Shen Yue closed his eyes, the strength of his whole body seemed to be instantly drained, biting his lip, and the delicate lip flap was bitten out of blood, as if coated with a thick layer of tobacco grease.

She let out a gasp sound.

"It's not me ......"

Shen Yue clenched her fingers hard, each finger was stinging in her palm, she lost her mind, pulling at the man's clothes without a trace of messiness, the corners of her lips were bitten and broken, the blood was bright, like a ghost, and a drop of water slipped down her eyelashes, I don't know if it was rain or what.

She stared at the man's indifferent eyes.

Like a silent roar.

One word at a time.

"It's not me, it's not me, what I hate the most is that dirty means, you don't understand anything, you don't know anything, you're always so arrogant!"

Cheng Qiangong's breath was sluggish, and his eyes were as dark as waves, and he couldn't refute it.

Her delicate and beautiful eyebrows and eyes were drawn down tiredly, her pale and sickly face was not bloody, and her long and thick eyelashes drooped slightly.

Then, she let go.

The pursed lips leaked exhaustion.

She took a step back, a chill leaked between her eyebrows, and her dark and moist eyes looked directly at Cheng Qiangong, "Cheng Qiangong, if you want to go, let's go." ”

The implication of expulsion is undisguised.

It's not that I don't want to keep it, but I know that I can't keep it, and since I can't keep what I already know, then it's better to let it go.

Shen Yue is like this, when he loves someone, he pours out his heart and lungs, and he can't wait to hold the best things in the world in front of his beloved, but if he decides to let go, then he will definitely not drag his feet.

She won't rush Cheng Qiangong away, it all depends on Cheng Qiangong's own wishes.

If he wants to leave or stay, Shen Yue will not interfere.

This is only because he is Cheng Qiangong.

If others dare to treat her like this, she will torture the other party to death, and she can't wait to bite off a piece of the other party's flesh.

But Cheng Qiangong is different.

It was a light in her most desperate darkness, and there was no way to be so ruthless, so she retreated again and again.

Cheng Qian put down the hand in his hand solemnly, his breathing began to be short, half loud, and he suddenly got up, and his voice seemed to be a little angry.

"Your Highness, what do you mean by this? Is it I who want to stay here? If you hadn't persecuted the prince, how could I have been here with a dead face? ”

Shen Yue's lips slurped twice, and her voice was almost inaudible, "Is it my fault?" ”

In the gloomy sight, Shen Yue's exposed skin was white and dazzling, she clenched her teeth tightly, controlling her surging emotions, but there were still some tears on her eyes, like dew, crystal clear and fine.

"You took the initiative to come to me."

She didn't even notice herself crying.

Cheng Qian could see clearly, his pupils were stained with a little warmth.

The pale face, the long and thick eyelashes, the full and bright red lips were bitten and red, and the tears stained his face.

The expression on her face was still very light, if it weren't for the fact that the tears were really fierce, it wouldn't have made people feel that she was crying at all.

The voice was still calm, as if it was trying its best to suppress it.

"I didn't ask you."

"Cheng Qiangong, I never asked you."

He didn't ask him to look back at her.

Nor did he beg him to let her stand by his side.

This is Shen Yue's last remaining dignity.

She loved to cry when she was a child, she shed tears at every turn, and she could cry for a long time with a small injury, but Shen Yue basically didn't cry when she grew up, because there were very few people who could hurt her.

Wrapped himself in a hard shell, blocking any damage, but did not block Cheng Qian's cold words.

The shadow stood for a long time, then turned away.

There was still moisture on the floor, indicating that the other party had not been gone for long.

The houses with incense burns are quiet.

Cheng Qiangong crossed his hands and stared out the window, it was still raining, and Shen Yue rushed out without holding an umbrella, her body was already very wet, and such a noisy movement might be infected with the wind cold.

The hands were unconsciously interlocked, and the finger bones were so hard that they turned white, and they didn't move for a long time.

Long.

He sighed softly.

——

Shen Yue was indeed infected with the wind cold, and the fever was very serious, and her internal organs were throbbing.

In a daze, she had a lot of dreams, and many faces flashed in the dream, all of which were covered with a thin veil, and she couldn't see her face clearly, but she felt that everyone was distorted and weird, like a ghost wearing a layer of human skin, who came to her to ask for her life.

The fog was filled, and the sunlight shone in and blew away the fog.

In the dream, Shen Yue saw Cheng Qiangong.

He was dressed in white, with clear eyebrows and eyes, and a face like jade.

Standing next to Cheng Qiangong was Shen Yaojin, the two of them side by side, with tens of millions of troops behind them.

Above the high hall, Shen Yaojin was dressed in a bright yellow dragon robe, tall and handsome.

And she, alone.

"Your Highness......"

The hoarse and dry voice made Shen Yue feel in a trance, she lowered her head in confusion and saw a patch of red.

Fu'an's face was covered with blood, and he basically couldn't see his original face, there were countless blood holes on his body, dripping with blood, and no piece of skin and flesh was good.

Her face turned white as if in disbelief, and she fell to her knees with her legs, trembling her fingertips to touch the bloody face.

"Fu'an, is Fu'an you?"

Fu An used his last strength to grab Shen Yue's hand, and he grabbed it so tightly that he almost pulled off her piece of flesh.

The blood was still warm.

Fu'anfeng's eyes shed bloody tears, like crying and laughing, and crying blood every word.

"Your Highness, run!"

After saying that, he pushed hard.

Shen Yue was originally kneeling on the ground, but he was pushed backwards, his eyes were foggy, he bowed his head in confusion, and his palms were full of blood.

"No, no......"

Looking at the scene in front of him, Shen Yue, who could no longer control his emotions, hoarsely spoke, struggling to run over to pull Fu'an, "Fu'an, let's go together, let's go together." ”

How could she abandon Fu'an and leave alone, the two of them grew up together, suffered so much, so many injuries, Fu'an never abandoned her, which time was not to save her life.

He regarded Shen Yue more than his life.

Fu'an was lying on the ground in embarrassment, Shen Yue looked at it, and even his fingers were trembling in distress, regardless of pulling Fu'an's hand.

Crying: "Let's be together with Fu'an." ”

It stands to reason that he shouldn't feel pain in his dreams, but Shen Yue can clearly feel the dull pain all over his body, which invades the bone marrow.

As soon as you open your mouth, blood will flow out.

Shen Yaojin's face was cold and indifferent, looking at her from above, like looking at an ant powerless to struggle.

Thin lips, faintly spit out two words.

"Shoot the arrows!"

Countless longbows were pointed at her, and the arrows rained down on her,