Chapter 137: Chapter 137: The Finale: Restoring Memory
Chapter 137: Finale: Restoring Memory 1
Drops of bright red and dazzling blood immediately emerged from Long Mocheng's chest. Long Mocheng stared at Mo Qianyue. He wanted to fight back, but the pain from the wound made him unable to exert any strength at all. With the falling air,
The pressure slowly dropped.
Mo Qianyue fiercely drew out his sword and was about to stab Longmo City again when he was stopped by a sad voice.
"No...don't kill the city." At this time, pictures of her life with Longmo City kept flashing through her mind. She remembered everything. She remembered it. Wang Yanru ran to the hospital heartbroken.
Long Mocheng hugged Long Mocheng tightly in front of him.
Mo Qianyue stabbed Longmo City with his sword fiercely. When he saw Wang Yanru blocking it regardless of her body, he exclaimed and immediately retracted the sharp sword.
"Ruolan, get out of the way. Let me kill him." At this moment, Mo Qianyue's eyes were full of jealousy and resentment. He was jealous of Longmo City. Wang Yanru had obviously lost her memory and could not remember everything before, but she still
He hated and resented him for risking his own life to save Longmo City. He couldn't help but immediately tear Longmo City into pieces. Now, there was only burning anger in his eyes, and he had completely lost his mind.
"No, he is my husband and the most important person to me. I can't let you kill him. Qianyue, I'm sorry. I can only let you down. I can't be your queen. I used to be Cheng's wife and now I can't
From now on, I will always be sorry." Wang Yanru looked deeply at Long Mocheng and said while crying.
"Ruolan, I don't mind. I love you. I don't know how to live without you. You can't leave me, Ruolan." At this moment, Mo Qianyue is no longer as handsome and handsome as before. On the contrary, he is trying to compromise.
, begging a woman to stay in a low voice, he looked embarrassed and in pain.
"Qian Yue, I'm sorry. I, Wang Yanru, can only repay you in the next life for my feelings for you. I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." She didn't know how to apologize to Mo Qian Yue.
, all I can do is say sorry.
Long Mocheng, who was about to fall asleep just now, tried to open his eyes when he heard "Cheng" to prevent himself from falling asleep. Just now he heard Wang Yanru call him "Cheng" and felt very excited.
"Ru'er, is it you? Ru'er, is it really you?" Long Mocheng raised his hand with great effort to caress the long-lost face.
"Cheng, it's me, it's me, it's me. I have already remembered it. I am your Ru'er. Cheng, don't fall asleep. You must look at me. You can't sleep. Cheng..." Wang Yanru
Excitedly, he grabbed Long Mocheng's bloody hand and put it on his face.
"I will watch you and won't fall asleep. I'm fine, just a little skin injury, it's not a problem." Long Mocheng said with a happy smile on his lips.
Opposite me, Mo Qianyue's eyes were filled with angry flames, and he held the sword tightly in his hand and roared angrily: "Ruolan, you are mine, I will not let you leave. Longmo City belongs to you, everything belongs to you,
It was you who took away my happiness, you must die!"
The sharp sword tip fiercely stabbed Long Mocheng. Wang Yanru hugged Long Mocheng and held him tightly in her arms. Long Mocheng saw Wang Yanru blocking the sword for him again.
At this moment, Mo Qianyue was blinded by jealousy and had no sense at all. He wanted to kill Long Mocheng. Long Mocheng broke away from Wang Yanru's arms and pushed her aside hard.
"No, no, no..." Wang Yanru watched the dazzling sword approaching Long Mocheng's body, and screamed in fear as her lungs split.
Just when Longmo City was in danger, another shining sword hit Mo Qianyue's hand. Suddenly, the sword in Mo Qianyue's hand fell to the ground.