The voice was cold, there was no weak deathbed entrustment, only the fierce jade was burned.

"Okay, look at the end of the world, Brahma Pavilion, either you die or I die, and never stand in the world, Emperor Brahma, I want him to die without a place to be buried."

A bloody oath resounded through the gloomy valley.

Even the Brahma Pavilion forces on the victorious side couldn't help but shudder.

"Very good." A hint of relief flashed in Yun Qiong's eyes, the stubborn eyes looked at Luo Yu deadly, the raised fingers, and the resolute did not move.

Everyone, following the fingers of the cloud dome, looked at Luo Yu.

"This woman, you swear to me, as long as I don't agree, even if you are reluctant to kill her in this life, you will never allow her to step into my world, never marry her, you swear to me."

This Jun Luoyu is so scheming, the only time her imperial brother was emotional, but he was deceived like this, if he was soft-hearted in the future, she wouldn't be able to catch up with the second time.

She cut off this thought for him today, and cut off this way back.

She lives and dies in the clouds, and if she agrees, it is impossible in this life.

"No, what does it have to do with her......" Yun Jitian slowly raised his head, and a trace of red slowly flowed down his cheeks.

That is, blood and tears.

"She's a spy, she's a liar, ......"

"I believe in her, even if she deceives all the people in the world, she won't lie to me, I believe it." The clouds kill the sky with blood and tears, but they are as strong as iron.

He believed in Luo Yu, as for Luo Yu's father, he believed it wrongly, but he had nothing to do with Luo Yu.

I believe that the two words resounded in the sky, echoing for a long time, so sonorous, so containing an indescribable determination.

Tears poured out, and the slightest bit of strength turned into tears, rolling down.

I believe, I believe.

At this time he still believed in her, and he still believed in her.

In this life and this world, there are clouds and heavens to know each other, what regrets she has in this life, what regrets.

The cold wind suddenly rose, and the light white dots flew under the cloudy sky.

Luo Yu looked up with tears streaming down her face, watching the white snow fall from the sky and fall down one after another, so icy, so cold.

Snow, snow in September, God, snow.

There are no tears in the sky, but only flakes of snow remain.

God, is it also signaling her innocence?