It is precisely because she can't get Bai Qinghou's person that she wants to find comfort and sustenance in him, a stand-in who is extremely similar to Bai Qinghou in terms of appearance and words and deeds?

He didn't want to know anymore because of it.

Now, although his heart has been dug out and presented in front of him, he no longer feels the slightest pain.

Perhaps, he was too tired and wanted to lie down and take a good rest.

For so many years, he has been carrying all the suspicions and infamy for that person, as long as that person's deeds are revealed, he will put all the blame on him, saying that it was the fire dragon Xie's doing, and it has nothing to do with him Bai Qinghou, and he still stood in front of everyone and punished him.

Because that person is the owner of the Golden Villa, how could the owner of the Golden Villa do those shady things?

Only a watchdog like him, a minion like him, would do such a third-rate thing, whether it is a robbery dart, a murderous night, or even picking flowers outside.

These innocuous charges were like heavy mountains, weighing him out of breath and on the verge of turning him into powder.

What Lan Yutang said just now was right, as a stand-in for Bai Qinghou, as a fire dragon Xie who was completely similar to Bai Qinghou in terms of appearance and demeanor to the owner of the Golden Throwing Villa, in the eyes of outsiders, he was indeed so beautiful, so proud, but only he was what was going on.

Now it's all over, all the nightmares are over, and he just wants to get a good night's sleep and never wake up again.

He didn't resent anyone, because all his hatred and coldness had been dissolved after this woman had broken into his life ten years earlier.

Although this woman now took out his heart with his own hands, he did not resent her, he really did not resent her at all.

A person like him who has done so many bad things must have a black heart, and it must be full of holes, like being smoked by poison and soaked in sewage.

That's why he tried hard to crawl in front of that woman, trying to see whether his heart was black or red.

But he couldn't see anything.

His vision was getting blurry and blurry......

Eventually, nothing was seen, and even the last faint light on the stone wall was slowly blocked out, leaving only boundless darkness......

He was finally dead.

Watching Huo Longxie slowly fall, the woman pretending to be Shang Tianxiang was also silent, and then, she also slowly closed her eyes as if she was very tired.

No screams, no breathing, not even faint moans.

Is it because after the devastation of Lan Yutang's immortal flute, she no longer knows what pain is, or she can't feel any pain anymore.

She leaned lightly on Huo Longxie's body, and the still beating heart of Huo Longxie in her hand fell on Huo Longxie's stabbed wound, making a dull sound, poof.

Then, her body slowly collapsed as well.

And the broken sword was right in his chest.

Although the red blood flowed out slowly from the broken sword, it was overwhelming, like petals flying in the sky, like a rose that bloomed alone in the moonlight.

It's a gorgeous rose, with a strong smell of blood.

She also died.

It turned out that when Huo Longxie climbed into her body, he used his last strength to pierce her chest with the half-cut sword that fell to the ground.

Although, when he was temporary, he would have that kind of expression on his face, because he knew that he would not only be liberated, but also embark on the road to the Yellow Springs with his beloved.

The fake sadness was like a withered petal, slowly falling, falling, and falling right on the huge body of the fire dragon xie.

However, when she was dying, although there was no painful expression on her face, the corners of her mouth seemed to be muttering something, and only an intermittent sound could be heard...... Still...... Sky...... Fragrant...... I...... Only...... Younger sister...... I ended up ...... I haven't fought you.

She is actually Shang Tianxiang's sister.

The corners of Lan Yutang's mouth trembled slightly, and he closed his eyes gently, as if he couldn't bear to watch these bloody scenes anymore, and then put the immortal jade flute to his mouth and muttered:

Why do people have to kill each other, why do people have to fight for your life, for what fame, what profit, what power, fight like mad dogs.

Even if it is a dog, he still knows how to repay his kindness, but as for people, people are all betrayal and shameless fights between people.

From this point of view, people are not even as good as dogs, whether it is the common people, the so-called heroes in the rivers and lakes, or the emperor Laozi, they are all the same.

Why are people destined to go through so much pain from birth, perhaps, death is the only relief, now, let my flute sound for you to exceed......

Speaking of which, the sound of the flute sounded again.

And at this moment, in the sound of these flutes, there are no conquests, no killings, not even disputes, everyone is living in peace.

Those who had hated each other and were hostile to each other suddenly got together to drink and talk happily, and the sects that had originally opposed each other came together to sing and dance.

There is a lot of peace and tranquility between people.

It was originally some quiet flute sounds, this was originally some quiet crowd, and everyone got along very calmly, like real friends.

Suddenly, however, the sound of the flute changed, and became agitated and frenzied, like dark clouds suddenly appearing in those previously clear skies.

At the moment when the sound of the flute suddenly changed, the crowd that had been quietly together suddenly screamed, full of moans, wails, and even curses.

They began to curse their enemies, their neighbors, and even their friends, their loved ones, with whatever they could get their hands on.

Because the colorful world that suddenly appeared in front of them aroused those ugly and vile desires that were hidden in their hearts.

They were originally a group of people who were not very restless, like those finches that were restless in the cold season, gathered in dense formations, and flew with their wings flailing, and the wind from the clouds blew them here, and blown there, rolled up, rolled down, and could not get a moment of rest, but could only fly and search endlessly.

It's a phoenix night medie.

Also a requiem.

However, Shang Tianxiang, who was already dying on the huge body of the fire dragon xie, suddenly became distorted and exaggerated when he heard these tunes.

It was an expression of hatred and resentment.

Because at this moment, under the effect of the sound of the flute, a strange picture suddenly appeared in her mind, which was originally a memory that she should have lost.

Childhood memories suddenly became clear.