Song Kunlun stretched out his hand, grabbed the neck of the trembling Song Yun on the ground, then lifted Song Yun up, and turned to walk out of the little vault.

"Your vitality, I must say, is really tenacious."

Song Kunlun tightly squeezed Song Yun’s neck and said, "Even like that, it couldn’t kill you. Looking at it this way, I finally understand why you always manage to live to the end."

At this moment, Song Yun’s consciousness was slowly becoming blurred, partly because of his injuries, and partly because of what he had just drunk.

That thing, whatever it was, made Song Yun feel uncomfortable all over, and the pain was unbearable. This pain made Song Yun’s body tremble even more fiercely.

Song Yun didn’t know how long this pain would last, but at this moment, he had the feeling that it would be so much better if he just died.

To fall here today would bring relief.

Song Yun’s consciousness slowly dissipated once more.

Song Yun didn’t hear a single word of what Song Kunlun said.

Song Yun could only feel that his body was bleeding, bleeding continuously.

His entire being slowly began to feel light and airy.

This feeling was just like that year.

That year.

The first time he went to the battlefield.

It was then that Song Yun experienced what it meant to part with life and death, what cruelty was. On the battlefield, no one would have mercy on you; they would only cold-bloodedly make one’s hair stand on end, then ruthlessly press a weapon against your forehead.

The pain on the bodies of those on the losing side must have been similar to the pain on his own body now.

Pain that cuts to the heart.

Another woman appeared in Song Yun’s mind.

That woman, who grew up with him as childhood sweethearts, appeared before him with a smile that could melt ice, a smile that belonged solely to him.

When he saw her for the first time as a child, it was like seeing his mother smiling at him before she left.

Later, after the Dragon Elephant List battle ended, there was a little tag-along always following behind him.

At that moment, his heart skipped a beat.

Back then, as a top assassin, he had long forgotten what it meant for his heart to skip a beat.

An assassin’s life did not require heartbeats.

A heartbeat meant a leak of your presence, which meant death.

But at that moment, it was a real, genuine heartbeat.

That woman was called Qingluan.

Until later.

When that woman, for his sake, angrily severed a hand of Kunpeng, and he was seriously injured.

Song Yun knew he had fallen once again.

This time, Song Yun willingly fell.

This woman would be his woman and also one of the most important women in his life.

She was called Qingluan, a Kunlun Mountain Saintess who grew from tender to mature. If not for him, Qingluan would probably have already ascended to the pinnacle of martial arts; perhaps now, even Kunpeng wouldn’t be her match. But this silly girl, during her seclusion, for their love, actually gave up the right to ascend to the peak. Truly a silly girl.

A twinge of pain flashed through Song Yun’s heart.

His consciousness was about to dissipate, and the final figure in his mind was Qingluan.

Qingluan should still be out there waiting for him now.

Actually, Song Yun could have called Qingluan in as soon as he came in, then together with Qingluan, surrounded Song Kunlun.

Even earlier, he had the chance to use the communicator he carried to call Qingluan in.

But Song Yun did not do so.

Song Yun felt that Qingluan owed him nothing; instead, he owed Qingluan too much.

If everything needed reciprocation, Song Yun felt he had nothing that could repay everything Qingluan had done for him.

Even if he gave Qingluan his life, Song Yun felt it would be far from enough.

This was a kindness, a kindness that made Song Yun hold Qingluan in high respect to this day.

Of course, it was also a kind of love.

Song Yun knew he loved Qingluan, loved her deeply.

Precisely because of this deep love, Song Yun didn’t want his woman to repeatedly risk herself to save him, didn’t want his woman to be in danger.

This was not what a man should do.

So, Song Yun gave up the last chance to call Qingluan in.

Song Kunlun was too formidable now.

Song Yun didn’t want Qingluan to be hurt, nor to rely on her for everything.

Consciousness finally dispersed.

Song Yun’s eyes slowly closed.

At this moment, Song Yun felt as if his soul had left his body.

It seems this medicine has no effect on me, what a damn bad luck, going through life so muddled, not even seeing Little Gangbeng come of age, marry and have children, not accompanying his woman to grow old together, and now he will capsize in this ditch today, hoping that silly girl won’t act recklessly and runs away quickly.

That was Song Yun’s last thought.

Qingluan, Xia Tian, Shishi, Xiao Qing, Yu Yao, Qingcheng, my soulmates, goodbye, I’ll love you in my next life.

Li Tang, Zhao Yan, Hua Manlou, Wuli, Black Flood Dragon, Meng Ku, my brothers, goodbye, let’s be brothers again in the next life.

Dad, Mom, Grandpa, goodbye, I will be your child again in the next life.

Changlin, Gemstone, goodbye, let’s earn money together in the next life.

White Tiger, Xuanwu, goodbye, let’s adventure across the Martial World together in the next life.

And many, many more, goodbye.

See you in the next life.

If there is a next life.

Wang Hu, you bastard, you covered for me with sister-in-law back then, now I’m coming to find you.

Song Kunlun was holding Song Yun’s neck, talking continuously about something.

Suddenly.

Song Kunlun looked at Song Yun with surprise.

He saw that Song Yun’s eyes were closed, and Song Yun’s once trembling body had completely calmed down. 𝘧𝓇𝑒𝑒𝑤ℯ𝑏𝓃𝘰𝑣ℯ𝘭.𝘤ℴ𝘮

Song Yun’s breathing had also stopped.

"Huh, dead."

Song Kunlun looked at Song Yun’s head tilted to one side, raised his other hand, and placed it on Song Yun’s nose.

No breathing, and the carotid artery at Song Yun’s neck had no pulse.

It seems Song Yun was really dead.

Such a person who had been against him for so long was finally dead.

Song Kunlun looked at Song Yun’s blood-streaked face and finally burst into hearty laughter, "Hahaha, Song Yun, you’re dead, you’re finally dead, you finally died at my hands. Song Yun, you are just the first to die, next, there are Song Ergou, Ye Qingsi, Song Wu, and your wife and children, hahaha, I’ll leave none alive, hahaha."