章節 774: 777, clear both (first update)

Song Shiqin cracked a faint smile, black mist shrouding him as traces of blood seeped from the corner of his mouth, "Feng'er, we're finally even."

With that, Song Shiqin reached out to clasp Chu Jin's hand, shoving it fiercely inward so that the Longsword pierced straight through his back.

A thousand years ago, he owed her a life, and a thousand years later, he repaid her with one.

This life.

Owing nothing more.

At the same time, the sky returned to normal, revealing a European-style villa before everyone's eyes, as golden sunshine spilled through the clouds, coating the earth with a golden glow.

Lying motionless on the ground just moments ago, Zhao Yan suddenly opened her eyes, and the dagger lodged in her forehead vanished without a trace under the sunlight's glow.

"Mo Zhixuan, where is this?" Zhao Yan sat up, pressing her temples with her hands, her face full of confusion.

"Mom, you're awake." Mo Zhixuan looked at Zhao Yan incredulously, reaching out to help her up.