A smile appeared on Qianmo Qingcheng's cool lips, feeling helpless, distressed, and even more desperate.
Luo Xue really doesn't believe him anymore...Does she really not believe him anymore...
Leaning forward, the sword held by Yun Luoxue penetrated deeply into Qianmo Qingcheng's chest again, and drops of blood flowed out quickly, the red color was so coquettish and so beautiful that it was dazzling.
"Luo Xue, I know that you have a cold and arrogant temperament, and I know that in your heart you must hate the person who lied to you, haha... I don't ask for your forgiveness, I just hope you don't hate me... okay?"
Yun Luoxue closed her eyes. She didn't have to look at Qianmo Qingcheng's chest, she could ignore the bright red color, but why did she still feel so painful?
Why can I still feel the hot blood dripping down when I close my eyes?
She has clearly made up her mind to ignore and hate, so why can't she control her heart?
He really...no matter what the reason was, did he really not want to lie to her?
Seeing Yun Luoxue's hesitation, Qianmo Qingcheng's eyes dimmed, this girl still didn't believe him.
This feeling is really uncomfortable. It is really uncomfortable to be doubted by what I cherish most.
The whole world doesn't have to believe him, but he doesn't want Yun Luoxue to disbelieve him.
He could betray everyone in the world, but how could he be willing to betray her?
I would rather let down the world than let her down.
With a sound of 'hiss--', the tip of the sword sank into the chest again, and blood gurgled, staining the silver-white clothes and dazzling Yun Luoxue's eyes.
"Believe it, I believe it. Who told you to be so desperate? You idiot, you are out of your mind..."
Yun Luoxue shouted anxiously, tears fell, and she shouted at Qianmo Qingcheng.
He really didn't want his life. Her sword was different from other swords. It had stronger spiritual power and great damage.
If it goes any deeper, it will really kill Qianmo Qingcheng.
She couldn't do it, really, there was no way to do it.
Is it worth it to trade my life for her trust?
This idiot is even stupider than her.
"Don't cry, Luo Xue doesn't cry..."
Qianmo Qingcheng caressed Yun Luoxue's cheek, wiped away the tears on her face, and said softly.
"Ice, stop the bleeding."
Yun Luoxue spoke to the ice not far away.
Bing was also very anxious, but he didn't dare to say anything. Now when he heard Yun Luoxue calling him, he immediately took out the pill to stop the bleeding and gave it to Qianmo Qingcheng.
Yun Luoxue's sword was originally an extremely rare spiritual sword, and Qianmo Qingcheng's physique was also quite special. If an ordinary sword stabbed him, he could heal quickly.
But Luo Xue's sword pierced into a body like his, and the blood was not easy to stop.
Moreover, if it is an ordinary injury, he can use compound magic to heal himself.
But for today's injury, the compound technique had no effect on him at all.
We can only use time to recover bit by bit.
He knew all this, but he never thought about it too much. He only wanted Luo Xue to believe him, and nothing else mattered.
Yun Luoxue bandaged his wound, and her already weak body became even weaker. Qian Mo Qingcheng felt sorry for her and held her in his arms to have a good rest.
On the beast carriage, Qianmo Qingcheng held Luo Xue in her arms and told her everything about her.
After a while, Yun Luoxue leaned in Qianmo Qingcheng's arms, raised her little face, looked at him with bright eyes, and asked: "Why is this happening?"
Qian Mo Qingcheng told her that he pretended to be Yin Mo because he had no choice.
He has had psychic powers since he was born, and this is something everyone in the world knows.
Therefore, everyone keeps a respectful distance from Qianmo Qingcheng.
Because of Qianmo Qingcheng's special physique, it is inconvenient for him to do many things.
In addition, he would not live past twenty-five years.