Mo Zhuyue saw outside, Long Canghao was as helpless as a child, he curled up on the ground, holding his body, trembling, and in front of him was the corpse of a beautiful woman.

That woman, it can be seen that Long Canghao looks at each other a little.

Mo Zhuyue guessed that it might be Long Canghao's mother.

There were thousands of questions in Mo Zhuyue's mind, if this was a palace massacre, could it be that more than ten years ago, Nanyue's palace was still built in the air?

After thinking about it, maybe it's because this is a fantasy world, and this noble place is just to enhance the atmosphere.

"Cang, Cang, wake up, don't believe what you see, it's all an illusion."

However, Mo Zhuyue could only see Long Canghao's wood, and he didn't seem to hear anyone's call.

Mo Zhuyue was suddenly stunned, because she saw the helplessness and despair on Long Canghao's face, there was no trace of blood on his handsome face, as if he had lost consciousness of life, his eyes were wooden and desperate looking at the corpse lying on the ground, Mo Zhuyue's heart was so defenseless, and then, a pain spread from her heart to her whole body.

"......"

She remembered that Long Canghao had said that he would come out, and she also believed that he would come out.

However, she had never seen him so helpless, so desperate, so powerless, such a he, like a newborn baby, fragile and pitiful.

She didn't know how long his desperate mood would last, she actually felt that something was wrong with him when she came in, it turned out that he was not as simple as he seemed on the surface, there was also an untouchable place in his heart, and there was also a vulnerable side invaded by darkness, save him, who could save him!

Mo Zhuyue never thought that her heart would hurt so much, and she realized that she didn't seem to know anything about his past, and he always showed him like a king in front of her, and in front of anyone.

He always spoiled her, protected her, and was tired of her, however, he hid himself.

At this moment, he is so fragile, fragile like a child who is powerless to fight back.

Mo Zhuyue's heart was already numb with pain, in fact, he was the one who needed protection and care the most.

Mo Zhuyue stood in front of him weakly, powerless to do anything about his despair, for his dead heart, for his numbness, and for his pain......

A tear left from the corner of her eye, so astringent......

Crystal tears dripped onto the black barrier, and a tear with temperature dripped on Long Canghao's cheek, and he instinctively opened his mouth slightly.

Bitter, heartache, uncomfortable, distressed...... Thousands of emotions, all in this tear, the slightly hot temperature, and the unstoppable emotion, made Long Canghao, who had lost everything, look up and see which distressed pear blossom with rain face......

"Yue'er ......"

His throat was hoarse and he called out to her, and there was a hint of a turn in his lifeless gaze.

Mo Zhuyue saw Long Canghao raise his head, and seemed to see her outside the black spiral nest, and immediately shouted excitedly, and his little face was already anxious: "Cang, Cang, come out quickly, come out quickly, all this is an illusion." ”

"Hallucinatory ......"