Chapter 1784: The Spirit Behind the Celestial Master (137)

To bear the imprisonment that does not belong to her.

Bai Weiwei looked indifferently, looking at the dark sky, in the east, there was faint light.

Dawn has come.

She felt that Yu Moqian's soul must be unstable after being hurt to such an extent.

But when Yu Moqian reacted, her tricks might not be enough.

Should he close or tie him up or continue.

Just as Bai Weiwei was about to complete her appearance, she went downstairs again along the iron ladder.

But Yu Moqian's gentle voice came from behind, "Weiwei, I will give you happiness."

Bai Weiwei: "?"

She didn't respond for a while, but Yu Moqian had already appeared behind her, his slender body pressed against her.

Bai Weiwei froze and turned around quickly.

But when he saw Yu Moqian looking down at her, he was a little cautious and reached out to touch her face.

It seemed that he was afraid that she would refuse, and his movements were unbelievably slow.

The light in his eyes was extremely blood red, a few strands of mist condensed, and tears slowly fell from the corners of his eyes.

Then he said in a low voice: "From now on, I won't pester you anymore."

After finishing speaking, he smiled, this smile was like the light from the sky, and even the redness in his eyes gradually faded away.

The black eyes reappeared in his eyes.

Under his messy black hair, his face was incredibly pale.

Doubt flashed in Bai Weiwei's eyes, but she heard the system shout, "The soul is unstable enough to disconnect."

She was distracted, but it was too late to stop Yu Moqian.

Yu Moqian's fingers came to the back of her neck, as if he was attached to her but did not dare to get too close.

He held her hair gently.

Lovingly affectionate.

In his other hand, a mahogany sword appeared, with red tassels, as bright red as blood flowing through it.

"Life after life, I will never pester you, I love you."

The mahogany sword pierced through his chest, and he pulled it out violently, the tip of the sword was covered with blood, splashing on Bai Weiwei's face.

The connection of the soul is completely broken.

It's not broken by the system.

The flames in its hands were too late to burn.

Yu Moqian resorted to suicide to completely cut off his soul.

The mahogany crushed the soul, he crushed his own soul.

It is impossible to bind Bai Weiwei's soul.

Bai Weiwei looked at him blankly, as if she didn't know what happened.

She said with a trembling voice, "Yu Moqian?"

Yu Moqian was covered in blood, and the mahogany sword fell to the ground. He stretched out his hands and gently touched her face, wiping the blood on her face with his fingertips.

He couldn't wipe it clean, so he lowered his head and kissed it.

His breath smelled of blood.

A strong breath of death rushed over.

His voice was hoarse and fragile, and he was wronged like a child. He was afraid that she would not believe him, so he could only keep emphasizing: "I... will not pester you in the future, I love you very much."

When she first appeared in his hundred years of dark and lonely life.

At that time, he might have already started to fall in love with her.

He wants her to be happy.

I want her to live in the sunshine forever and be happy.

He is haunted by malice and persistent in his obsession.

In order to get her by any means, he no longer deserves to appear in her life like this.

She is right.

He can't give her happiness, how can he pester her.

Yu Moqian's eyes began to darken, his body slid down slowly, and his fingers were unable to slide off her face.

Morning light appeared in the sky.

The sun appeared behind Bai Weiwei, and the halo warmed her face.

And she was in tears.

Yu Moqian seemed to still want to reach out his hand to wipe her tears.

But he couldn't lift it up anymore.