Chapter 109: A Night of Cold Rain and Lost Flowers

With a simple sentence, the faint breath exhaled was like a cloud on the horizon, about to disperse.

The moon wheel pierced out of the haze, the water-like brilliance was faintly cast, she curled up in his arms weakly, the scales on her arms gradually faded, and the long pointed nails retracted inch by inch, and finally returned to white ten fingers, with calloused fingertips grasping the corners of the dark clothes, as if she was about to sink into the palm of her hand!

With all her strength, using all her thoughts, all she could grasp was this meager piece.

The night wind howled, blowing people's clothes, and she could no longer feel the cold—only in this man's arms was eternal warmth.

"I like you......"

Her murmur was already inaudible, but it shocked Emperor Zhaoyuan, and his eyes in disbelief flashed like lightning, and then he suddenly realized!

"I want to be as gorgeous as Yuori, and I also want to be as cold as Shicai, so do you want to look at me more?"

The murmur was like a dream, but it was the end of life, the last heartfelt confession, although Emperor Zhaoyuan frowned, he never refuted her, but just hugged her tighter.

"But I'm so stupid, I would actually believe in that kind of evil way and witchcraft, and I have affected so many people in vain......"

In the low bitter laughter, a crystal tear finally slipped from the corner of her eye, and her usually black pupils began to disperse at this time.

It is already the dying of the medicine stone.

Emperor Zhaoyuan's heart was bright, but he didn't want to think about it, he seemed to want to say something, but he was silent after all.

"I'm sorry, big brother."

She said with all her strength, and a pair of snow-white fangs slowly withdrew from her mouth because she had lost the source of her furious power. The moonlight shone on her jade-like face, beautiful and beautiful, but also full of heroic paleness.

The wind rattled in all directions, and the remnants of snow in the courtyard scattered and danced wildly, staining her brows. The cold Jinghua pierced the corners of his eyes. It seemed as if she had gone back to the past more than a decade ago—that night when the snow was all over the stairs, and the water had turned into ice, and she was lying in the corner of the wall covered with filth.

The sonorous military boots occupied her eyes, and she struggled to raise her eyes to look, but she saw that the man was in a dark armor and snow robe, and the spear was lightly loaded, and he stretched out his broad palm-

"Can you still stand up—"

The little Ruan Qi smiled, ignoring the severe pain all over his body, the numbness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow, and the gradually darkening and blurred vision in front of him, and stretched out his hand towards the majestic and handsome figure.

In the endless void, there was no one to catch her palm steadily.

The wind stopped at this moment.

It seemed that only a moment had passed, and it seemed that in the middle of the night, Emperor Zhaoyuan finally stood up.

His face was cold, letting the wind and snow blow his sideburns, and his eyebrows were stained with cold snow, but none of the people present dared to look at his dark eyes.

Slowly, he put down the already frozen corpse in his arms and looked at the three people who were stunned-

"Go back to your room."

I don't know if it was because of panic or something else, Mei Xuan looked at him with a blank squire, and the silk handkerchief in his hand was almost twisted into pieces.

An impatient storm flashed in Emperor Zhaoyuan's eyes, and his voice raised his voice: "Go back immediately!" ”

Seeing this, Ji You pushed her, and reluctantly gave a salute to pull her back to the ear room.

"Mahjong...... Come on, let's go back. ”

With a sudden sound, the tense and solemn atmosphere was instantly broken.

A greeting, mahjong immediately jumped out from behind the big stone on the side of the court, Dan Li leaned down, held it in his arms, and was about to turn back, but was stopped by Emperor Zhaoyuan.

Looking at each other, Emperor Zhaoyuan looked into her eyes - under the faint moonlight, her apricot eyes were clear and faint, and she was not afraid of panic, just staring at her like this.

Her usual lazy smile had been put away, and she looked at him for a long time, as if she had been thinking for a long time, before she held back a sentence, "Don't be sad......

"People die like lights go out, I have known this truth for a long time."

Emperor Zhaoyuan said indifferently, but his tone gradually softened.

He watched Dan Li scramble to clean up the mess on the ground, and finally swept away the sawdust from the broken door at his feet, and was about to enter the room, but he stopped her by a ghost-

"Beware of the portal – bring the closet to cover ......"

He didn't mention finding a palace for them to live in temporarily—if they take more care of them, I'm afraid that the mastermind behind the scenes will also target them!

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After some tossing, the three of them sat down on their respective beds again, but no one had the intention of lying down.

The dim candlelight jumped and jumped, illuminating the figures on the wall, like ghosts.

Mahjong seems to have palpitations, it is still fried into a ball, the fat is trembling, and it meows a few times.

Dan Li hugged it to his chest and whispered, "You asked me why I didn't act in time to save her life?" ”

Slowly, she laughed silently.

"The reason why Meng Liushuang picked Ruan Qi was to cut off one of the emperor's powerful arms, and secondly, ...... To spy on my reality. ”

In the darkness, her eyes smiled into a curve, and the corners of her eyes flowed, "Ever since she was injured by a lightning strike from me when she was stabbed on the road, she has been suspicious of everyone who is close to the emperor's side. ”

"Among the three sect masters of the Heavenly Gate, I am the only one who never shows up in front of people—the person who cannot be mastered is extremely dangerous to her. The three councils are about to be held, and if my true identity is found out in advance, this unpredictable fear will come to naught. ”

Dan Li was unusual, and actually explained to Mahjong in detail, although it was an understatement, but the faint haze and cold anger in her eyes showed that she was not completely emotionless.

"Although Ruan Qi's martial arts attainments are exquisite, it is difficult to fight against Dream Liushuang - a martial artist is not an opponent of a sorcerer at all before entering the realm of a grandmaster."

She seemed to be simply discussing the advantages and disadvantages, and the touch of absolute ridicule in the depths of her pupils was like two ghostly fires, showing the agitation and madness under the calm appearance of her master.

Although her sentence is light, the tone of her voice is creepy, as if she has something else to say, and she feels it.

Mahjong lay in her arms and meowed softly, Dan Li's eyes appeared indifferent and cold, and his smile was slightly condensed, "It's also strange that she is too weak, and there is a gap in her heart to be found, so this is the way of others." ”

She slowly stroked the fluff of mahjong, and murmured coldly in an inaudible tone: "In this world, the weak will only become ants and puppets under the feet of the strong - this kind of total powerlessness, grief and anger that surpasses everything, how could I not be like this back then?!" ”

Hearing the word "back then", Mahjong trembled even more, as if some invisible ghost was coming in front of him step by step.

Danli comforted it softly, "It's all over......"

The tone of the voice sounds gentle and comforting, but it contains infinitely complex emotions that make people wonder through.

Mei Xuanzhi was still struggling with her handkerchief, and when she looked up, she almost froze in fright—

Somehow, the empty smile on Dan Li's lips, with an ominous meaning in the emptiness, was even more terrifying than the evil ghost incarnated by Ruan Qi!