Then start, use the simplest way, use your battle to tell me who is true.

The voice is very familiar and the content of the words is understandable.

Zhu Biqiong saw in confusion that she was in a huge round platform square, and her sister Zhu Suyao was standing opposite her.

Do you want to fight and fight with your sister to determine the only..."reality"?

A huge panic arose in her heart, an indescribable emotional hole that swallowed her up like a monster.

Why are you still facing such a choice when you are already dead and hiding in the corner of the fantasy world?

Why……

"Why don't you listen to me?" she heard her sister say.

She saw her sister approaching her.

"No...no..." She shook her head and kept backing away. She pursed her lips and wanted to cry, but she tried her best not to cry.

This is her sister, her closest and dearest relative.

She opened her pulse for the first time, learned Taoism for the first time, flew in the air for the first time... all with her sister's company.

"I have told you a long time ago that there is no good man in the world!" Zhu Suyao clasped her hands together, showing terrifying Taoist fluctuations, and advanced with a ferocious expression: "Why are you so stupid? I have done it before

Are you going to make the same mistake again? You’re going to make the same mistake again and again!”

"No." Zhu Biqiong shook her head and backed away. She seemed to only be able to shake her head and back away. It seemed that she would always be the useless person who could not live alone without her sister's wings: "That's not the case.

At least that's not the case with him."

"Isn't that true?" Zhu Suyao's eyes were horrifying and her voice was sharp: "You like him so much and you treat him well, but he turns a blind eye! You fight for him, but what does he say? You are just a friend!"

"Originally...just friends." Zhu Biqiong was afraid, evasive, and stubborn: "He is very good. He has not sorry for me."

"Stop!" Zhu Suyao screamed angrily: "Since you dare to oppose me, use your strength to fight with me and defend what you want to defend! Are you a waste?! Yours

Where’s the Taoism? Where’s the supernatural power? How did I teach you!”

"No, no!" Zhu Biqiong stood still, closed her eyes tightly, not daring to look ahead, and burst into tears: "You kill me, you kill me, sister! I am fake, I am in the mirror

Zhong, I’m useless, I should have died long ago!”

Snapped!

Zhu Suyao slapped her to the ground.

A sharp roar: "Get up! Fight back!"

Zhu Biqiong just stayed on the ground and curled up into a ball, whimpering: "I can't beat you, I don't want to."

Zhu Suyao stepped forward and kicked her away mercilessly!

"I told you... to fight back!"

Zhu Biqiong was kicked to the ground and fell to her knees again. She simply held her head in her hands and buried herself, crying so sadly: "Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu sister, please kill me, please."

Please, wuwuwu, I’m so sad..."

Zhu Suyao flew in front of her, coldly grabbed her hair, lifted her up, and forced her to look at him: "Open your eyes! Open your eyes!"

Zhu Biqiong closed her eyes tightly and cried: "I don't! I don't..."

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Zhu Suyao slapped her several times: "Open up! Fight back! Open up! Fight back! I told you to look at me, I told you to fight back!"

"Stop hitting me, stop hitting me, sister, it hurts!" Zhu Biqiong cried and raised her arms to cover her face.

But Zhu Suyao opened her arms again and again and slapped her head and face. "I told you to fight back! Fight back! Fight back!!!"

"Go away!" Zhu Biqiong finally couldn't bear it anymore and pushed forward with both hands!

Her hands felt a soft resistance and moved forward smoothly. The feeling was not like being pushed against a person, but like being pushed into a piece of tofu.

She opened her tearful eyes in horror and saw that her hands were sinking into her sister's heart. The beating thing they touched was her sister's heart!

Ah! Ah! Ah!!!

She tried to pull away in fear, but her arms were tightly held!

Zhu Suyao held her sister's hand tightly, clasping it tightly to her heart, and stared at her seriously with her vicious eyes: "Remember, Biqiong. No matter who hurts you,

You must kill him. Even if that person...is me."

The blood near her heart was so hot that Zhu Biqiong felt that her hands had been burned, and her sister's palms were like iron hoops! It hurt her so much that it hurt her heart.

Her little face was wrinkled, her eyes were squeezed into strange shapes, tears rolled down her eyes, and she was speechless.

Zhu Suyao firmly pressed Zhu Biqiong's hands with her left hand and squeezed her own heart. She raised her right hand and gently brushed Zhu Biqiong's hair, and there was a tiny, heart-exploding bang.

Xiangli used his last strength to say: "Don't love me anymore, silly boy."

"Unless someone... loves you as much as I do."

The hot feeling in my hands has disappeared, and the tight band on my arms seems like an illusion.

With tears in her eyes, Zhu Biqiong looked at her sister in front of her, disappearing like a bubble. She reached forward with both hands in vain, but only reached nothing!

She opened her mouth to cry, but there was no sound!

…

…

The flowers in the mirror cannot be touched, and the moon in the water is far away.

The world in front of me, the world where my sister pretended to have completely disappeared, was shrinking infinitely.

Only Zhu Biqiong herself was still kneeling and sitting there. The world that originally tolerated her became a transparent seed in front of her eyes, and flew into her heart.

She raised her teary eyes, and the first thing she saw was the face of Fu Hai, and then the moon where Fu Hai was. Behind the moon was the high sky, with a faint golden color in the darkness.

The painful blood line sewed up the cracks in the sky, and the majestic, tightly blocked majesty was like the blood pumping in the ventricle.

She vaguely understood that she had once again emerged from the illusion of mirrors, flowers, and water. But this was still the great battlefield of the Lost World, and she was still that insignificant person.

She turned her head subconsciously, trying to find that familiar figure.

But she found that she couldn't move.

When is it up to you?

The bright moon stood over the sea, like a god, overlooking Zhu Biqiong who was kneeling in front of him, and Jiang Wang who suddenly mobilized his power in the distance and approached with extraordinary movement skills.

The stalemate between Xuanyuan Shuo and Gao Jie is still going on, neither one is willing to retreat first, and it is inconvenient for anyone to advance further.

When Fu Hai raised his hand, he suddenly realized that with his current power, he could no longer interfere.

The human body's decline continues, falling all the way from the level of a top real person.

The feeling of trance in the body is also like this damn life.

That’s all…

With a terrifying look in his eyes, he knocked the reckless human boy to the point of bleeding.

Then he looked away, still looking at Zhu Biqiong, looking at this little girl whom he had known and been with for a long time.

Look at her thinness, her frailty, her innocence and weakness.

A small white flower bloomed among the ruins.

No one knows when the flowers bloom, and no one pities the flowers when they fade.

Fu Hai slowly spoke: "I never imagined that in a dream like a mirror, flowers in the water, you would end up being so weak and become the only true person I have cultivated."

"Is it a dream or reality? Am I a human race or a sea race? Sometimes I can't tell the difference anymore."

"What should I say..."

"There was once a person who loved me as much as you loved him. But I didn't cherish him."

"You are not cherished either."

"Loving someone who doesn't love you back is the most unfortunate thing in the world."

He raised a finger and pointed it at Zhu Biqiong's eyebrows: "You and I are destined. Erase your love and treat it as my last gift."

This distant finger is vague and traceless.

There are no bright lights and shadows, let alone earth-shaking feelings.

Zhu Biqiong just suddenly realized that she could move. She turned her head along with the inertia and saw the man who stopped and flew backwards, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, and came over with the sword again.

She found that he was not so arrogant, nor omnipotent. Instead, he was just like her, unable to control himself in the great chess game. He was also powerless.

She was still crying, she was still feeling sad, she still remembered everything she and Jiang Wang had gone through, and she even knew that Jiang Wang wanted to come and save her. But when she looked at this man again, her heart was no longer turbulent.

Quiet as an ancient well, calm and calm.

The worries I had about this person are still vivid in my mind, but they are like other people's stories, separated by a layer, like in a mirror.

She understood that from now on, her happiness, anger, sorrow, and joy had nothing to do with this person.
To be continued...