Ji wanted was nothing but Ziyun's "corpse".How could he bear it?He could never give in.

Weakness is a sin.He never knew.

Years ago, he was weak and couldn't save Ziyun, and after many years he thought he was strong, and he couldn't keep his lover's body.

It turns out that after so many years, he is still such a weak and involuntary guy.

He's about to cheer up, and he's still so close.Ziyun was right in front of him, and he thought that at least he had to get closer, and then get closer.

is her.

She woke up.With bloody eyes, he knew it was the girl, this familiar aura... He hadn't felt it for many years.For a long time, he doubted whether the owner of the breath really disappeared.

But now, he is here, feeling the breath of the other party again.He struggled to hold up his heavy eyelids, wanting to look at the clean soul through the blurred blood, which was what he had been obsessed with all his life.

Before he fell into purgatory, he could still see that person, and he had no regrets.

Jiang Dongliu trembled as he braced and broke his spine, struggling to see the other's face.

When he met those bright eyes, he trembled all over, his brain and heart were shaking, his mind was blank, his throat was choked, and he wanted to howl, but he found that he couldn't say anything.

Only now did he realize that he still had tears.

He wanted to cry but couldn't.

She...was awake.

He's... dying.

The scene from many years ago has been reversed and repeated.

The mask disappeared at some point.But that doesn't matter anymore.

Jiang Dongliu's eyes widened, and he moved to the girl's side little by little, leaving a long bloodstain, and dragged his wounded body to the target stubbornly.

Ning Xia, who was lying on the small black box watching, held her breath tightly, watched the other party move very slowly, watched him get closer to the place where the girl was lying, and there was some unspeakable expectation in the bottom of her heart.

For her, she still wanted to see this ending.After many years of being a demon, there is always a decent ending.

But why did Mrs. Hongji promise it again?Ningxia glanced at the silent red-clothed woman suspiciously, but didn't see any emotion on the other's face.

In such a scene, the flow of time seems very slow, and Ningxia has a feeling of living like a year.Such a short distance, when Jiang Dongliu moved, it seemed that a long time had passed.

Getting closer and closer, Jiang Dong's bloody head hangs weakly on the ground, his eyes are still staring at the girl who is close at hand, arm's length away.

He knew that he had run out of oil and the lamp had dried up. If he went further, Xu would have to burst his breath against the flow of his body and die. Like many of the cultivators of Floating Cloud Island who were killed by his calculations, a similar way of dying could also be regarded as karma.

If he wanted to look at her a few more times, he couldn't move anymore.That's it, but I really want to get a little closer...

Jiang Dongliu raised his arm, his muscles were tense but stable, his blood-stained fingertips stretched out to Ziyun's soft white cheeks, wanting to touch her eyes.He was in a daze, he seemed to be looking deeply, and he didn't seem to see anything, only those eyes were in his eyes.

Ziyun couldn't move, she couldn't even move a finger. Ever since she woke up, she has been staring blankly at this strange world, at this strange yet familiar person.

The current image of Jiang Dongliu can be called embarrassed and terrifying, and the blood is so thick that it is impossible to see the original appearance of Qingjun. Anyone who sees such a person climbing over may be timid.

However, seeing Jiang Dongliu's bloody fingertips sticking out, she did not avoid it and watched with wide eyes.

The bright red blood adhered to the soft white face, and the corners of the eyes were bright red, as if painted with a gorgeous totem, which was extremely seductive.

He rubbed his lips, the bridge of his nose to... his eyes, cautiously with reverence, his face flashed with morbid satisfaction, dyeing that clean face red.Contentment is like carves your mark on your lover.

I finally won.

With all his strength, he got up for the last time and propped himself on top of the girl, eyes to eyes, bright red facing each other.

... The man fell slumped and landed on the girl.

Whether you like it or not, we are still dead together after all.I love you.

In the ethereal, at the moment when the soul is drawn, he hears——

"I hate you……"

The breathless words drifted into his ears, stirring up a storm in the last moments of his life.

"...Love you." This was the last sentence he heard when his soul dissipated, turning back and forth in his spirit.What pain, resentment, waves... Really vanished, nothing left, including life.

All the love and hate...that's the end of it.

This is our end.Actually, it's not bad.

(End of this chapter)