With his hand, a black dark element condensed in his palm, exuding a faint light, and his big palm slammed towards his chest, making a loud noise. His steps stumbled slightly, his body trembled slightly, and he almost fell unsteadily.

Qing Yuan turned to look, the man's handsome face was extremely pale at the moment, blood continued to flow from his mouth, staining the placket on his chest, and his white neck was dyed bright red by the demonic blood, and under the golden light, he was very bloodthirsty.

The cold pupils were slightly stunned, and there was some horror in his heart.

Jun Wuyao frowned, and his thin lips opened lightly: "Qing'er ......" As he spoke, a little blood flowed from his mouth again.

The man in front of him seems to be going to fall down at any moment!

Holding his hands tightly in his sleeves, Qing Yuan took a deep breath, and then sneered at Jun Wuyao: "I said that I want me to forgive you, unless you die!" After speaking, his thin lips outlined a mocking arc, and he smiled coldly: "Since you can't do it, then leave here." ”

"Qing'er...... My life is yours, you can take it whenever you want. After thousands of years of waiting, I will never be willing to be separated when I meet you! The man's voice was hard!

He is not afraid of death, he has never been afraid. She wanted him dead, yes. But he will never do what she wants, his love has always been selfish and domineering. What he does not get, he destroys. What he gets, he treats as a treasure!

The woman in front of him was what he got and couldn't get. He wished he could destroy it with a little mercy, and then destroy himself too, so that we could be together forever.

It's just that he can't do it. The tragedy of a thousand years ago, the pain of a thousand years ago, the torment of a thousand years, he didn't want to try a second time.

He couldn't watch his beloved woman fall in front of him, and his soul was gone.

Qing Yuan lowered his eyelids, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and a strange look flashed in his eyes, fleeting: "If it is a house, it should be a house." ”

"Qingyuan!" Jun Wuyao roared angrily! Because of too much anger, the qi and blood in the body continued to surge, and a touch of fishy sweetness crossed his throat, and a mouthful of blood spit out violently in his mouth. The purple eyes instantly turned cold, and he coughed lowly, relieving the sharp pain in his body.

Qing Yuan raised his head and looked directly at him, and smiled coldly: "You don't have to scream so loudly, I'm not deaf." ”

Jun Wuyao suddenly became angry and funny, and the anger in his heart miraculously disappeared, but the sadness in his purple eyes could not be concealed: "Qing'er, we have missed thousands of years, and now we will continue to be wrong?" For thousands of years, I know exactly what I want, and I want to cherish and protect. Between us, thousands of years of desolation. How many thousand years of life can we waste for us? I can't stand life without you anymore. ”

Qing Yuan opened his eyes, didn't look at the sadness in his eyes, and said coldly: "Qing Yuan has no love in his heart for a long time, why should the Evil Emperor chase hard, why should he be so persistent." ”

"Qing'er, do you think I'll believe it?"

"Believe it or not is your business, I have no right to interfere."

"Qing'er, do you really want me to die before you are willing to forgive me?" The man's voice was not as strong and indifferent as before, but low, his voice was full of sadness, and his eyelids drooped slightly, covering the pain in his purple eyes.

Qing Yuan looked at him coldly, and was about to speak, when a loud bang suddenly sounded on the edge of the sky, like a thunderbolt, a big hole was broken, and a rich breath of death rushed out of the big hole, attacking this side, and the distant sky was instantly replaced by darkness......