The person in his arms was completely cold. There was no body temperature, no breathing, no anger.

She seemed to be asleep, with a smile on her face and her eyes tightly closed.

The blood in his chest was not gushing out like before, and it was slowly clotting together.

Mo Chen raised his head, and his eyes were already a little bloodshot.

On the other side, there is Qu Ziyan holding a sword.

He was holding a sword, and there was no emotion in his eyes, as if none of this had anything to do with him. The sword in his hand was stained with bright red blood, which fused with his red clothes, and it was impossible to tell whether it was blood or color.

At his feet was a bloodstained red jade pendant.

A faint glow in the moonlight.

"You ..... kill Ji Ya......"

"Mochen, take her back first......."

There was no trace of panic in his voice, and there was even a faint smile on his lips, "She, I'm sorry for her, I'll go to the mourning hall..... I'll personally apologize to her and her family, it's just that it's not ....... now."

"Qu Ziyan. Are you still human? Ji Ya, she loves you so much...... She loves you like she's crazy! Is that how you respond to her love! You brute!"

Mo Chen's voice was shaking, and his hands could barely hold the person in his arms.

"Mochen, there are some things that I can't tell you now..... Ji Ya....I'm sorry for her, she helped me today...... Hurry up, take her away....don't stay here anymore..... stay here, Ji Ya will die without blinking an eye....."

Qu Ziyan held the sword, turned around, and turned his back to Mochen, "So, since you like it so much, why do you want to send her to someone else's hands......."

Mo Chen's heart trembled suddenly.

He reached out and tried to pull out the sword at his side. At this moment, killing Qu Ziyan is the best choice.

The hand had just touched the cold hilt of the sword, but the things of the past came to his eyes one by one.

"Qu Ziyan, in my lifetime, I Mochen will definitely not let you go. All the past feelings have been completely cut off from today, and in the future, you must not be touched by me, because I will definitely kill you. Let you pay for Ji Ya's life. ”

"Good. ”

Qu Ziyan's voice was still as calm as ever, without a trace of waves, "I'm waiting for you to kill me." ”

"Ji Ya..... let's go home......"

Mo Chen picked up Ji Ya's cold corpse, turned around and left.

"Take this with you. Accompany her and bury her......."

A cold and cold thing was thrown into Mo Chen's arms, and he looked down and saw the jade pendant.

This jade pendant has only been with Ji Ya for a day........

………

The prime minister almost couldn't believe that the person covered in blood in Mo Chen's arms was his daughter.

The prime minister's wife had already fainted three times, and batch after batch of Langzhong in the house came, but each one told him that it was too late to prepare for the future.

His child, his Ji Ya, was lying in the hall of the Prime Minister's Mansion, lying in the coffin, lying beside a cluster of bouquets, and next to it, there were candles and a tablet that had just been made.

Ai Nu Ji Ya.

This quirky girl, this girl who always likes to pull his little beard, and always likes to him. This willful and coquettish child who has always liked to throw himself into his arms since he was a child, has now become a cold corpse, lying in a coffin to be worshiped by everyone.

Was it his dream? Could it be that as long as Ji Ya woke up from this terrible dream, he would be able to come back to life?

"Prime Minister, please mourn ......"

"Prime Minister's Day Mourning ......."

"Prime Minister, please take care of yourself in the future.......

…….

Colleagues came in one by one to pay their respects, each with sympathy for him in their mouths and a sad expression on their faces.

Turns out, isn't this a dream?

"My Ji Ya, my Ji Ya....... Ji Ya! Ji Ya ......"

His wife was crying to death while holding the coffin, and overnight the woman, who had always been well-dressed, grew much older, and he even saw white hair in her hair.

She was holding the coffin, and her phoenix eyes were already swollen from crying.

"Ji Ya..... Ji Ya is not dead....... why are you crying, why are you crying........

He stood aside, surrounded by people who came to comfort him, "What are you all doing, my Ji Ya just went out to play, and will be back soon......."

"What's wrong with the prime minister......"

"Prime Minister, are you okay?"

"Prime Minister, don't scare us......."

His words obviously scared the people around him stupidly, everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and I don't know what to do for a while.

Mo Chen was wearing a mourning dress, standing behind the prime minister, silently bowing his head and not knowing what he was thinking.

He clenched his fists, his eyebrows and eyes furrowed fiercely, and overnight, he was also much haggard.

From Ji Ya's death to the present, he has not closed his eyes, and he does not dare to close his eyes.

Because as soon as he closed his eyes, he saw what Ji Ya looked like when he died, his eyes were all bright red, and there was even a bright red figure swaying there.

"Ji ..... Ya ......"

He called the name softly, and his voice sounded like it was broken, a little hoarse and a little heavy.

He didn't raise his head, he understood that he was a sinner, he was not qualified to see Ji Ya, he was not qualified to comfort the prime minister, because what the prime minister lost was his beloved daughter, and his pain was far more than him.

"Sister..... sister...... Sister I'm back....."

There was the neighing of a horse and the neighing of a man at the door.

Mo Chen finally raised his head, and before he could look at anything, he saw a black figure flash in front of him.

The figure quickly approached the coffin and smashed everything on the offering table to the ground almost simultaneously.

"What are you doing!"

The prime minister finally came back to his senses, "You rebel! What are you doing when you come back! What are you going to do!"

"Sister..... why are they doing this..... you're just asleep, aren't you? Why are they doing this to you......."

The figure didn't seem to hear the voice of the prime minister behind him, and walked forward with one mind.

He walked to the coffin and gently pulled up the prime minister's wife, who was almost crying there, "Mother, don't cry like this..... body is important." ”

"Ahh.......h

The prime minister's wife couldn't stop her tears when she looked at her son in front of her.

"Your sister....your sister is ......"

"Mother, don't cry, my sister will feel sorry for you when she sees it......."

He helped the prime minister's wife up, and beckoned a subordinate to support her, "Pull my mother aside and sit for a while, the ground is too cold, what are you all doing?"

He raised his head, there was no expression on his handsome face, he was Bai Youshi.

The man helped the prime minister's wife in horror, his face was full of fear,

"Yes..... it's our fault...... I'm sorry young master......."

He ignored the man and turned his head to look at the person in the coffin seriously.

Ji Ya had already changed into a shroud, and was lying peacefully in the coffin at the moment, if it weren't for the fact that her lips were too white, almost no different from a living person.

"Sister....Are you cold?"