"What do I want your corpse for? I want you as a living person! Mu Zhengchen shouted.

This dead woman, do you really want to force her like this?

If he didn't love her, such a person would have been shot by him with an arrow.

"I'm sorry, what you want, I can't give it to you, what you can give you, it's just that I don't breathe, I don't think, a cold corpse, if you want me to stay by your side all the time, then, this corpse, you just come and get it." Jing Qingran said.

"Jing Qingran, don't think that I really don't dare to kill you!" Mu Zhengchen said coldly.

In this world, the only person who can force him to this step is Jing Qingran!

"Then kill, I'm here, I won't escape." Jing Qingran said very calmly.

If this is the ending of Jing Qingran's soul, then she died early and was reincarnated.

Before she died, she was very satisfied to meet Su Cheng, a man who was sincere to her.

Mu Zhengchen took a big breath, and for the first time, he was forced into a corner, and he was powerless to fight back.

"Miss Jing, let's go......" Su Cheng said.

"If I leave, you may not live long, and I may not live long, how can I go?" Jing Qingran turned around and asked him.

"Well girl!" Su Cheng called her, and the next moment, held her firmly in his arms.

Jing Qingran lay in his arms and cried bitterly.

Unexpectedly, their pair of hard-working mandarin ducks were really so hard-working.

"Let her go!" King Chen's voice was cold, and there was bloodthirsty pain in his eyes.

The long arrow in his hand had already left the string, the wind was very strong, whirring, and the feather arrow shot into Su Cheng's body accurately, without hurting Jing Qingran for half a minute.

At this time, he was still reluctant to hurt Jing Qingran for half a point.

A mouthful of blood overflowed from Su Cheng's mouth, a trace of blood appeared on his lips, his breathing was almost faint, and his eyes were almost unable to open.

"Su Cheng!!" Jing Qingran shouted his name, tears flying in the air, shattering into eight petals.

Su Cheng still hugged her and whispered in her ear, "Jing Mu, I may really not be able to accompany you anymore in the future, you have to be good by yourself, don't let yourself be wronged, he won't kill you, you must live well, you must live well......"

"Su Cheng !!" Jing Qingran burst into tears and shouted his name heartbreakingly.

Not far away, Mu Zhengchen, who was holding a bow and arrow, was in pain.

Is this how they end? Why is this happening? Why?

When they first fell in love, wasn't it nice and sweet?

Why? Why did Jing Qingran forget about him? Why does Jing Qingran fall in love with someone else? Why is he still so in love with Jing Qingran? Why should they let their former loving husband and wife have such a cruel showdown between life and death, love and hate?

Why?

"Su Cheng ......" Jing Qingran cried and called his name, he was too weak to support his body, lying on the ground, Jing Qingran knelt beside him, stroking his bloodstained face.

"Su Cheng...... Why are you, why? She shook her head in pain.

The whole mountain echoed with Jing Qingran's grief-stricken cries.

Not far away, a group of people were moved by the cry of the well girl.

"Miss Jing, promise, live well......" Su Cheng's weak voice echoed between them.

"Su Cheng!!" She called his name over and over again.

Su Cheng leaned into her arms, and her breathing had stopped.

Jing Qingran screamed in pain.