Chapter 649
Can You Call a Scholar A Villain? Chapter 649
His own strength has not recovered yet, and his trump cards have been exhausted, and even the previous "burial ancient coffin" connection has been disconnected.
Besides a crippled body, he can still fight now, but he has no fighting strength at all.
"Boom!"
The previous sea water and thunder turned into dark clouds at this moment, and it started to rain at this moment.
And watching the rain, Murong Lin felt even more.
He stopped.
rays of light slowly lit up on his body.
Wan Wanqiu's body was instantly soaked by the rain, her hair fell on her forehead, and her pale face was no longer bloody.
And after hearing Su Fu's comfort, she was obviously relieved.
But she also knew that, with her own as a drag, Su Fu not only needed to consume the same power as static time and space to maintain her life, but also needed to take herself away like this.
The chances are too small.
"I said..."
Her voice also began to tremble. I don't know if it was because of the cold rain or because of lack of strength.
"Well, I'm listening."
Su Fu slowly leaned his face towards Wan Wanqiu's forehead, feeling the coldness all over her body.
He couldn't lose anyone else.
He has lost so much.
Perhaps from the very beginning he shouldn't have been tainted with this much cause and effect.
If he doesn't know Meng Meng, Leng Ziluo, or Wan Wanqiu, he can still be a perfect avenger, an existence whose heart is colder than the world.
Unfortunately not.
He has a heart, and his heart is a little bit warmer than the world.
Then he was destined to be stabbed by the cold of the world.
Wan Wanqiu opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but closed his mouth and laughed.
Even if the beauty is injured, her smile is still so beautiful.
Su Fu only felt that the girl in his arms seemed to be laughing all the time, and it was as crisp and sweet as the wind chimes by the window.
"I said, your white hair is too ugly, take the time...and dye it back to black."
Wan Wanqiu suddenly made such a joke.
But Su Fu laughed and does not raise.
Because he really felt it, the lark in his arms lost its vitality, and the wind chime was cut off.
Wan Wanqiu chose to commit suicide instead of dragging down the funeral in front of him.
She knew that Su Fu might not be able to escape even without herself, but what if?
What if Su Fu was able to escape without him?
She didn't express her heart until she died, the heart that everyone can see.
Su Fu's hand was still tightly hugging Wan Wanqiu in his arms. The body temperature of the two of them dropped continuously, and it was colder than the world.
He really has nothing this time.
The hatred, resentment, unwillingness, and anger in his heart are slowly extinguishing.
There is no greater sorrow than death.
===Chapter Three Hundred and Thirty-Five: Su's Burial of Death ===
I don't know how long it has been, it may be just a moment.
Su Fu felt that a group of rays of light appeared in front of him, shrouding him.
That group of rays of light seems to emanate from between Heaven and Earth, and seems to have its own light source.
He felt that the rain between Heaven and Earth didn't seem so coldcold.
So he slowly lifted the head and saw -Murong Lin who was shrouded in rays of light in front of him.
For a moment he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.
This group of rays of light is so warm, how could this kind of person send it out?