Why would he ...... Dead at her hands?

Qingshuang's mind was in a mess, and at this moment, only by holding Mo Xian and perceiving his existence could she not panic and collapse.

In the evening, the temperature plummeted, and the goose feathers fell in heavy snow.

The body temperature of the person holding it gradually cooled, and Qingshuang pressed his face against his heart, and even if he was cut by the blade of the sword, he didn't seem to feel pain. Although he couldn't hear his heartbeat, he still whispered softly to himself: "You don't listen to it, why don't you wear more clothes every time you come out, and your body is so cold."

When the winter was over, we settled in this courtyard and went anywhere.

When the time comes, I will be able to accompany you to plant some vegetables in front of the yard, go hunting in the mountains with you, and read your favorite books together......"

Qingshuang babbled something again, as if Mo Xian was just asleep. When he wakes up, he'll be able to do what she's said to be with her.

In the end, Qingshuang couldn't control it anymore and buried her face in his chest, tears mixed with blood staining a large area of white clothes.

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I don't know how long I stood in the snow, until it was dark, and Qingshuang didn't move a bit.

His hands were frozen and stiffened, and he didn't let go, stubbornly clenching him, as if this would prove that he was still there.

The snow fell all over their bodies, and the two of them stood in the courtyard like sculptures until they were buried by the snow.

The sun rose and the moon set, for a whole day and night, Qingshuang's mind was chaotic, and he remembered a lot of things from the past, including Mo Xian, including things from a long time ago.

She remembered that when she was very young, her father had given her a jade pendant.

said that if she encountered something tricky, she could break the jade pendant, and maybe there would be a solution.

Thinking of this, Qingshuang's originally closed eyes opened suddenly, supported Mo Xian's body and leaned on her shoulder, sat in the snow, encircled him with one hand, and groped for the jade pendant with the other hand.

Finally, he found it in the corner of the pocket at his waist, stared at the dark red pendant in his palm, and resolutely shattered it with a spell with his backhand.

The pendant fell into pieces, but the dark red substance contained in it gradually turned into a human form and floated out.

It's actually a demon king wearing a demon crown.

"Father's ......"

Qingshuang was dumbfounded, her lips moved, and tears flowed down in an instant.

The Demon King looked at her from afar, with a loving face, "I haven't seen you for so long, Daddy's frost has grown so big, it's good." ”

His gaze turned to Mo Xian, "This is the person Shuang'er likes, right?" Although his father has passed away for thousands of years, he has always been by Shuang'er's side, and Shuang'er knows everything that people he has seen. ”

"Father, didn't Father die eight hundred years ago at the hands of the Emperor of Heaven?"

"It's not."

The Demon King shook his head and sighed: "As early as thousands of years ago, when my younger brother came back from training outside, he took advantage of my unpreparedness to kill me, robbed me of the powerful strength of my royal bloodline, turned into my appearance, and became a demon king in the demon clan.

I am afraid that everything that happened this time was also designed by him. This person beside you is the body of a god and demon that will not come out for thousands of years, and if he takes away his bloodline, he will be able to achieve a great position. ”

Everything the Demon King said completely subverted Qingshuang's perception all along.

But she couldn't think about it anymore, the cold and bone-chilling temperature of the person in her arms made her panic, "Father, please help me save him, I know you must have a way......"