Chapter 306 Cutting the Heart (Part 2)

She was reluctant to withdraw, so it was only after the great priest clearly told her that she had become vicious that he locked her up in the courtyard.

But in the year since she left the Yi family, the coldness in her body was washed away by the man's warm heart, and she was like a person in the world.

Everything that followed was born from this.

Now, the woman collapsed in front of this sentence. After enduring torture for thirty years, her fragility even exceeded the girl's imagination.

"I have no way," she cried, "I can only accompany him more, let his paintings stand higher, and let him meet more friends. I have no way."

"He doesn't care about those, he only cares about you." Li Piaoqing looked straight into her eyes and whispered, "Why don't you leave with him?"

The woman froze in place.

Li Piaoqing pierced the vicious heart.

Something broke with a "pop".

Yi Danjun's mind was indeed broken and fragile. She had almost no defense and vigilance. Li Piaoqing easily stabbed the sword into her heart.

Yi Danjun could not accept the torture she had inflicted on the man. Under the intense shame, she would definitely change her choice after her mind had already collapsed.

Li Piaoqing also thought of the reason for her "kissing" - her younger brother was full of spiritual energy and was willing to help her; her younger sister was still immature, and she should take her away from all this.

Report to the government, report to the Immortal Platform, you have always felt that believing in the Immortal King is natural, and you have been indifferent to the world under the influence of the Dragon Clan since childhood, but now the man has let you walk into this fresh life.

But she did not receive a reply, and the woman in front of her was silent for a long time.

The man on the side was still staring at the painting with his head down, and the building suddenly fell into absolute silence.

"But." The woman trembled hoarsely, raised her head, and her face was full of clear tears, ".I can't do it."

Li Piaoqing was stunned.

She suddenly realized that she seemed to have missed something.

The feeling of being stared at made her hair stand on end. The girl raised her head suddenly and saw a man sitting in the darkness on the top floor of the small building. His face was not clear, but his heavy and pressing gaze had filled every corner of the ground.

He held a long spear in his hand motionlessly, and the shadow of the spear looked like a ferocious dancing snake under the swaying candlelight.

He sat there like an insurmountable mountain.

That was Yi Duanzhi.

Yes, they had been lucky not to meet him, but how could such an important dragon family not have a strong man in charge?

In the past fifty years, he has been coldly in charge of the laws of the entire Yi family.

In the woman's mind, this was an invincible iron wall that prevented her from resisting.

Li Piaoqing pressed down the Shicui Sword, but the next moment, there was nothing upstairs. This shadow was fleeting, and it seemed that it only appeared like an iron law when the woman hesitated and wavered.

Yes, under such a gaze, Yi Danjun could not do anything to betray the Dragonborn.

But. Li Piaoqing's mind turned rapidly, and what she needed to change her heart was not "success", but "choice".

So she looked at the woman again and whispered: "Even if it doesn't work, at least you stand on his side, instead of letting him die in the pain of being betrayed by his lover."

"But." Yi Danjun hugged his knees tightly, shook his head vigorously, and cried, "He is dead."

Li Piaoqing was completely stunned this time.

A chill rose from the bottom of her heart, and she slowly tilted her head and looked at the table.

Spring night, small building, stars and warm moon, first flowers and insects.

In such a beautiful center, the man picked up the pen to paint, which was the softest place in Yi Danjun's heart.

For the first time, Li Piaoqing moved his eyes to the content of the painting.

Xifang Tian had been lowering his head to depict it, and now he had just painted the upper right part.

It was not the mountain scenery he preferred, nor the soft appearance of the woman, nor even any subject he had ever painted in his life - he had only done this painting once.

——A graceful dragon shadow slanted down from the sky, with its head, claws and tail not appearing in the painting. It was covered with smooth and dense scales, round and slender, with two extremely thin and long dark blue lines irregularly climbing on it, like a cut wound.

Xifang Tian raised his head towards her stiffly, with a pair of golden vertical pupils that were cold and strange.

The feeling of suffocation deeply gripped Li Piaoqing's heart and lungs.

In the deepest part of the woman's mind, the will of the immortal king had already invaded.

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Pei Ye gritted his teeth and climbed back to the high platform. Liuli had escaped from the shackles of those long tentacles.

Even in this tragic scene with blood and scales scattered, its sword body was still bright and beautiful like a fairy. It pointed the tip of the sword at the Son of God again, accumulating and gradually thickening the cloud white true energy hanging on the sword body, like two streamers of immortals.

The next blow was about to penetrate.

But a bloody hand first grasped its hilt and took it down from the air.

Feeling the boy's will, the white clouds of true energy slowly dissipated.

Pei Ye carried Liuli and came to the Son of God step by step. This strange creature was still staring at the girl in green in front of him. Both faces were equally quiet and cold.

Pei Ye slowly raised his arm and placed the sword in front of him.

He looked through the clear blade of Liuli and stared at the bright golden eyes opposite.

"Cut, heart." He said in a low voice.

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In the cold silence, Li Piaoqing's hands were already trembling.

This abrupt scene caught her off guard. The girl tried to calm down, recalling the "Heart Candle" she had just learned, and thinking about the reason for this scene.

Since Yi Danjun's original heart was there, her heart poison would never disappear for no reason. In other words, if the will of the Immortal Lord had really wiped out her heart poison, then this painful Yi Danjun should no longer exist.

Then why did the girl's lover, with white face and snake eyes, pick up the pen here on this mild spring night——

Li Piaoqing suddenly woke up.

She remembered.

Because this story did not end after Yi Danjun chose to leave him.

In the winter of the year of Chilong Renzi, the wind blew snow flakes on Xincang Mountain, the frost branches were cold and dry, and all things were dormant, only the rushing cold stream still made a jumping sound.

At this time, Xifang Tian gritted his teeth, red eyes, and disheveled hair, and trekked into the Xincang Mountains step by step, day by day. When he arrived at this place, his pair of painting hands holding the pen had been frozen to reveal the white bone color.

It was here that this thoroughly mortal finally saw his beloved who tended the immortal herbs for the gods.

But he went crazy at a glance.

It was not because of the woman's appearance, she had told him that she would become a monster; nor was it because of the strangeness of the Purple Bamboo Realm, because he did not enter, but she endured everything and came to the edge of the Purple Bamboo Realm to meet him.