The memory was lifted bit by bit, and Ling Jie's pupils slowly contracted and then suddenly expanded. She stared at the strings in her hand, but her slender jade fingers were no longer willing to pluck them.

Because in my mind, there was no longer the pink warm memory, but Wei Jiu was tied to her by five flowers, curled up in a ball, and surrounded by a group of executioners of the Sikong family. With the wave of the knife in these people, a wail of Wei Jiu will definitely be accompanied by Wei Jiu's wail, and the little bit of peeling off was Wei Jiu's flesh and blood.

That was the cruelest punishment of Lingchi in this world. The torture of being cut into pieces is not just death?

Those so-called family members are punished for death. The classmates and teachers in the school are even more likely to die in her heart. And those so-called Jiuyitang acquaintances who care about her and care about her will not shed tears even if they die. As for Shu Jinhui and Yan Xiaojin's close sisters, her heart is very painful, but the pain is still within an acceptable range.

But Wei Jiu is different. He is the only man she has loved in her life.

Those heart-warming scenes, those ambiguous scenes, those obsessed memories, how could this man die in front of him like this? What should the lives of others do to her? But this man cannot die. Ling Jie's breathing slowed down with Wei Jiu's wailing. Every wailing made her feel tighter, and even more at a loss, not knowing what to do.

As soon as the movement on the finger stopped, Wei Jiu was paused by Lingchi's scene in his mind, and Wei Jiu's pain naturally became much more dull. Ling Jie was happy and her fingers stopped quickly. What else is more important than letting Wei Jiu get rid of such inhuman torture?

The water flow on the waterfall was rushing down, but it would not fall on Ling Jie at all. In fact, it seemed like a vacuum area in front of Feng Xinqin. Not to mention water droplets, even air and sound could not meet the outside world.

As soon as Ling Jie's fingers left the strings, the luster on the Fengxinqin couldn't help but dim. Of course, this was a gradual process. However, the ordinary body of the Fengxinqin had already turned into the color of ordinary wooden instruments, and the remaining part was mottled with these colorful brilliances, but the speed of dissipation was extremely fast, which could almost be regarded as visible to the naked eye.

If Ling Jie recovered all her memory, she would definitely know that the dissipated luster was like a timer. When the luster completely dissipated, the soul refining song would fail. The condition for completely dissipation was that Feng Xinqin stopped playing for ten seconds, and Wei Jiu's challenge was defeated by the ten-second rule.

One second, two seconds, ten seconds, one is not short, but it is definitely not a long time.

As the luster became less and less, the dark shadow had already swallowed the top ten position of the piano body, and the last little hope was about to be shattered.

At this moment, a sound of wind broke out from the sky in Ling Jie's mind, and then his mind suddenly became clear in an instant.

There seemed to be a hint of luster in the turbid brain, which was a trace of mark that Wei Jiu had left in her soul. Before she awakened her memory and cultivation, the mark was already in her body, but she could not use it at that time, so Wei Jiu didn't care too much. But later, even Wei Jiu didn't know that the mark had long been swallowed by the accumulation of powerful foundation in her body.

It was a coincidence that Wei Jiu's heart was broken, and all the marks and contracts left on others should be broken. But this mark, which was swallowed by Ling Jie's powerful cultivation, still existed stubbornly without the motivation of Wei Jiu's vitality. It was from that moment on that, this mark had the breath of Wei Jiu, but was attached to Ling Jie's life.

At this moment, this mark became the last life-saving straw.

Ling Jie's eyes returned to a hint of clarity. Although the time was very short, it was enough.

While I was shocked, I quickly held the strings on the piano with both hands and played them again. The sad and desperate notes sounded, and layers of faint light shone out on the Fengxinqin again, and the sound of the beam spreading again in this vacuum space.

The Soul Refining Song is finally coming to an end, with only the last quarter of the chapter left, but Ling Jie's heart has not relaxed at all.

Although the mark in her mind made her barely survive the fall of her consciousness just now, it did not mean the end. On the contrary, as long as she plucked the strings, she could see Wei Jiu who was executed by Ling Chi, see the begging figure and the desperate eyes, even if she knew it was a illusion in her heart, she still couldn't accept that she could hurt Wei Jiu like this.

"Brother Bujiu is not that way." Looking at Wei Jiu's desperate eyes in his mind, Ling Jie seemed to see him send Wei Jiu into a desperate situation with her own hands. She seemed to hear Wei Jiu blame her and question her.

Tears of grievance slid out of her eyes weakly, and she couldn't defend herself anything.

Tears fell down on Feng Xinqin little by little, but the tears were unable to arouse her pity. On the contrary, accompanied by Ling Jie's crying and tears, the faint light on Feng Xinqin revealed a scent of sadness and fear. Those negative emotions deeply enveloped the player, and directly affected the scene in their minds.

Wei Jiu in his mind was beyond recognition, but the executioner who committed the crime changed from the Sikong family to Ling Jie himself. A long dagger, which was Wei Ying's special weapon, was stabbed into Wei Jiu's chest by Ling Jie. The dagger turned, and Ling Jie seemed to be able to hear the sound of his heart being shattered.

And those around Wei Jiu were all people who were as close as sisters, Shu Jinhui, Yan Xiaojin, and Wei Ying. Along the way, she was not very familiar with Zhang Mengyuan and Jiang Meng, while on the other side were Su Jie and Yue Ling whom she had never seen before. These people, whether familiar or unfamiliar, were all those who Wei Jiu was worried about, but they were all buried in the daggers in her hand.

"No, no, no, no," Ling Jie screamed, her tone full of helplessness and despair, but the dagger in her hand did not stop at all, piercing Wei Jiu's chest one by one.

Tears slid down the dagger along the cheeks, and then flowed into Wei Jiu's body bit by bit.

Tears poured into Qin along the jade fingers, and then were swallowed by Feng Xinqin bit by bit.

As long as Ling Jie plays the soul refining song, the harm she will not stop to Wei Jiu in her mind. She understands this truth, but she can't give up, nor can she give up!

If death is liberation and survival is to bear the blame alone, then it is not an exaggeration to say that Ling Jie is in Avici Hell at this moment? Is there anything more pitiful than hurting her lover with her own hands or inhumane harm?

Tears, no, that is no longer tears, that is blood and tears.

Wei Jiu once flowed by, for Shu Jinhui, and at this moment, bright red blood and tears flowed out from Ling Jie's eyes, eroding towards Feng Xinqin little by little. The strange red actually swallowed the original color of Feng Xinqin bit by bit, and then, in each note that there seemed to be a little more different color.

Ling Jie's fingers had been worn out at some point, and her hands were still as delicate as before. But she was still like a madman, playing stubbornly and crazily, hurting Wei Jiu stubbornly and crazily.

"Is it worth it? Is it worth it for you to do this? Your heart has obviously given up. From the moment you were reluctant to hurt him at the beginning, you have already lost. Is it worth torture yourself like this?" In the void, the voice of the Eternal Divine Tree came, and she sighed helplessly.

Ling Jie looked at her hands gently, gritted her teeth, and said stubbornly, "There is nothing worth it or not. He is all about me. What's the point of losing him? For him, what's the point of turning into a demon? What can I do if I fall into hell? Not to mention such a little torture, even if it takes my life, I don't care about my soul!"

"Is that so? But is it really meaningful to do this? Since you love him, why do you have the heart to hurt him? In order to resurrection, he is with you, but he has suffered such endless torture. Can he accept such selfish love?" The voice of the Eternal Divine Tree came again, and in his tone, he was three points of anger and seven points of confusion.

Ling Jie was silent for a while, but the soul refining song in her hand was not slackened at all. She looked at it and was about to end. Then she smiled, "Hehe, senior, do you really understand what love is? Can he not forgive me, can he accept me, what should I do with me? I just need him to be good, as long as he lives, even if I don't show up in front of him again, I will be willing!"

Finally, the last note fell, and the long song finally ended. The last scene in my mind was Wei Jiu's chest, which was stabbed into a hornet's nest by Ling Jie, without any chance of life. And on his cheek, the unwilling and desperate thing made people feel even more heart-warming and dare not look directly at it.

But it does not include Ling Jie. After playing the song, her fingers were already hurting so hard that they could not exert any strength. However, a frightened smile appeared on the corner of her mouth. Looking at Wei Jiu's body that had lost his breath in her mind, she said in a questioning manner, "The last love is to hurt. Who said hurt is also a kind of love?"

Yes, who can deny her love for Wei Jiu? At least, those pains are real, those blood and tears are real, and those fingers worn for love are also real. Perhaps there is such a true and pure love. In the face of such impurities-free love, mere harm may be really not worth mentioning!

"Who said hurt is also a kind of love?" In the void, the Eternal Divine Tree suddenly repeated this sentence, then took a deep breath, and sighed, "Yes, in front of your love for him, what is this little love? You won!"

Under the void, flowing light suddenly emerged and strange phenomena rose everywhere.

Ling Jie's blood and tears, the broken fingers, and the lost memories all returned to normal. Feng Xinqin in front of her suddenly emitted a white light, and then the white light spread out the mysterious guqin bit by bit.

One crack in an instant climbed the body of the piano, spreading little by little, and then the zither sealed the piano broke. Search the official account on WeChat: wmdy66, you are lonely, the young lady warms you with the movie
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