The broken sword clenched in his hand, and with a slight swing, the blade cut a wound on his wrist, bringing out a stream of bright red blood, which turned into a rain of blood under his control and poured on the roses that were about to bloom, shining brightly.

Flowers, blooming, delicate.

He smiled, as if he had seen the pure smile he had seen when he first brought her the ice lotus on the peak.

The blade sliced through the second opening, and blood was spilling.

Flowers, blooming, noble and gorgeous.

He was smiling, the smile he had on his face when he saw the purple coral that had brought her to the bottom of the sea.

The blade sliced through the third opening, and blood was spilling.

Flowers, blooming, gorgeous.

He was smiling, and he saw the happy smile that he had seen when he brought her a meteor that had fallen into the sky.

The fourth opening was cut, and the roses were drenched in blood.

Flowers, blooming, bright and dazzling.

He cried, and he saw her heartbroken hatred.

The fifth cut was cut, and he was pale and shaky.

Flowers, blooming, magnificent and colorful.

He was silent, he thought of the bleakness and misery of purgatory, the loneliness and fear.

The sixth opening was cut, and he was drenched in cold sweat and pale.

Flowers, blooming, proud.

He was calm, he thought of the sorrow and tenderness in purgatory, and he thought of death.

The bleeding stopped.

The flowers bloomed, but he felt that they were not beautiful enough, pure enough, and not the most beautiful flowers in the world.

A mouthful of golden blood spurted out of his mouth, turning into a cloud of golden blood mist and sprinkling the flower body.

Flowers, blooming.

The scorching roses are dazzling and dazzling, and the rose petals are crowded one after another, layered like red agate, crowning the group.

"Poof!"

He fell from mid-air, and the dissipation of his own life made his whole person become dead and silent, and his dry fingers slid over the flowers like the stumps of an old tree.

The tangy fragrance is intoxicating. He was smiling, smiling like a flower.

Yiyun and Ye Qingmei were shocked, just for these roses, this monster watered with his own blood, and he was willing to water his own hard work, for what?

"Why?" Yiyun was in a heavy mood, and couldn't help but hold Ye Qingmei's small hand tightly, and opened his mouth with a puzzled face.

"Hehe, you don't understand. His voice was hoarse and low, but the pupils of his tired face were shining.

Look at the roses in full bloom. He was smiling so happily.

"The flowers are blooming, and so are you. He looked up and whispered, his eyes bursting with a burning anticipation.

Yiyun looked up, not knowing what he meant, and just when he wanted to ask, in the middle of the rose garden, in the middle of the monster, not far in front of the monster, a white shadow slowly appeared.

The woman was dressed in a white palace dress and slowly fell among the flowers. Complemented by blood-red roses.

Her beauty is incomprehensible, just like a fairy who has fallen into the dust of the nine heavens, pure and holy.

Yiyun looked demented and looked at the woman with intoxicated eyes. There was a surging heat in my heart, and I wanted to get closer to her.

"It hurts, let go. Yiyun came back to his senses and screamed in pain, only to feel that the soft flesh on his waist was twisted by a pair of small hands, and it was turned three hundred and sixty degrees.

"Hmph. The eyeballs have fallen off, right?" Ye Qingmei's little face tightened, "Men really don't have a good thing, they want to stick it up when they see a beautiful woman." Isn't Miss Ben beautiful?"

Yiyun looked at Ye Damei, who was jealous, and hurriedly confessed and begged for mercy.

"You're here, the flowers are all blooming. The monster's voice was soft and soft, and his eyes were full of tenderness and sweetness.

She's still so beautiful, and she's still so lovely.

With a wave of his hand, he picked a bouquet of roses in the most beautiful bloom and walked towards her.

The breeze blew softly, blowing ripples in his heart.

"I don't know if it's the most beautiful flower in the world, but it's the most beautiful flower in my world, for you!" his hands were trembling, but the apprehension in his heart was so obvious, he was nervous, and he was waiting.

She didn't speak, just looked at him quietly.

One moment, two moments

The light of hope in his eyes slowly dimmed, getting darker and darker, and if the light of hope disappeared completely, then his world would collapse.

He was cold, and he knew she wouldn't forgive him.

The light in her eyes faded, and just as the lonely darkness was about to swallow him, she spoke, her voice ethereal and pleasant.

"Do you really love me?"

"Yes, love, love. He nodded vigorously and replied loudly, his tired face full of excitement and joy.

"I don't believe unless you die in front of me. Her voice was calm, and she couldn't hear a ripple.

"Boom!"

Her words were like a thunderbolt from the sky, hitting him hard in the heart, and the tide of darkness instantly enveloped him, and she still refused to forgive me.

He laughed, so heartbreakingly.

That year, I traded two lives for your happy smile.

That year, I traded two lives for your open heart.

That year, I exchanged five lives for your happy moment, but with one sentence, your heart was broken to blood, and I couldn't bear to bury this qiē in the bottom of my heart.

This year, I love you with the rest of my life, even if it's just for a moment.

I use my life to prove it.

He raised his right hand and transformed into a claw, the sharp, sharp claw against the heart of his chest, and looked at her with fascination, perhaps this was the last time.

"Stop!" Yiyun shouted violently, glaring at the fairy-like woman, "Is it worth it for her?"

He was slightly stunned, and with a slight push of his right hand, the sharp claws inserted into his atrium, and a bloody heart was pulled out.

He held his beating heart, his calm eyes fixed on her, and the corners of his mouth curved in a gentle arc.

This time, I want to give you the whole world.

This time, it doesn't matter if you're bruised all over your body.

This time, all bravery was exhausted.

This time, it's okay to care about nothing.

But only this time is enough.

Because my life can no longer bear such a heavy love.

Love is beautiful, and lovers are used to feel distressed and cherished with life.

I am willing to abandon my self-esteem and arrogance for you, no matter whether it is worth it or not, no matter how humble my love is.

"There is nothing worth it in this world, only willing or unwilling. I love you, so I do. If there is an afterlife, I would also say that I have no regrets about my choice. His eyes were calm, and the gaze that stared at the woman was infinitely tender.

His heart was shattered, and he fell into the roses, like relief, like nostalgia, but more of infinite love

"Why did you lie to me?" the woman seemed stunned and muttered to herself.

Yiyun was shocked by the monster's words, there is nothing worth it in this world, only willing or unwilling. Just because I love her, I am willing to prove it with my life.

She thought he had a lot of lives, and said guiltily: "You have nine lives, and you will come back, even though you only had eight lives at that time, we can love each other well." (To be continued......)