Chapter 1679 (1/2)

The figure who was looking for with the sword was petrified, standing in place.

Nangong Yu knew that it was the breath of the seed left in his Yuanshen.

The seed that has been inseparable from him since he was born seems to resonate with his soul. The seed he gave Xi Yue as a token of affection.

At this moment, there is a broken voice, leaving the breath of the world, a little dissipation, until the disappearance of nowhere.

The beating of the heart is a little bit slow, and the blood seems to be frozen.

He and Xi Yue used to mix blood. Xi Yue's blood in his body can inhibit the attack of cold poison and warm his cold body and mind.

But at this moment, he clearly felt that the silk was warm and disappeared.

Belongs to his hope, belongs to his happiness, in this silent cold night, is destroyed completely.

Nangong Yu stood in the same place, tears gushed out of his eyes and dried up slowly.

The wind at the bottom of the cliff is blowing his hair. His tattered clothes are shining red, as if he is laughing at his happiness like a mirror.

All of a sudden, Nangong Yu reached out and bit his wrist, devouring the blood gushing from the wrist artery.

Cold, fishy and sweet, sticky, there is no familiar, like the fragrance of flowers, like the warmth of the sun.

”Xi'er Xi'er...... ” The low voice, with the broken cry, rings again and again in the valley, so painful, so sad, so regretful and desperate.

It was he who did not protect Xi Yue, who gave Nangong old lady a chance to take advantage of, who was unable to put Xi Yue in danger, who was too weak to watch the tragedy happen in front of her, but could do nothing about it.