Chapter 909: Chapter 907 Bing Yan, Don’t Die
The audience spits blood, such absurd theories!
The climax quickly entered a high-torture segnt. Bing Yan, in order to protect the entire Demon Sect, fought against those hypocritical righteous people and finally suffered from demonic backlash, dying on the cliffside.
When Qiao Xiaren played Bing Yan, her silver hair scattered with deep-red petals floating in mid-air, and the lancholic ending song chid in, she looked like a broken doll fallen by the lotus pond.
“Master, what about now? Do you regret not loving back then?”
The female disciple who once betrayed him walked up seductively, lifting his chin: “Master, I am giving you another chance, love !”
“Love you?” Bing Yan looked seductively toward the sky, “You should know, I have never loved anyone. Since I lost to you today, I have absolutely no complaints.”
Bing Yan suddenly smiled, radiant and bright, yet the smile carried traces of lancholy.
That radiant sadness drove the female disciple before him even crazier, desperately wanting to have him.
“But I insist that you love , Master, I must have you.”
In the female disciple’s crazed state, Bing Yan didn’t bother, just gave a faint smile.
“Little Monk, I am going ahead.”
Bing Yan suddenly murmured these words, then spread his arms, slowly falling backwards over the cliff. His luxurious and richly vibrant red robe like a fla, scorched the viewers’ hearts.
They couldn’t help but comnt.
“Holy shit! How can falling off a cliff look so beautiful!”
“Qiao Xiaren’s eyes seem to speak for themselves, a perfect example of acting through looks!”
No one could ever play a carefree and unbridled, story of emotions and vendettas as beautifully as this.
Such a heart-wrenching scene was perford on this cliff.
A fall like this, an irretrievable disaster.
Bing Yan’s long hair fluttered in the air, the sar of blood at his lips shockingly vivid and enchantingly unusual.
“Red Lotus!”
From a distance, it seed soone called out her na, so clear, so firm.
Bing Yan didn’t want to look, he slowly closed his eyes.
Chu Yifei, playing the monk, rushed over, only to see a flash of fiery red and snowy white falling into the cliff, too late to save his Red Lotus—
The female disciple suddenly let out a heart-wrenching scream, never expecting Bing Yan to leave in such a resolute manner. She just loved him too much, why did he punish himself so severely!
The monk collapsed at the edge of the cliff, feeling as if he had been dreaming.
Every second from three thousand years ago in heaven, every word on earth, their past and present lives interwoven, the more entangled it beca, the more rciless.
The ending reveals Bing Yan reincarnated, and the monk continued his quest, searching for Red Lotus for sixty years without success. The monk had grown old, yet he still persisted in his search.
Finally.
In a town in Jiangnan, he saw a woman with an umbrella suddenly passing by. Her silhouette and posture strikingly resembled his Red Lotus, he had finally found her!
But he never approached, just watched her from a distance.
Let it be, if he acknowledged her, it might be another sentintal tribulation this lifeti.
Better torture both through lives and lives, than not letting her go.
Thus, he smiled and walked forward, purposely passing by her.
Brushing past, gone by.
How wonderful, the monk looked up smiling.
Seeing this ending, the audience was truly tortured by the screenwriter until they spit blood, and then they desperately wanted to drag out the screenwriter to lash the corpse.
“So torturous it pains the heart, Bing Yan, don’t die!”
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