Chapter 3106
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Watching the God of Destruction disappear, Jun Wu Xie's figure slowly landed on the ground. The Armour of Selvan faded away and turned back into an ear stud that fell into her palm.
Jun Wu Xie held the Face of Selvan, her palm unconsciously tightened until the earring pierced the flesh of her palm and she did not feel the slightest pain.
Seeing the golden light that shrouded the Sacred City dissipate, Jun Wu Xie's heart did not feel the slightest joy.
She had won, but she was not happy at all.
The God of Destruction was dead and the creatures of the Three Realms were finally free.
But …
What she had lost was a lover that she could never make up for in this lifetime.
"I won, we won." Jun Wu Xie opened her palm and looked at the blood-stained Face of Selvan. It was still so beautiful, even though it was stained with blood, it still could not hide its brilliance.
Warm tears quietly rolled down from Jun Wu Xie's eyes and fell on her palm. Blood and tears, mixed together, gave birth to an unconcealable bitterness and sadness.
"Now … can I cry?" Jun Wu Xie suppressed her whisper, tears fell silently, one by one, filled with endless despair.
She had won, but that person would never come back.
This was not the victory she wanted.
She was like a child, helplessly squatting on the ground, silently choking, unable to cry, unable to shout. The despair in her chest made her almost suffocate.
During the decisive battle, she could not be sad, could not be sad, she had to fight.
But when everything was over, her pain, her despair, who would fill it?
Even if she had defeated the God of Destruction, her heart still felt as if it had been forcibly dug out, the pain was heart-wrenching.
In the empty ruins, Fei Yan felt that the danger had dissipated. He had heard every word of the conversation between Jun Wu Xie and the God of Destruction. He had thought that everything was over, but …
Little Xie, where was she?
Fei Yan felt his way forward and finally, he met Jun Wu Xie.
The Jun Wu Xie who was squatting on the ground, silently choking.
"Little Xie …" Fei Yan was at a loss, his voice hoarse.
The pain of losing a lover, he had experienced it before. No one knew better than him, Jun Wu Xie's grief at this moment.
Fei Yan did not speak again, he squatted down and silently hugged Jun Wu Xie's trembling shoulders, using his own way to comfort his companion.
Han Zi Fei and Jun Gu rushed over and from afar, they saw the desolate figures of Fei Yan and Jun Wu Xie squatting on the ground.
Both of their hearts became heavy at this moment. Jun Wu Xie had won everything, but she had lost Jun Wu Yao.
This world had been freed, but she would be trapped in a nightmare forever, unable to be redeemed.
The two of them looked at each other without a word and could only walk in silence. Han Zi Fei put Hua Yao aside and squatted down to hold Jun Xie in her arms. Her heart ached so much that she almost fainted.
"Don't cry, Little Wu Xie … Wu Yao, he … he wouldn't want to see you like this." Han Zi Fei endured the pain in her heart and comforted her daughter who was in despair. She knew very well that no matter how much she said, it would be meaningless to Jun Wu Xie.
Jun Gu clenched his fists and did not know what to say. At this moment, any words would be useless.
Jun Gu clenched his fists and did not know what to say. At this moment, any words seemed so pale.
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