"Won't you come with me?" Ling Chuxi heard that the meaning of Huangfu Qing's words was clearly saying goodbye, and a faint sadness suddenly appeared in his heart, and he asked calmly.

"I can't be with you right now, it's just going to cause you too much trouble." Huangfu's eyes also showed reluctance.

"Is it because of who you are?" Ling Chuxi asked guessingly, of course, she was referring to the identity of the descendants of the Huangfu family.

The identity of the divine envoy may be noble in the eyes of outsiders, but it is nothing compared to the identity of his imperial family, Ling Chuxi even remembered the disdain when the imperial envoy Qingjue talked about the identity of this divine envoy lightly.

As a descendant of the emperor, he appeared in this world, and he disguised himself as a divine envoy, there must be a reason for him. And Huangfu Qing's true identity, what Ling Chuxi doesn't know now. One thing is for sure, the identity of Huangfu is by no means simple.

Although Huangfu Qing never said it, Ling Chuxi could hear that he was unwilling to bring trouble to himself, and it was all for his own good. There is no anger or sadness in my heart, there is only warmth and touching.

Huangfu Qing was never sure, nor did he deny it, he just looked at Ling Chuxi deeply.

"If one day, I have enough strength, I want you to tell me everything." Ling Chuxi held Huangfu Qingjue's hand and said softly, "Actually, even if I don't have that kind of strength, I'm willing to share everything with you." Her voice was so calm, yet so firm.

Her gaze at this time was as if she was in a forbidden, Huang Fuqing did not care about everything, hugged her into his arms, and was as firm as his gaze when he was facing the flow of a knife.

A touch of tenderness floated on Huangfu's handsome face, and he gently hugged Ling Chuxi into his arms, his movements were so gentle, as if he was holding the most precious treasure in the world.

"If one day, I can protect you from the slightest harm, I will tell you everything." Feeling the nostalgic warmth of Huangfu Qingjue's body, Ling Chuxi's ears were filled with his magnetic, murmuring whispers.

Ling Chuxi stretched out his hand to hug Huangfu Qingjue, and something warm in his heart was constantly overflowing. Deep in my heart, I made up my mind that I must become stronger, never become a burden to him, and one day, I will definitely be able to stand by his side.

Suddenly his forehead warmed, and the soft touch covered him. Huangfu's clear lips were lightly imprinted on Ling Chuxi's forehead.

"Take care of yourself when I'm not around." After Huangfu Qingjie gently kissed Ling Chuxi's forehead, he whispered.

"Well, you too." Ling Chuxi raised his head, looked at Huangfu Qingju, and reluctantly said goodbye to him.

As soon as it was clear in front of him, Huangfu Qingjue had risen from the ground and drifted towards the distant mountain peaks, leaving only a trace of demonic silver in his sight.

Huangfu's figure had disappeared, and Ling Chuxi had identified the direction and was about to rush in the direction of the Southern Xia Kingdom.

At this moment, a heavy pressure suddenly came from the sky, and in an instant, the entire Yingu Mountain Range fell into a dead silence, and even the falling snowflakes were suspended in mid-air, as if everything in the world was still.

What a terrible coercion! Ling Chuxi could clearly see the shape of the snowflakes in front of him, just floating quietly in mid-air.

For the first time in his life, Ling Chuxi felt such a heavy pressure.