The purple figure in the sky was like a carving, not moving a bit, still maintaining the state of transmitting power for Mu Hanyue.

Emperor Luochen on the side just looked at him quietly, without opening his mouth to stop him, without any movement, quietly, the indifferent pupils were slowly changing, and there was some complexity in his eyes.

Why didn't God treat this pair of lovers who loved each other well, why did he play such a trick on them?

Just because he hadn't been involved before didn't mean he didn't know what was going on between them.

The destruction of the Orvis continent almost made that woman collapse. If it weren't for the two children in the womb, I'm afraid they would have gone with Jun Moye by now.

He didn't understand why there were so many sad and painful things between two people together, and there were so many difficulties and sufferings.

He is the emperor, she is the god, above ten thousand people, and there is no need to be afraid of others. But there are still so many difficulties to face, and the obstacles ahead are still there, as if they are trying to destroy the existence of the two together.

Until now, he still didn't know why Qingyuan treated them like this, and what secrets she kept in her heart.

Turning her head to look at the green-clothed woman in the sky with tears pouring down her face, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, she should know something.

The Holy Lord of Qingyuan.

The Holy Lord of Qingyuan.

sighed softly in his heart, for the first time, he found that he didn't know anything about Qing Yuan, who had been by his side for many years.

Time passed slowly, and the golden light that surrounded the two of them slowly receded at this moment, like a tide. Come quickly, and retreat quickly. And the spiritual power that was continuously instilling into Mu Hanyue's body in the heavens and the earth was also interrupted at this moment, and quickly disappeared with that golden light.

Without the support of spiritual power, without the protection of golden light, the woman's body on the cold ice = chuang= has not changed at all, the cold is still cold, the sleep is still the same, and there is no life breath circulating on the body, as if everything done before is in vain.

The skin like snow is even more crystal clear than the ice and snow against the backdrop of the cold ice = chuang=, as if it is about to melt here and disappear into the world in the next second.

Jun Moye slowly raised his head, a touch of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth, bloodthirsty and demonic, his already demonic face became more and more bewitching and sexy at this moment, and his whole body was filled with a terrifying and terrifying atmosphere.

The breath of death permeated the body, so dark. It's so terrifying, it's so terrifying, it's too much to come near.

The emperor Luochen on the side was closest to him, so he sensed it most clearly. The resolute aura that came from Jun Moye's body was so obvious.

The sadness in his heart could not be confided, the pain in his heart could not be vented, he could only watch quietly from the sidelines, unable to empathize.

He wanted to say that she would not die, that there would be miracles, and that there was hope.

But even he can't deceive himself, how can he deceive the evil emperor Jun Moye.

A pair of purple pupils lost their luster at this moment, although they were not dim, but they were deep. The sadness in the depths of his eyes seemed to overflow his eyes, and a drop of purple liquid came out of his eyes, slowly slid down his cheeks, and then dripped between Mu Hanyue's eyebrows.

Emperor Luochen was surprised by his extremely sad tears, and his heart was a little horrified. And Jun Moye slowly closed his eyes, his long and thick eyelashes were slightly moist, and his tears were not dry.

Sadness starts from the heart, and it is distressing to the extreme.

It was precisely like this that the two of them did not see that the purple teardrop did not slide down, but seeped into Mu Hanyue's eyebrows and disappeared.