Chapter 140: How Much Tenderness and How Much Dreams

"Xianggong! I don't know the way of the sages, but I also know a few words of truth. How can there be a reason in this world where a husband dies and a wife and concubine survive! ”

Weaver Niang, she has a complex heart under her empathetic appearance, without a tough heart, she will not survive more than a dozen springs and winters alone, without a soft heart, how can her expression make people feel distressed like this at this time.

How much tenderness and how many dreams, is it a piece of paper that is cut off.

Chen Baichuan looked at her resolute and stubborn face, and knew that she had made a stinky move, Weaver Niang was not a marionette, she had her own consciousness and ideas, and now it seemed that her choice was very clear, how could she be at the mercy of Chen Baichuan.

Why is this so painful?

Chen Baichuan wanted to go and take the dangerous sword off the neck of the weaver girl, but as soon as he took a step, the whole person shook and almost gnawed the mud.

It was already hard for him to support his whole body with his feet, and it was delusional to want to drive his body forward. Besides, when Chen Baichuan arrived in front of Zhiniang, it would be difficult for him to take the sword back with his mouth when he couldn't lift his arm?

"Weaver Niang, put down your sword quickly." Chen Baichuan's attempts were useless, and in the end, he had to rely on his mouth to persuade Weaver Niang.

Too late.

The weaver girl opened her red lips, and the smiling face tormented the flowers in the world. There is a bay of autumn water in her eyes, and the feelings and romance that a woman should have are integrated in the last eye. Farewell, my father-in-law.

The iron blade gently cut through the snow, and the rose-colored liquid was slowly released, dyeing the delicate brocade red.

Weaver Niang's expression began to stiffen, and finally stopped at the shy smile. That smile is inexplicably reminiscent of an epiphany, as long as the beautiful side is left in the world, it is useless to wither.

Chen Baichuan stared blankly at the corpse that had lost its support and was limp on the ground, and blood was still gushing out along the wound. He tried to rush over to plug the wound, but his disobedient body pulled him back again. He couldn't do it, not even to appease the remnants of Weaver Niang.

"Ah...... Ahem......"

He opened his mouth to vent all the depression in his chest, but his chest was tight, and the blood that had accumulated from the damage to his internal organs coughed out of his mouth along the violent ups and downs of his chest.

The bright red color was dotted on the ground, and Chen Baichuan wanted to stand up, but he still couldn't. He put away the surprise on his face, and instead laughed, laughing maniacally.

He tilted his head and laughed until the end of the laugh was suffocating again.

Nothing, nothing.

The village is in ruins, and only the cold corpse of the weaver is left.

He watched it all play out, and there was nothing he could do. The villagers' souls will not forgive themselves, and the weaver will not forgive themselves. He couldn't do anything.

"I didn't expect her to ...... She'll ......."

The thin boy in front of him looked like a child who had done something wrong, and his eyes and tone were full of dodge.

I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it, it was a fresh life lost. Why, just because that thin young man is called Wei Chong, all the people in the world are his people, everything you can see is his private property, everything is at his disposal, and everything is determined by his likes and dislikes.

So he was able to ignore Chen Baichuan's cold gaze and leave under the cautious escort of the guards, leaving only the fate of the weaver girl to be buried.

It was as if a lightning bolt struck Chen Baichuan, tearing through the fog that covered the answer, and the answer suddenly appeared in his heart.

Strength, is power.

Emperor Wei Chong has absolutely powerful power, he ordered Chen Baichuan to flee for thousands of miles, his tone was dissatisfied that the village was in ruins, he didn't expect that so Zhi Niang died.

Something crazy grew in Chen Baichuan's heart, occupying almost his entire heart, his round eyes were bloodshot, and he was panting. It's a common thing to say, and it's a thirst for power.

If the devil appeared at this moment in the steps of the Middle Ages, Chen Baichuan would definitely not hesitate to sell his soul. The world after death can't be cared about, he just wants to have the power to take revenge at this moment, the power to destroy the empire that the mighty emperor depends on for his life, and tear it to pieces.

Who can give it to him?

Chen Baichuan quickly seemed to be drained of his energy and withered again.

The devil of the Middle Ages is long overdue, and his soul is about to fall into a new round of reincarnation, and he has not yet waited for the devil to appear.

"Ah...... Ah......h

Chen Baichuan went crazy again, he was unwilling!

Why......

Why......

It is a question of the mighty emperor, a question of oneself, and a question of the justice of the sky.

In the midst of the questioning, his consciousness suddenly became confused, his soul seemed to be pulled into a blender, and his flesh and spirit seemed to be easily separated.

Chen Baichuan was frightened and farther and farther away from his body, he was like a toddler who had fallen into a deep well, desperately trying to grasp the things he relied on.

But no.

The world in front of him turned off the incandescent light, and the blue sky, white clouds, blue sea, and green plains were all gone, replaced by only darkness, boundless darkness.

What to do?

He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep, breathing like a three- or four-month-old baby, even and sweet.

"Heaven and earth are unkind to all things as dogs, my generation, only stick to our own heart, go against the destiny of heaven, can we get the right way!"