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The buzzing of her brain, only her angry "forget me", echoed in her mind over and over again.

Hahahaha, you are so cruel! Not only did you leave me ruthlessly, but you also tried to erase my best memories.

Is it so easy to forget someone? unless I die!

Nam Youngyeol could no longer suppress the sadness in his heart, and a mouthful of blood spurted out of his mouth. His blood stained her wedding dress, blending with her blood, and it burned Qin Wuya's grief.

Four or two rushed out of the fighting crowd and helped Nan Ronglie: "Master, master." He knew that this time, his crown prince was afraid that he would lose half his life.

"Give me people. Qin Wuya knelt in front of Ling Caiwei, wanting to take the woman who had already worshiped heaven and earth with her from Nan Ronglie's hands, he didn't believe that she was dead. Don't believe it.

This time, Nan Ronglie didn't compete with Qin Wuya, his body fell forward with Ling Caiwei's departure, and threw himself on her legs.

"Master, master, what's wrong with you? Master, you wait for me to find someone to save you!" Siliang hugged Nan Ronglie, who had already fainted, and wanted to leave, but as soon as he stood up, he almost fell down as if he was being dragged by something.

He turned around and saw that Nan Ronglie's hands were still holding Ling Caiwei's hand, one was out of breath, the other was unconscious, I don't know what belief it was, the hands of the two were still tightly clenched together and not separated.

Qin Wuya hugged Ling Caiwei and buried her head in her neck, tears rolling down one by one.

When Siliang suddenly got up, Ling Caiwei's body moved in the direction of Nan Ronglie.

Qin Wuya raised his head, red eyes, and used one hand to break the intertwined fingers of the two.

However, he held her too tightly.

"Don't hurt her!" Gu Taolai roared at Qin Wuya, pounced over, and broke a pair of clenched hands one finger at a time.

Leaving Nan Ronglie's palm, Ling Caiwei's hand fell weakly, and Gu Taolai held it up with both hands and put it on his chest.

"You killed her! You killed her!" Because of his sadness, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, and after he finished yelling, Qin Wuya turned around and roared at Nan Ronglie, who had fainted due to excessive sadness.

Siliang glanced at Gu Taolai, turned around and hugged Nan Ronglie and left Yong'an Palace.

Nam Youngyeol's eyes were closed, his arms were hanging down to his side, and his hands were still holding her.

Qin Wuya glanced at Yue Dao Confucianism, who had already killed and injured most of the people in the hall, and his mind was full of Ling Caiwei's appearance when his sword fell.

He had forgotten his original plan, and he didn't want to use the Huairou policy to subdue them as planned.

His red eyes erupted with the fire of death, and he ordered at the people who were fighting: "Kill them! Kill all the remnants of Yue Daoru!"

When Yan Feiying arrived with Ding Ding Dong and Yu Suo, Ling Caiwei's body was already as cold as ice in the lotus jar outside the hall.

The biting coldness made Yan Feiying dare not touch it more.

The ferret jingle gently arched Ling Caiwei's hand with her fluffy head, trying to let her touch her as usual, but that hand was lifeless, and if it arched again and again, it would eventually hang down weakly.

It froze, circling around her body, biting at her wide sleeve with its teeth.

However, its owner just ignored it. No matter how coquettish it is, its owner will no longer hear, see, or respond to it.

It took a while for it to accept this fact, and with tears in its eyes on her, it watched over her motionlessly.

Gu Taolai has been waiting for Yusuo to diagnose the pulse.

When the long-bearded old man shook his head with regret on his face and his eyes showed sadness, Gu Taolai's last glimmer of hope was shattered.

"Impossible! You are her uncle, you will definitely be able to save her, you will definitely be able to save her! Don't let her die! I don't want her to die! Please save her! Please!"

The fisherman slowly exhaled the grief that had accumulated in his chest, and shook his head weakly.

"She's been poisoned by the mountain! That's the poison king. Seal the throat into the body. Moreover, she was also stabbed in the chest. Both of these are fatal wounds, and the gods can't save her!" Yusuo's voice choked, and he couldn't say any more.

Yan Feiying picked up Ding Ding Dong and pressed her head to Ling Caiwei's wrist: "Suck, suck quickly, help her get the poison out." Hurry up, the little wild vegetables hurt you the most. Hurry up and save her!

The ferret was frightened by Yan Feiying's roughness and screamed in horror. A pair of eyes stared at Ling Caiwei, wanting to get her protection as before.

However, its owner could no longer protect it.

In addition to the shouts of killing in the hall, it was the desolate wailing of ferrets.

Qin Wuya hugged the person in his arms tightly and looked up to the sky and roared: "Wei'er!

This heart-wrenching call lingered in the Yong'an Hall for a long time, entangled Ling Caiwei's soul that was not far away.

**

Two days later, Qin Wuya's Yonghe Palace was solemnly white.

The windswept lanterns under the verandah have been replaced with white.

Two days ago, even the bare laurel trees were covered with red silk, and in just two days, because of the death of the hostess, the palace was replaced with a dazzling white like the snowflakes flying in the sky.

Ling Caiwei lay in the heavy coffin, changed into her favorite green smoke skirt, put her hands on her lower abdomen, and her long eyelashes covered her watery eyes, as if she was asleep.

Qin Wuya was dressed in white and guarded by her side, sleepless.

He drove everyone away, and it was just her and him in the mourning hall.

It's a rare solitude. He followed her and said many, many love words, and although she couldn't hear her, he kept talking.

It was getting dark again. Another day is going by.

Xiao Fuzi stood outside the mourning hall with a bunch of folds, reporting on the recent exhibition of killing Yue Dao and the Confucian remnants one by one.

The wind and snow outside are getting worse. The white candles in the mourning hall were blown by the wind.

Qin Wuya was lying in front of the coffin while listening to Xiao Fuzi's report, staring at Ling Caiwei, her eyelashes seemed to tremble, and his hand caressed her cheeks, still cold without temperature.

"Oh no! Lord, Niangniang fainted! Prince, the emperor asked the servant to ask the prince to come over and see Niangniang. The little eunuch beside Empress Gu ran over in a panic, destroying the tranquility of the mourning hall.

The only person Qin Wuya cares about the most in this world is his mother.

He glanced at Ling Caiwei in embarrassment, and told Xiaofuzi: "You stay here." Don't let anyone approach her, you know the consequences!"

Xiaofuzi knelt down and responded.

Qin Wuya followed the little eunuch and left.

Xiao Fuzi walked into the mourning hall, cleaned his hands, put on a pillar of incense, knelt by the coffin and fell asleep after a while.

There was goose feather snow in the night sky, and the white lanterns shone on the snow-white ground, and when the wind blew, the white of the ground shook.

Suddenly, there was a long figure on the ground.

He approached Ling Caiwei gently, as if he was afraid of waking her up, lowered his head, gently touched her hair, and sighed.

A soft sigh woke up Xiao Fuzi, and he rubbed his eyes, surprised that he had fallen asleep just now.

When the white candle in the mourning hall burned out, he went to light a new one, re-lit a pillar of incense, glanced into the coffin, and the incense in his hand fell to the ground in shock and fell into several pieces.

What about people? Why are people gone?

(To be continued.) )