Fall, fall, sink, sink again.

He fell endlessly in the darkness, and the palace, the palatial courtier, still the cold-hearted courtier who gazed at the monarch with gentle eyes, still bowed three times respectfully, and then smiled and said, "Please look at the courtier's heart!" ”

The cycle repeats itself endlessly.

Darkness and light again and again, the heartless man in the phantom smiled again and again and tore open his chest.

Pain. It hurts to the bone. He was Fang Qingchen, so he couldn't avoid every bit of pain in Fang Qingchen in the phantom. Cut open your chest again and again, and feel the boundless pain and despair again and again.

He was watching and witnessing, but he still reached out again and again, trying to catch the boy who was screaming frantically, calling in despair, and hopelessly trying to redeem everything.

Ruohong, wake up!

In the darkness, Fang Qingchen had unconsciously curled up and moaned lowly. Tear open the chest, dig out the heart, again and again, tear and tear again. Intense pain is layered on top of each other, and even a strong person will eventually collapse.

It turned out that Chu Ruohong had never forgotten that it was he who forced Fang Qingchen to death with his own hands.

This scene had been fixed in his heart for eternity, and in his deepest subconscious, this most painful past, just like that, over and over again, never stopped.

He couldn't stand it. So he closed his consciousness, cut off his thinking, buried this cruelest scene deeply, and created the most beautiful garden for himself on top of the fire of hell.

His life stopped forever at that moment, that day. Under the sunny garden, in the dark subconscious. All the pain, all the sadness, all the irreparable stories, but they are still repeating themselves.

It's just that he can think he doesn't know. He can wait for the person who has fallen asleep peacefully in the sunny garden and wake up slowly.

Now, Fang Qingchen shattered that illusion and sank in prison.

Fang Qingchen didn't know how long he could support it.

That kid. is also experiencing the pain of losing a loved one in his life again and again, Ruohong, wake up!

Bright again, and looking at Chu Ruohong's eyes again, Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth, and suddenly scattered his thoughts that he was trying to reinforce!

No longer try to protect himself, from the influence of Chu Ruohong's thoughts. He spread his mind. Use his consciousness to tolerate him!

Over and over again, endlessly, Chu Ruohong was wailing, howling, screaming in pain, the despair of the youth, the horror of the youth, and the chagrin of the youth. Every bit and every bit is reflected in his mind, in his mind.

Fang Qingchen screamed and shrunk into a ball.

The soul is torn apart. The heart was crushed to ashes, and every drop of blood was as cold as ice, Ruohong, is this your pain? Since there are taboos and doubts, why do you have such pain?

He clutched his heart, trembling desperately, falling, falling, falling. There is no end to this hell. Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth desperately, but he couldn't stop himself from screaming and moaning. He is proud and stubborn to be light in the dust of the place, now. He is also the weak and incompetent Chu Ruohong.

In hell, there is gradually no shadow of Chu Ruohong. The weak Chu Ruohong, with the tolerance and protection of his consciousness, has closed his mind again, hid and stopped looking, and Fang Qingchen, who was too strong, was trapped in this illusion, and he could enter but not get out.

"Qingchen, get better, you will definitely get better......"

In his confused thoughts, he conjured up a beautiful face, tears were still there, and he was deeply concerned, staring at him who was sick in bed.

His queen made great merit to him in the temples of the world, sought medical treatment for him all over the country, granted amnesty to the world for him, and prayed to heaven for him. Stop for him ten days, and wait for him day and night.

However, she couldn't say a word to him calmly, Qingchen, you don't have to worry, you don't have to be sad, I was wrong, I shouldn't be jealous of you, you are the person I love, if I don't even believe you, who else can I believe?

He's been waiting for this sentence, how long has he been waiting?

quit the court, handed over the power, gradually depressed, and gradually weakened, it was all acting, it was all hypocrisy......

Her eyeliner was all around him. The force, little by little, disappeared from him, she was anxious, she cried, however, all the time, that sentence, she could not say.

He kept smiling at her, even if she was transferred back to be able to balance her, even if all the glory of power had quietly faded, he still looked at her with warm eyes. I'm waiting, you know, I'm waiting.

When I finally didn't want to wait any longer, when I closed my eyes and fell asleep, you cried bitterly beside my couch.

My Queen, I never told you, I'm human too, I'm also in pain, I've always been in pain......

Trembling and falling, this darkness never ends, this hell never ends.

"Qingchen, I misread you! How could you do such a thing? ”

His beautiful wife came in a rage and was slapped in the face.

He sneered slightly, indifferently avoiding. I'm really embarrassed, according to the rules, no matter whether he is at fault or not, as long as the monarch is so angry, he should obediently take a slap, and then kneel down and plead guilty. However, he was never a docile subordinate, much less a virtuous husband. He always remembered that she was his wife, but he always didn't want to remember that she was also his queen.

What was the beautiful woman accusing him of? He was too lazy to listen. He deliberately connived at the clumsy conspiracy that happened to him, but in fact, it was only ...... Reluctant. He would want to see if she could only give it to her, then, love, trust, respect, understanding, whether she would be willing to leave it to him.

He was just making a fool, knowing the result, but he still tried one last time, wanting to try one last time, between her and him, there was still one last little chance.

As the angry flames engulfed the entire palace, including him, he heard her terrified and grief-stricken cries. And he, smiling indifferently, poured himself a glass of wine, and drank it all as the flames rolled up the corners of his clothes.

My wife, as a queen, may never understand. A slap in the face, even if it doesn't hit someone, can still hurt people like this.

Fang Qingchen gritted his teeth, gurgling, burning himself, and the heart of his left chest was still painful to the bone.

"Light dust, whether it's this pot of water, or in the future

Now, it's up to you to get half of me. I'll give you half of it. ”

"Qingchen, if you don't have you, even if you win the world, what good will it do me!"

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"Qingchen, such a world, I share it with you!"

Fang Qingchen closed his eyes. I don't want to think, I don't want to perceive. However, that quenching sword still did not give up, piercing through the body!

Yan Li, I'm in pain! For so many years, I have traveled all the way with you, and I have won a hundred battles, and you always feel that I will never be afraid of any blow. Never be afraid of any strong enemy, have you forgotten that in fact, I am also a person......

You told me plainly. In the future, instead of calling yourself by your own name, you should be addressed with honor. You have casually ordered that when you face the king, I should also untie my sword...... Yan Li, you have forgotten, in fact, I may also be injured......

Fang Qingchen twitched in pain, he closed his eyes, but the picture between the thoughts in his mind could not be rejected with his eyes closed. His eyes were full of the blood of the world, and he cut open his chest again and plucked out his heart.

Why? Why. Fang Qingchen, why do you want to tear your chest open and pull out your heart?

He couldn't stop moaning, and he couldn't tell whether this was Chu Ruohong's subconscious or his own subconscious. Chu Ruohongdi, Fang Qingchen, several lifetimes, hundreds of years of time, every bit of pain that was pressed into his subconscious by him, at this moment, all erupted.

The last bit of clarity was not dissipated, and he knew that he was out of control. He knew that he had suffered the most terrible backlash, and his own divine thoughts had been controlled by Chu Ruohong's divine thoughts. But he was sane, his strength was out of control, and he couldn't wake himself up.

Where is that proud, willful, cruel and ruthless Fang Qingchen? Where is that Fang Qingchen, who played with everyone indifferently? This weak body, this weak heart, is it Chu Ruohong or Fang Qingchen. Fang Qingchen, how could there be such pain?

Ruohong ...... No! Light Dust ...... Don't ...... like that."

He was Chu Ruohong, who wanted to desperately stop Fang Qingchen's self-killing, he was also Fang Qingchen, stripped of those tenacious and ruthless, and was eager to plead weakly.

Light dust, don't die, don't leave me. The mournful boy cries out in eternal pain.

But who would have heard that the man who died with a smile and still looked at others with gentle eyes until he died, was actually shouting all the time.

Ruohong, don't treat me like this, don't doubt me, don't be jealous of me, don't force me...... Believe me, believe me, believe me!

He asked him to go back to Beijing, and he did

He asked him to untie his sword, and he did.

He trained him the best guards, and he kept all the guards in ambush around him......

He guarded the country and his homeland for him, and he, knowing that he was wronged, sat on a high place, looked at all the courtiers, held the ridiculous letter, and questioned him sentence by sentence.

One step, one step at a time. Ruohong, I'm in pain. Do you know, I'm in pain too.

It's just that since you can't hear it, that's it!

Fang Qingchen suddenly smiled gloomily, and gently let go of the hand covering his heart.

It turned out that when he first dissected his heart, it was not that he didn't feel pain, but that the pain was deep, and he didn't feel it, only numbness.

It turned out that it was because he had to watch that scene over and over again that he remembered that he was still in pain at that time.

Scream, cry for help, wail.

He is ruthless, so he deserves to be ignored, and he has no heart, so he deserves to be understood. In this life after life, he is ruthless and decisive, playing with people's hearts, so he deserves to be trapped in the puzzle of another person's heart forever because of impulse.

In the darkness of hell, he no longer tries to break free. He just quietly opened his eyes and quietly watched the moment full of blood again and again. Quietly feel the endless pain of two people, several lifetimes, overlapping and overlapping again and again.

Suddenly, there was a flash of lightning in front of me! Thunder is rising in the sky!

"Fang Qingchen, wake up!"

The flames of the cliff, thousands of feet of ice, melted away in a blink of an eye.

The phantom in front of him who had cut his heart and died, his palm tightened, and the bright red heart shattered into dust and smoke.

In the dark world, there was silence. It's not that he doesn't want to take the opportunity to break free, but he is too tired and weak to have any strength.

There is some warmth in a little bit to drive away the cold, what is the strength, in a little bit of pulling and pulling. However, he just wanted to rest well, lazily and heed any more calls.

It hurts, it still hurts. He just wants to be quietly alone, silently endure this pain, get through it, and survive until this pain is gone. But there was a voice, like a fly, buzzing in his ear:

"Fang Qingchen, wake up, wake up!"

He gradually became anxious, and finally waved away with one hand: "What's the noise!" ”

Feeling that the palm of his hand was strong as if he had hit something, he opened his eyes in astonishment, and realized that he was sitting with his back against the tree, not showing embarrassment, and there was a person in front of him, with his hair disheveled and disheveled, hiding his face and retreating a few steps, glaring at him there: "Very good, your strength is not small, it seems that you have nothing to do?" ”

Fang Qingchen listened to his voice, only then did he determine who he was, looked down at the blood in his palm, and was puzzled: "Lord Wang, why do you look like this?" ”

Even a kind-hearted person like Qin Xufei felt that his teeth were a little itchy: "What do you say? Fang Hou! ”