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The tall building had long since been set up. In a spacious area, the warm summer wind caused the bright red ribbons to float high in the air, even causing Su Nuo and Xiling's bright red wedding dresses to flutter freely.

Outside of the city gates, the sounds of warriors fighting for their lives could already be heard. The loud and clear sound of the horn was like a accompaniment, drawing the highest curtain to the banquet.

On the other side. Bei Chen Han immediately saw Su Nuo approaching and his slender body froze. He stared at Su Nuo with greed in his eyes, as though even at such a distance, he could still swallow Su Nuo up at such a high price.

Xi Ling turned his head, and his beautiful eyes looked up, revealing an extremely provocative gaze towards Bei Chen Han.

The ceremony had already begun. Su Nuo and Xi Ling stood together, the wind blew their clothes together.

"I bow to the great hall." The loud voice came, but before it could finish, a sharp dagger had cut off its throat and it fell down with its eyes wide open.

Bei Chen Han had already flown over and landed firmly on the ground. His gaze was still fixed on Su Nuo, "Xiao'er, let's go home." Her tone was gentle, as if she was coaxing a child.

As if out of instinct, Su Nola tightened her grip on Xi Ling's hand and glared viciously at Bei Chen Han. Xi Ling laughed: "Beichen han, your temper is too hasty, but you probably won't be able to drink this wedding wine." Xi Ling's words were light and unhurried, completely unlike a man who was about to lose his country.

"Is she an idiot?" Xi Ling turned his head and naturally asked. Su Nuo nodded her head in agreement.

It was just that this scene, like everything that had been suppressed for a very long time, was like a fuse that had finally erupted. Bei Chen Han suddenly stepped forward, wanting to capture Xi Ling, but Xi Ling dodged him. Bei Chen Han's eyes were as ferocious as a beast's: "Xi Ling, who do you think you are, daring to fight with me over Na'er."

Xi Ling laughed and played with Su Nuo's hands, "I'm sorry, Bei Chen Han, I, Xi Ling, have never been a person. Unless you step on my corpse, don't even think about making a move on me."

"Alright, today I will walk over your corpse." Bei Chenghan's killing intent burst out in an instant. It was extremely dense. He drew his sword and went straight for the Western Tomb.

Xi Ling turned around and placed Su Nao in a corner. He quickly kissed Su Nuo on the lips and said, "Wait for me to come back. We will get married." With that, he jumped up and started fighting with Beichen.

The fight between the two was exceptionally intense. The two sharp swords had already begun to crack from the intense friction.

Su Nuo felt her heart beating rapidly. It seemed as if something was going to burst out from there. But when she saw Xi Ling's bright red clothes, she suddenly thought of something. She had already planned to die together with her family's mausoleum. Thinking up to here, Su Nuo actually smiled, but even she didn't know how twisted that smile was.

The world seemed to have changed color. Only the two people in front of him were fighting intensely. Besides the sounds of swords, there were also sounds of swords clashing.

Suddenly, Xi Ling and the sword in Bei Chen Han's hands stabbed at the same time. Bei Chen Han slightly twisted his body to dodge, but Xi Ling suddenly smiled. His body did not dodge at all, and he just stood there, allowing the sharp sword to pierce through his heart. As his body fell onto Bei Chen Han's body, Xi Ling whispered into his ear: "Bei Chen Han, you lost. Thank you so much for making this idiot woman truly love me."

Bei Chen Han instinctively looked at Su Nuo, but he saw despair in Su Nuo's eyes. No, it was something more sorrowful than despair.

The thing that had been pressing down deeply all this time suddenly exploded. The world became blank, nothing remained.

Only the sharp sword pierced the man's chest time and time again. Bright red blood flowed unceasingly from the wound, converging behind him to form a pool of blood. Afterwards, the man fell down with a smile. Su Nuo lowered her head and saw the sword stained with blood held in her hand. Then she saw herself holding the sword, and similarly, stabbing at her chest without mercy.

The moment the sharp blade tore her body apart, she finally saw the face on the ground smiling at her – Duke Bei Zhen!

The bright red wedding robe followed his slender body and fell to the ground. Su Nuo's gaze slowly aimed at him, then aimed at him again. Oh, so it was Xi Ling who fell, not a noble.

It was that very willful and proud man — Xiling had fallen.

Su Nuo looked at her clothes again. No matter what, they were all bright red. How could she forget that today was her wedding day, her wedding day with Xi Ling.

How could she forget?

Tears fell down without any feeling. One drop, two places, and then it was gone.

Su Nuo walked over, squatted down, and gently carried Xi Ling from the ground. Xi Ling covered his chest with one hand. Bright red blood continued to flow out from his heart, the same color as his bright red wedding robe. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't tell the difference.

Xi Ling raised his hand and caressed Su Nuo's face. Su Nuo's lips were dyed red with blood. "Idiot girl, you're so beautiful."

Su Nuo laughed. "I'm not as beautiful as you."

Xi Ling looked at Su Nuo carefully, greedily and nostalgically: "Idiot woman, you are a swindler, tricking my feelings, making me suffer." Xi Ling was like a child, but his face was growing increasingly pale.

Su Nuo shook her head. "No, I'm not lying to you. I really want to marry you. I'm really in love with you."

Bei Chen Han's eyes widened, as though he had lost his soul.

Xi Ling laughed to the point that it could topple empires. "I should. I'm so good, how can you, an idiot girl, not fall in love with me?" Su Nuo smiled, as before, indulging and indulging the West Tomb's willfulness.

Xi Ling grabbed onto Su Nuo's hand tightly. He wanted to say something, but blood was flowing crazily from his chest due to the cough.

Su Nuo's face was pale, but she didn't show any fear or panic. She only coaxed, "Don't worry, don't worry, I said that I will accompany you. So, no matter what you say, we can talk slowly on the way."

Xi Ling finally stopped coughing with great difficulty, but his smile was very alluring: "No rush, the Duke of Bei Chen is still waiting for you. After you, an idiot woman, bid farewell to him, then came to find me, I will always be waiting for you in Wu Chuan. If you don't come, I won't leave."

Su Nuo was still smiling as she gently caressed Xi Ling's face. "Alright, it's a deal. If I don't come, you're not allowed to leave."

"Alright." Xi Ling laughed. His consciousness had already sunk into the double image as he slowly closed his eyes. Su Nuo quietly hugged him. She didn't cry or make a ruckus, but only calmly hugged him.

Suddenly, just as Xi Ling was about to close her eyes, she instantly opened them. That gaze was directed straight at Bei Chenghan. Bei Chenghan locked eyes with him. However, that look was too heavy and complicated.

It was only many years later, at the moment of Bei Chen Han's death, that he finally understood why Xi Ling was looking at him like that.

Was it regret? Bei Chen Han could not tell, he just thought, if only there had never been a Bei Chen Han in this world!

The wind suddenly stopped, and even the sounds of the battle beneath Lian Cheng's building faded away.

The black-cloaked person appeared in front of Su Nuo and knelt on the ground. "Miss Su, Master said that he wanted this subordinate to cremate his corpse."

Su Nuo replied softly.

The black robed man was somewhat afraid of the fairy Su Nuo's appearance. He hesitated for a moment before saying, "Master doesn't want you to see it."

"Alright." Su Nuo looked tenderly at Xi Ling, her eyes still indulging herself. Then, she lightly kissed Xi Ling's lips before handing Xi Ling to the black robed man. The black robed man hesitantly took over Xi Ling and left.

As Su Nuo watched them leave, her eyes were calm. She didn't even have the slightest hint of sadness in them. Then he lifted his foot to leave. Bei Chen Han suddenly came back to his senses, panicking as he pulled at Su Nuo, "Xiao'er, Xiao'er, where are you going?"

Su Nuo didn't turn around, not even looking at him.

Bei Chen Han's eyes were filled with fear, no matter who saw it, they would not believe it. Bei Chen Han hugged Su Nuo tightly in his embrace, "Xiao'er, don't leave. Xiao'er, Xi Ling did it on purpose. He could have easily dodged it. He did it on purpose, and purposely let me kill him." Beichen's words were incoherent.

Su Nuo just let him finish his words, then without any emotion, she took Bei Chen Han's hand off her body and turned around: "Bei Chen Han, we are finished."

"No, Noriko, we're not finished, we won't, really, Noriko, I'll be nice to you later, really, really." Bei Chen Han panicked and wanted to pull Su Nuo, but Su Nuo just asked him to move expressionlessly, without any fluctuations.

Bei Chen Han did his best to make Su Nuo see him, to let her know that this time he was serious, very serious. However, Bei Chen Han realized that he was not in her eyes at all.

He was standing right in front of her, but she couldn't see him at all. He was like dust, and in her eyes, there was no sense of existence at all. Not to mention hate, he wasn't even a stranger.

Bei Chen Han let go of him in defeat. Su Nuo left without looking back, not even sparing him a glance.

Bei Chen Han suddenly knelt down on the ground behind Su Nuo, tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. So it turned out that he loved his Na'er, and loved his Na'er.

Bei Chen laughed coldly. How laughable, he treated his Na'er in such a manner, and after doing all that he could to push her away, he actually discovered that all of this was due to his ludicrous desire to monopolize her.

How laughable.

It turned out that when everyone could see his emotions clearly, he was the only one who could not.

The tears were still flowing down his face. Bei Chen Han used his hands to cover his facial expression, which was even more sorrowful than crying.