As soon as the gray-clothed man walked on his front feet, Chenyu knelt on one knee and spurted out a mouthful of blood.

He Youfan was far away from him.

If this grass is drawn into a circle, then the morning trolling is in the center of the circle, and He Youfan stands on the arc. This circle is not small.

Even when he landed on one knee, Chen Yu still looked at He Youfan, and never left his gaze. He Youfan's speed is very fast, but at the level of Chenyao, he can barely see the route of her movement.

He Youfan also looked at him, and he couldn't tell what kind of love in his eyes.

Chen's clothes were stained with blood, and the wolf was kneeling on one knee, but He Youfan didn't get a drop of blood, and his long hair slipped out of his clothes when she moved, and his long hair dragged to the ground, forming a strong contrast with the snow on the ground.

Around Chenshu's body, large swaths of blood fainted in the snow.

This meadow should be in full bloom in spring, and it is a beautiful sight. He Youfan looked around, didn't know what to think, and laughed weirdly.

Naturally, if Chenyu hadn't been injured so severely, he would have looked at He Youfan affectionately on one knee, and he would have been quite suitable for shouting in the snow that He Youfan Lao Tzu loves you for a lifetime. Ahem, it's also natural, it's just a if.

He Youfan could obviously appear in front of Chenyu in an instant, but she didn't walk towards Chenshu step by step, her pace was very slow, and she was so quiet that there was no sound at all. In such a quiet scene, the small snowflakes floating silently in the air are extremely eye-catching.

"Do you know what kind of place this is?" He Youfan approached Chenyu, there was still a long distance between the two, she had to say in a loud voice, but her voice seemed very ethereal, "Hmm...... Naturally, you won't know. ”

The color in Chenyu's eyes sank a little, and the scene in front of him began to blur, and He Youfan's voice became much clearer.

"I waited for ......" He Youfan frowned, as if he couldn't remember, "I waited for you for a long time, but you didn't come, Chenyu, I can't find you." ”

He Youfan remembers this...... How long ago? She didn't know how long she had been in the dark room.

She waited from the ice and snow until the spring flowers bloomed before her heart gradually died, leaving the hut, she had been here, when the spring solstice, here was a sea of flowers, but now it is white.

He Youfan passed by a corpse, lowered his body, picked up the dagger on the corpse's waist, and held it in his hand.

This action He Youfan did it very naturally and smoothly, without stopping.

It's very close to the morning troll.

He Youfan walked in front of Chenyu, squatted down, and was at eye level with Chenyu.

The scene in front of Chenshu has become dim, and even He Youfan can't really see it. He Youfan stretched out his hand and covered Chenyu's blood-stained face, and her clean fingers were also stained with blood.

"You're badly hurt. He Youfan commented indifferently, his eyes were full of blood.

Chen Yu pursed his lips and pulled out a hint of a smile, such a simple smile, but He Youfan couldn't understand what his feelings were.

He Youfan stroked the pulse on Chenyao's neck with one hand, and felt the faint pulse on his fingertips, one by one, slowly and heavily, as if he had been stretched to the extreme.

He Youfan's other hand holding the dagger was slowly raised, and the tip of the knife was against Chenyao's heart.

He Youfan treated his lover with one hand as if he were a lover, and his movements on the morning pulse were very gentle, but with the other hand, he seemed to treat a mortal enemy who had been caught, and he was unhurriedly aimed at his death point with a sharp blade.

If you ignore the blade in He Youfan's hand, they are really like a couple who depend on each other.

"Rest," He Youfan said softly, elegantly and coldly, "Good night." ”

The knife in He Youfan's hand slowly stabbed into Chenyu's chest, and Chenyu was probably numb and couldn't feel pain, or maybe for other reasons, he didn't move a point, or showed an uncomfortable expression. The coldness in He Youfan's eyes gradually became numb, as if something had been hollowed out, the hand holding Chenshu tightened a little, and the knife in his hand pierced it even more.

"Don't go. Chenyu, who was leaning on her shoulder, said suddenly, softly as if whispering, but extremely persistent.

If you're going to let me die by your sword, I'm willing.

But don't leave, no matter what.

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Chenshu: You Fan, don't go!

He Youfan: ...... [Never look back

Author: [Killed by Morning Drag]

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