After the peach blossoms bloom in spring, they will eventually wither, falling from the branches into the wind and dust, turning into mud and dust, thus never to be seen again.
Just like life, can not keep your youthful smile, beauty and charm.
We must part in the end.
When the mountain breeze blew, the lake rippled, the beautiful but haggard girl leaned on his chest, waiting for the final farewell. Just like the spring wind was gone, the peach blossoms were about to fade, just like that, they quietly withered.
She slightly turned her head, looking at the far away Li Ji who had fallen to the ground, her eyes seemed to have some complicated emotions, then she retracted her gaze, landing on Lu Chen. Her face became more and more pale, but her expression gradually calmed down, as if she had finally accepted the final outcome.
She even forced a laugh in a low voice. No one knew what she was laughing at. Was it Lu Chen, Li Ji, or herself?
"Hey!" Dingdang's voice was so soft that it was almost indistinct, she said to Lu Chen: "You, have you ever liked me?"
Lu Chen looked at Dingdang, thought for a moment, and said: "I should have."
Dingdang laughed, although in the middle she violently coughed twice, and said in a low voice: "Lying again! Why would the person who likes me say that I should or shouldn't? "
Lu Chen did not say anything, only quietly listening.
Dingdang sighed, weakly leaning on his chest, and then said: "I like that person, but it's a pity that I misjudged him."
Lu Chen said: "Don't talk anymore, rest for a while."
Dingdang ignored him, lightly panting for a while, then said: "Lu Chen, I'm about to die, can you promise me one thing?"
Lu Chen looked at her, and said: "Speak."
Dingdang laughed somewhat miserably, then turned her head to look at Li Ji, looking at the man with a face filled with fear, at this moment he was no longer as confident as before, but a trace of gentleness surfaced in her eyes, and then she said in a low voice: "I beg you to let him go."
Lu Chen stared at Dingdang, after a moment, he said: "He caused you to become like this, he looked down on you, he also …"
Dingdang shook her head and did not refute anything, only saying one sentence: "I still like him."
Lu Chen's voice came to an abrupt halt. He didn't say anything else and only silently looked at the woman in his arms. In the end, he softly said, "Is it worth it?"
Dingdang's hand that was grabbing onto his clothes slowly loosened, as if the last of her strength was gradually disappearing. However, she seemed to be much more relaxed, with a gentle smile on her face. It was as if she was at her most beautiful age, and her most gentle dream had finally come true — to have a person she loved to spend the rest of her life with, to be a celestial family, to be free and unfettered.
She said to Lu Chen with a smile. With the dazzling blood and soul-stirring beauty of despair between life and death, she said, "Who cares …"
Her head slowly drooped, but her gaze was still fixed on Lu Chen, and there was a hint of pleading in her gentleness. Lu Chen took a deep breath and said, "I know, I promise you."
Dingdang smiled, as if the last bit of her burden had been lifted. She no longer looked at the two men beside her, and her gaze turned towards the Dragon Lake, looking at the green mountains and clear waters, the lake and the mountains. A breeze blew, and her beautiful hair gently fluttered in the wind, giving off a strange sense of gentleness.
"What a beautiful lake." Dingdang said in a low voice, and then closed her eyes.
… …
On Tea Mountain, by the Dragon Lake.
Silence reigned.
After an unknown period of time, Lu Chen gently put down Dingdang's gradually turning cold body, and then stood up, walking towards Li Ji.
Li Ji pressed on the wound on his thigh, and somewhat fearfully retreated. He was originally a young master of a rich family, and had never suffered since he was young. Even when his family fell, he still lived a much better life than most mortals. As for entering the Thousand Autumns Sect to cultivate, because the time was too short, he did not truly experience the fighting and killing of cultivators.
He would kill in a frenzy, but he would also feel pain and fear under the blood.
"Don't, don't come over, don't forget, you promised Dingdang that you wouldn't kill me!" Li Ji shouted loudly.
As he shouted, Lu Chen walked in front of him, looked at him, and then without saying a word, suddenly struck the back of his neck.
Li Ji's shout came to an abrupt stop, and his eyes rolled back, his body fell forward, and in an instant, he fainted.
… …
When Li Ji woke up again, he discovered that the surrounding light had dimmed, and looking at the sky, it was already dusk.
There was still a burning pain coming from the back of his head, causing Li Ji to grit his teeth and groan in pain. When he sat up, he immediately discovered that the person he was most afraid of had not left.
Lu Chen was still standing by the Dragon Lake, but at this moment, his clothes, other than the blood that was originally stained with Dingdang's blood, there was also a lot of dirt and dust. In front of Lu Chen, on the land beside the Dragon Lake, there was already a newly built lone grave.
There was no tombstone, no pine, only a new layer of soil, quietly covering the woman who had already been eternally asleep. The grave faced the lake, facing the mountains and the water, like a woman placing her love in this picturesque landscape, smiling but not saying a word.
Lu Chen turned around, and walked in front of Li Ji with large steps. Li Ji immediately dodged, and for some reason, fear took control of his body. He clearly looked down on this person as a mere mortal, but at this moment, he did not have the heart to resist at all, and only shouted: "Don't kill me, don't kill me!"
Lu Chen grabbed the front of his clothes, and directly dragged him in front of the new grave, throwing him to the ground, and coldly said: "Kowtow three times."
"I'll kowtow! I'll kowtow! " Li Ji hurriedly replied, and at the same time secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Since he was allowed to kowtow, then for Dingdang's sake, he was spared his life.
He heavily kowtowed, 'dong dong dong' three times, kowtowing deeply, and no one could say anything wrong. Then he straightened his body and said: "Is this enough, let me go …"
Halfway through his sentence, a black light suddenly flashed past his eyes, and his voice was abruptly blocked in his throat. At that moment, Li Ji's heart suddenly contracted, he stared at Lu Chen in disbelief, and his entire body trembled.
It was as if the black sword that came from the deepest part of the darkness, was held in Lu Chen's hands, mercilessly and fiercely stabbing into his body.
Flesh and blood were cut, and blood splattered everywhere.
Li Ji loudly cried out, and rolled his body, wanting to escape to the side, but behind him, Lu Chen expressionlessly looked at him, a strange light flashed in his eyes, it was a black flame, like the flames of the Nine Nether Yellow Springs, eating souls as food, maliciously looking down on the world.
One hand grabbed his neck, and the other hand grabbed the black short sword, as if he was holding a pig, his face was filled with killing intent, and the sword fell, fiercely stabbing down again and again.
One sword! One sword! One sword!
One sword! One sword! One sword!
He was like an evil spirit reborn from hell, cruelly and mercilessly appearing in this world, with a trace of madness and terrifying darkness. In the midst of the black flames, he used the black short sword to continuously stab into Li Ji's body, until all of his blood and life was squeezed out and crushed.
Blood splattered in the air, dyeing Lu Chen's clothes red. The black flames burned wildly in the blood, like a crazy feast.
"You … promised … to let me … go …"
Li Ji, who had already become a bloody man, in the last moments of his life, desperately said these trembling words to Lu Chen.
At this moment, Lu Chen, who was covered in blood like a demon, tightly gripped the short sword and took a step back, looking straight into the eyes of this person who was about to die, his face as cold as ice, coldly watching as he painfully breathed his last.
Then, he slowly walked to the side of the new grave by the lake.
He sat down, looking at the lake and the mountain, as if speaking to himself, but also to the person in the grave, he said in a low voice, "Who cares …"
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