"I know, but Qianqian, I can wait for you, wait for you to slowly see me in your eyes, wait for your heart to slowly fall in love with me, one year, two years, or ten years... or even a lifetime."

"...Xiao Leng, thank you. But my heart is already full, so how can I fall in love with you? So please don't love me, so that I can have the courage to ask you."

"Loving you is my own business. Whatever you want me to do, as long as you say it, I will do it willingly." Leng Sha turned his head away, not wanting her to notice the hurt in his eyes.

Murong Qianqian stared at the ripples on the lake and said after a while: "Take me away. I want to know if Yaoyao will look for me all over the world if I am gone."

Still for him, even so she still loves Xuanyuan Yao, why?

Leng Sha's fingers gradually clenched into fists, and for the first time he realized that his heart could be broken, "Okay, I'll take you away, and I'll let you know who loves you the most."

"Hmm~" Murong Qianqian's voice was as light as falling snow, and she gradually felt tired.

The time spent waiting to be found is excruciating, because the result is always unknown. His speculation about whether to find or not is like a dull knife, cutting open the flesh and blood inch by inch.

It was only a few hours, but Murong Qianqian felt as if centuries had passed like this, and she was gradually collapsing in confusion.

Perhaps love cannot withstand doubt. No matter how deep the relationship is, it is like a flower in the moonlight in the mirror. No matter how beautiful or touching it is, it is vulnerable and too ethereal to be real.

Murong Qianqian sat in the carriage, leaning on the soft couch in a daze. She counted the time and found that six hours had passed since she escaped from the palace.

But he still didn't appear, and even the city was quiet. Not even a single officer or soldier came to search. It seemed that her disappearance was just an insignificant farce.

This feeling of being forgotten is very uncomfortable, and my heart is suffering a little bit. I hope that at any time and anywhere, at the corner, the carriage suddenly stops and he, wearing a bright yellow robe, is standing in front of me.

The more hope there is, the greater the disappointment.

Murong Qianqian bit her lip, her eyes were dry, but she was crying in her heart, Yaoyao, was the love in the past just a scene directed by you, just like Meng Fei?

"Qianqian, are you okay? Do you want to stop the carriage and take a rest?" Leng Sha looked at her pale face and asked nervously.

She was caught in the rain last night and had a cold and fever, but she was unwilling to see the doctor and take medicine. It seemed that being so dizzy and sick could reduce the pain in her heart.

At this moment, Leng Sha suddenly regretted it and wondered if he had done something wrong. He should not have destroyed her love so selfishly and made her fall into endless pain.

She should be innocent and naive, and even have a bit of a conceited character, just like when she met him for the first time, she misunderstood something he couldn't do.

Looking at her now, it is clear that those events were only more than a month ago, but it seems that a long, long time has passed, and time has faded the smile in her memory.

Murong Qianqian remained silent. She gradually became confused and closed her eyes in a daze.

Leng Sha was shocked and said, "Qianqian, Qianqian?" He stretched out his hand and found that her forehead was unbelievably hot. He quickly shouted outside: "Stop the car, no~ go to the city and find a doctor."

The carriage braked suddenly, and then heard the sound of horses neighing. The carriage jolted, as if it was turning, but it suddenly stopped again.

"What's wrong? You can't even drive a carriage?" Leng Sha held Murong Qianqian firmly with one hand and shouted loudly outside.

But the next second, he suddenly felt a fierce murderous aura approaching, and then the car curtain was opened, and a sharp sword cut through the air and came straight towards him.

"Let her go!" There was a deafening roar in my ears.

Taking a closer look, Xuanyuan Yao was already standing in front of him, holding a piece of software tightly with his fingers, and the tip of the sword was just a hair away from piercing his throat.

Leng Sha smiled calmly, "She is in my hand. You can try whether your sword is faster or my hand is faster." As he said that, the sword finger was already pressed against Murong Qianqian's neck.

Xuanyuan Yao gritted his silver teeth and said, "How dare you!"

"You can give it a try." Leng Sha smiled.

"Okay, you win~" Xuanyuan Yao knew clearly that Leng Sha was just threatening him and would not really do anything to Murong Qianqian, but he still didn't want her to be in any danger, even one ten thousandth.

The sword blade was taken away from his throat, but the cold sword energy cut off a strand of hair, which slowly fell to his feet with the wind.

Leng Sha took advantage of this and jumped out of the carriage with Murong Qianqian in his arms. With a quick glance, he found that all of his followers had been killed, and each of them had been wounded with one blow.

I didn't expect that Xuanyuan Yao's martial arts would improve so rapidly after not seeing each other for a few years. Could it be that my old guy said that he was the most qualified disciple?

"Leng Sha, put down Qianqian." Immediately afterwards, a clear and sullen voice sounded from behind.

The sound of horse hoofbeats was heard, and when I looked back, there was a sound of Ye Chen in white robes riding towards him.

His figure was lightning, but in the blink of an eye, he was already in front of him from a distance of several miles away.

Leng Cha looked at Murong Qianqian in his arms, and then at Xuanyuan Yao who flew out, and sighed in his heart that today's situation was very unfavorable to him.

It would be a problem for him to deal with Xuanyuan Yao by himself. Now if Ye Chen comes out in this way, let alone win, even if he escapes unscathed, there is no guarantee.

However, he didn't want to give up even more. The woman he thought about day and night was already by his side, so how could he admit defeat like this? With a turn of his wrist, a flute fell into his palm.

With his fingers flying, the sound of the flute turned into a series of wind blades, flying away in the air.

Xuanyuan Yao and Ye Chen hurriedly used their swords to block it, and suddenly there was a flash of swords and a strong wind.

Between the vertical and horizontal figures, murderous aura broke through the sky.

But within a hundred moves, Leng Sha was already defeated. Between Xuanyuan Yao's sword swings, he ducked for several steps and accidentally snatched Murong Qianqian away from him.

Xuanyuan Yao hugged Murong Qianqian tightly with both arms. Seeing that her face was white with an abnormal red color, and her whole body was extremely hot, her heart suddenly trembled.

"What's wrong with her?" Looking at Leng Sha, she wanted to smash him to pieces.

Leng Sha smiled lightly, "Thanks to you, she got caught in the rain, suffered emotional injuries, and watched her parents die of poisoning. What do you think happened to her?"

The fingertips dug deeply into the flesh, and scarlet blood flowed out from between the fingers. Xuanyuan Yao hated himself and why he made her kneel outside Haoxuan Palace at that moment.

He gently placed Murong Qianqian in the carriage, took off his coat and covered her body, lowered his head and placed a deep kiss on her lips.
Chapter completed!