But in a flash, Shen Qing looked at the woman who was knocked down by Lian Mo at his feet, and he knew it in his heart. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

Her eyes were cold, her red lips had a cold arc, and she was about to speak, but she saw the woman who was prostrate on the ground and suddenly exclaimed: "Husband! ”

A few steps away, Lian Che slowly fell to the ground, a mouthful of purple flowing out of the corners of his lips, and a large stream of blood continued to gush out of his chest like a spring, instantly infecting the white robe.

Shen Qing was stunned, and Yin Luo had already rushed over.

She looked at Lian Che lying on the ground with a dead face, her hands trembled, and she pressed on the place where purple blood kept bubbling, but she couldn't stop it, and a large stream of blood rushed out like a flood that burst the embankment, she couldn't speak, she could only keep whimpering, and kept shaking her head, as if she didn't believe the facts she saw in front of her,

Shen Qing pulled Lian Mo, who was still cold, and walked over.

Feng Qingyun and Mu Liuyun, who were in a hurry to save Shen Qing, were relieved when they saw that Shen Qing was fine, but when they turned their heads, they saw that Lian Che had fallen in a pool of blood, and they were both stunned.

Lian Che's dead eyes suddenly lit up when he saw Shen Qing, and his thin white lips opened slightly, "Qing'er..."

Two words, faintly but clearly, drilled into her heart.

He raised his hand vigorously and looked at Shen Qing with his gaze persistently.

There is nothing but love in full bloom.

Shen Qing's heart seemed to be stung by something, this was the first time she had seen such pure love in Lian Che's eyes.

It's not that she doesn't know that he likes him, but Lian Che in the past, high, proud and domineering, although he likes her, he always looks down with his innate nature, like a charity to her.

Such a liking inevitably disgusted her.

But at this time, at the moment when his heart was pierced, the feelings in his eyes were so pure, as clear and natural as a newborn baby.

She raised her hand to seal several large holes on his chest, and the purple blood flow was only a little slower, and everyone knew that this was just a world to delay his death.

Shen Qing looked at the hand he was struggling to raise, hesitated for a moment, and finally shook it.

The fine purple glow in Lian Che's eyes flashed with a slight warmth, and he pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slowly and laboriously.

"I'm also thinking about my weakness... What is it? ”

He tightened his grip on her hand, his purple eyes staring at her. "Until just now, I didn't know that my weakness... It's you! ”

"Qing'er—" His hand lifted with difficulty, close to her face, as if he didn't want her fair face to be stained with blood, his bloody fingers tracing her silhouette through the thin air.

There were still traces of him on his lips that were smug and bright red, and he wanted to say something with a smug look in his eyes, but suddenly his throat choked, and he coughed desperately.

Yin Luo hurriedly put his head gently on her lap, and saw the faster blood flowing in his chest as the cough became more intense, and tears welled up again.

"Husband... No! Don't leave Lore! ”

Lian Che was speechless, glanced at her apologetically, and turned his gaze to Shen Qing again.

Purple blood gushed out of his mouth, but his gaze never left her face.

The cough gradually stopped, and he lay down calmly, the fine purple brilliance in his eyes gradually annihilated, revealing the original light ink.

The strength of holding her wrist gradually loosened, Shen Qing's heart trembled, his previous arrogance and domineering seemed so thin at this moment, but at the moment when he was about to die, she was flustered in her heart.

Red lips trembled and spat out a word.

"Lian Che, don't die!"

The faint purple light in the inky eyes flashed, the corners of the lips rose upward, and the fingers regained a little strength.

Her stunning face was clearly reflected in her eyes, and as the last light on her long eyelashes disappeared, the eyes that reflected her face were slowly closed.

The hand that was holding her tightly a moment ago finally fell to the ground, and the once domineering and rampant and invincible emperor finally fell.

"Your Highness, the obstacle between you and me is not others, but I don't want to enter the palace from the beginning to the end."

"My husband can only have one woman."

"I don't like you, not at all."

Shen Qing half-squatted and looked at the dead Lian Che in a daze, and her mind kept echoing the words she had rejected him at the beginning.

But in just three years, it is such a thing.

And I thought of the despair and panic in his eyes when he asked her in the blue mist if she had ever loved him. My heart was suddenly cold.

She raised her eyes and unexpectedly met Yin Luobi's bloodshot eyes.

However, there were no tears in those eyes, she just looked at her with a gaze full of hatred.

"Shen Qing, how can a woman like you deserve his love? You don't deserve it! ”

Shen Qing just looked at her quietly, except for the sudden pain in his heart, he was not shocked or angry.

The palm of her hand was held by a cold palm, and her cold heart strangely returned a little warmth.

Lian Mo took a deep look at the man who had lost his breath in Yin Luo's arms, and a thick dark color flashed in his inky eyes.

Even Che can do it like this.

Shen Qing stared at Yin Luo's face that was so sad that he trembled, and spoke lightly. "It's not about you!"

With Lian Mo helping her up, restraining the slight tremor of her legs, she walked away. She didn't know why she was here, and such sins seemed to be a little more than she could bear.

Just walked less than five steps, Yin Shang panicked exclaimed behind him. "Luo'er!"

She turned abruptly.

Yin Luo was half-holding a dagger glowing with silver light in his hand, which was originally the dagger used to kill her.

At the blade of the dagger, a line of blood red flashed, dripping on the tip of the knife.

A dazzling blood-colored flower bloomed on Yin Luo's chest. She bit her pale lip and said with difficulty: "In this life, my daughter is not filial, and I don't ask my father for forgiveness, I just ask that if there is an afterlife, I will be my father's daughter to redeem her... Iniquity in this life! ”

Yin Shang's trembling hand helped her wipe away the bright red that kept pouring out of the corners of her mouth. "Luo'er, don't speak, Daddy won't let you have anything to do."

Yin Luo shook his head weakly. "Daddy, don't waste your efforts, my husband is dead, I categorically didn't... The courage to live again, in this life... Only for the right .. Can't live Daddy. ”

"Luo'er don't say it....." He raised his head, looked at Shen Qing in pain, and opened his mouth to say something.

The lazy voice of the wind and clouds suddenly sounded. "Her heart is pierced, and even the gods can't save her." If she can save it, she can't save it, this woman dares to harm his apprentice, and he didn't do it himself.

Shen Qing looked at Yin Luo, who was all blood-red, and shook his head lightly. Feng Qingyun is not wrong, even if she wants to save it, she has no power to return to the sky.

"Ahem, ahem... Ahem.." Blood blocked her throat, Yin Luo coughed desperately, she grabbed the corner of Yin Shang's clothes, and said with her last strength: "Put me.. Ahem.. and husband, buried together.. I.. I.. No...."

Her white wrist suddenly weakened, and her last words stuck in her throat, unable to speak again.

"Luo'er!" Yin Shang's grief-stricken cries resounded on the cliff.

"Amitabha! Wonderful! Wonderful! Jingkong and Yanwei stepped forward, chanting something quickly in their mouths, with compassion on their solemn faces. (To be continued.) )