"Why? why did you die?" The shadow of the stone pillar enveloped Xia qingchen's back view.
No one could see the emotions in his lowered head.
Was it self-blame, pain, or sadness?
"You know me?" The female corpse asked.
Xia qingchen slowly turned around, his eyes like the sun and moon. "What else do you remember?"
"I only remember my name, and my master told me to wait for him to return," the female corpse replied.
Unfortunately, she would never be able to wait for the ninth generation evil god to return.
That was because it had already fallen, and its body had been dismembered and suppressed everywhere.
Xia qingchen's expression was desolate. He went up and gently stroked her head, his eyes filled with pity. it's better to forget. Memories might not make one happy.
How could he forget about wuyin Zhongyu?
The yin wushang God who had fearlessly confessed her love to him.
