"You've integrated the detached soul into her body?" Emperor Shifang asked, because of anger, bursts of coercion swept out, "Don't you know the consequences of this?" ”

The wind raged around the spiritual spring, as if life and death would be killed under such anger.

The vast and boundless power pressed the ink-clothed young man on the opposite side almost to disperse, and his body gradually became transparent, like a cloud like mist.

He struggled to raise his eyes, but because he couldn't bear the pressure, he had to kneel down on one knee, paused, and finally spoke: "I...... first purified the soul that was easy to leave, and then gave her the soul to leave. ”

"You purified the soul of the detachable?" The wind was slight, and the silver-haired boy stood in the middle of the whirlpool like a god, his expression cold at the shadow kneeling on one knee below, "Why are you doing this?" ”

As a soul body, he does not measure his own strength to purify the soul that is easy to leave, which is self-defeating.

The ink-clothed boy lowered his eyes and was silent for a long time.

Emperor Shi took a step forward, his voice so cold that it could almost freeze his soul.

"You should know that your father is still waiting for you to go back." So, between his father and Lu Jiuque, he chose the latter?

The eyelashes of the young man in ink trembled slightly, and he said after a while: "I can't wait...... I can't go back...... Because I'm dead...... I belong to my father, to the power, to the future, and I am dead......"

No, or rather, there is no future for people like him.

He supported a half-crippled body, a waste body, a burdensome body, and survived for so long.

Although the people around him flattered him and obeyed him, he knew that without the power behind him and his identity, he would be even more miserable than any ant in the world.

Sure enough, in the end, he died in that way, betrayed by his beloved, and died with no place to bury......

He regrets, he hates, in addition to fate, more to himself.

"Really?" Emperor Shifang asked lightly, and there were water droplets rolling down from his long hair, dripping into the spiritual spring.

Under the ripples of the circle, the girl's sleeping face is so quiet and beautiful, like an intoxicating dream.

If it's a dream, don't let him wake up.

He was afraid that the moment he woke up, he would be in the cold, under the blade, in the place of despair, and he was afraid that the moment he woke up, he would face his father's endless grief and hesitation and despair.

The young man in ink raised his eyes and said with difficulty: "Yes, now I belong to her alone, so I want to save her!" I think...... Use my strength to protect her! ”

Save her! Protect her! Even if he is still weak at the moment!

From the moment she collected his bones to prevent him from being displaced, he could not forget the temperature of her palm.

The heat, the tenderness, the compassion, seemed to be imprinted in his soul, dispelling the pain that almost suffocated him, making him believe that everything about him was not all dim......

At least, he met her.

A stranger who became the last warmth of his life......

He thought...... Since God let him continue to "live" in this way, he is selfish, he wants to help her, help her, and fulfill all her wishes.

Even if he hurts heaven and reason, kills people and sets fires, he is already a deceased person anyway, and he is not afraid.

He was already sorry for his father, saying goodbye to him in such a cruel way, and he didn't want to be sorry, this second person who treated him well!