Chapter 945

Pressing his cloak tightly, Helanbo clenched his teeth and looked at the blade in front of him. He took one step at a time, stepping on the blade with one foot. Under the shoes he was wearing, fresh blood was flowing, and when he fell, those sharp blades would pierce the back of his feet, carrying bright red blood, which was scattered on the ground, and converged into a small river, which merged into the statue in front of him. .

What kind of pain has he not endured?

Sect Master Baili is dead, and he will not live well either.

Compared with Feng Qingge, what is his pain? Qingge, are you in more pain than I am now?

"Qingge..." The corner of his mouth had already been bitten, the blade that pierced into the instep was bloody, and his feet had long been shattered. He frowned and walked down the path step by step, tightly closed The gate of the palace opened, and the hot breath rushed towards his face, and a huge ball of flame floated in front of his eyes.

It turns out that when you open the door here, what you see is really hell on earth. A burning sea of ​​fire, a small house, how can it be controlled?

With a sneer, Helanbo slowly walked forward, and when the foot fell, there was already a blood-red footprint on the bluestone slab.

As soon as he entered the palace, the door behind him was already closed. He slightly raised his head and counted the floors above. There were eighteen floors in total. His sin was the heaviest. The eighteenth floor of hell, he was finally able to experience it.

Inside the flame, the stairs to the second floor are right in front of you, as long as you pass through the flame, you can reach it. These flames are all real, not illusions. If they were to be replaced by others, they would all think about how to pass through them at the fastest speed, but Helanbo thought that it would be better if he died in the flames.

At least, atonement.

Holding his fingers tightly, He Lanbo took a deep breath of cold air and moved his steps towards the flames. The scorching flames burned his body, but the strange thing was that he could not feel any heat on his body, but his mind was burned by the flames, and the pain was incomparable. The countless pictures flashed past in his mind. So familiar, every scene is a picture of him and Feng Qingge together, the two pictures collided and shattered like glass.

It was as if something was gradually disappearing from his mind, and the original broken chip could not be found. The raging flames were still burning, but he lost the heaviness he had before. Instead, he felt that the pain was not that much, and his whole body was relaxed. Even this external temperature has become warm, and there is no previous pain.

So comfortable, I really want to stay here forever.

Looking at the stairs in front of him, Helanbo indifferently supported the escalator, the pain under his feet was still there, he walked out step by step, looking at the second floor, the breath like a knife pierced his heart, that cold dagger It landed on his left chest, and countless knife lights suddenly appeared, and quickly landed on his body, cutting his flesh and blood.

The parents of body hair and skin.

The feeling of slicing flesh and bones, he knew, before Sect Master Baili, was it so painful, being penetrated by Wan Jian, just like this, dying in the Xue family. It turned out that the feeling of being separated from flesh and blood was so uncomfortable.

The pierced blade withdrew, and Helanbo trembled. His whole body had become a bloody man. He held the stairs with one hand, trembling, and walked forward with all his strength.

The eighteenth floor, the entire eighteenth floor, the sea of ​​swords and flames, the piercing of the heart and the tongue, the nine seclusions of purgatory, he has passed through each one. Although the wound on his body is deep, it does not hurt his blood vessels, it is just a pain in the flesh. After walking up to the eighteenth floor, a golden light flashed, and a familiar figure stood in front of him, smiling gently.

"Qingge..." The back of his hand trembled, and He Lanbo was about to step forward.

It's just that the man who didn't speak shook his head slightly, waved his hand at him, and stepped forward like a butterfly in a flower, bouncing in front of him, the silver bell-like laughter wrapped around his ears, from I have never seen a smile like Qingge's, so beautiful, so beautiful.

"Helan, bye."

The light body turned around, leaving only the last smile.

With a trembling in his heart, Helanbo quickly stepped forward, but just as his fingers touched the front, the figure that turned around had already shattered, leaving only the empty eighteenth floor, with nothing left.

"Om!" The golden light enveloped Helanbo. When he came back to his senses, he was already in the ancestral hall of the Helan family. The token placed in front of him was extremely dazzling. The figure choked, his knees softened, and he knelt down.

"Grandpa, I know I was wrong. I will never be so self-willed again, and I will never run away from home. If I had listened to you earlier, things wouldn't have turned into what they are now, and Sect Master Baili wouldn't have died. Song, she won't hate me either." Tears fell drop by drop, He Lanbo clenched his fists tightly, just wanting to take one last look at the person in front of him.

Why is it different than before, I want to see you still, tell me, it's all just a joke for me to come back, not real!

Why isn't it a joke?

Why?

Asking himself over and over again, Helanbo smiled wryly, but, all of this will never come back.

Just like his love for Feng Qingge, once it's over, it won't exist anymore.

He has missed too much. If possible, he would rather become a ruthless person, even if someone leaves, he will not be so sad. Fading away his innocence and willfulness, leaving behind a strange self with a strong sense of responsibility, who will be the Helan family all his life.

"Even if there are countless regret medicines, it can't atone for my sin." The last drop of tears fell to the ground, looking at the wine glass floating in the air in front of him, Helanbo just smiled bitterly, took the wine glass and drank it.

Feng Qingge, we shouldn't have met from the beginning, without me, I wish you a happy life.

Let's not see each other again.

You hurt, so do I.

Perhaps running away is the best solution.

If we don't see it, time will dilute everything we have. Maybe one day, you will meet a handsome young man in white again, and it will be enough to just say that you are familiar.

I forgot you, I forgot myself.

On the banks of Wangchuan River, under the stone of Sansheng Shi, there must be no our name, Qingge... If possible, I really don't want to meet you again.

The golden brilliance flickered, and the man who fell on the ground was sent to the outside of the bluestone statue. The people waiting outside quickly stepped forward and supported the unconscious He Lanbo. The blood had already dyed his white clothes red. No good skin could be found in the wounds on the body.