There was a buzz in Ye Luo's head. The hand holding the branch penetrated deeply into the sawdust. A trace of red spread on the white silk handkerchief. It was only through the pain that he regained a sense of consciousness. He barely managed to stabilize his body and prevent himself from falling.
Falling from the tree.
It turns out that he has someone he likes, and just one look from behind can make him risk his own life or death. How deep is Mo Yichen's love for her?
"You don't care about life and death, you are in a dangerous situation, what a big statement?" Mo Yichen's eyes showed deep disdain.
The arrogant back stung Ye Luo's eyes. The masked woman opposite could not see his hands clenched into fists under his sleeves, but she could see them clearly while sitting on the tree. Mo Yichen, she takes you seriously.
So important?
The masked woman continued to talk carelessly, "Everyone in the world thinks that Prince Yi and the second lady of the Prime Minister's family are a match made in heaven, but they don't know that they just fell into love intentionally and were ruthless, and their infatuation was in vain."
Ye Luo felt that Mo Yichen was instantly filled with murderous aura and was chilling. He laughed sarcastically. He didn't know whether he was laughing at the masked woman for being bold enough to provoke Mo Yichen, or laughing at his own stupidity.
Have you really fallen in love? I have been escaping for so long, but I still can’t escape my heart.
It turns out that when she saw his careful care for Murong Lian, the sour feeling in her heart was jealousy; it turned out that when she found out that Murong Lian was not the person he liked, the inexplicable joy she felt was love; it turned out that the slight sweetness when they got along was her heartbeat; and
At this time, she learned that he already had a woman he really liked. At that moment, the feeling hit her like a bolt from the blue. It turned out that she no longer just liked him, but loved him...
Ye Luo touched his eyes with his hand. He originally thought that all the tears in his life had been shed just now. Where did the tears on his face come from?
She thought she understood the strange relationship between Mo Yichen and Murong Lian. Perhaps he only took Murong Lian to protect his beloved woman, but she was deeply involved in it by accident.
That’s all, if you lose your heart first, how can you blame others...
"It's such a pity that Miss Murong's heart has been used as a target by you. Maybe it's tit-for-tat, but it's a pity that Prince Yi has worked so hard, and I'm afraid he won't get the beauty in the end. Looking at the woman he loves
Marry..." A gust of wind struck the masked woman and she spat out a mouthful of blood, dyeing her white veil red.
Mo Yichen retracted his palm and said coldly, "Who are you and how do you know this?" He was afraid that he would not be able to control himself and slap the person to death. If he died, it would not be now. She is not such a big woman.
You can know these secrets.
The rumors about Murong Lian and him before their marriage were deliberately spread by the old fox of the Left Prime Minister who wanted him to marry her daughter. But without his acquiescence, the old fox thought that he and his daughter were really a match made in heaven. By doing so
It was just to deal with his father's messy marriage proposal and to secretly search for Luo'er's whereabouts.
No one except his cronies knew about this matter. How did this woman know about it?
The masked woman didn't care about her injuries at all, and smiled proudly, "How about it? Prince Yi, how does it feel to watch the woman you love get married, but you can't do anything? It's just that she's not married, so what?"
Fragrant souls, people and ghosts have different paths, haha..."
A white hairpin-like thing was thrown towards Mo Yichen, and the strange laughter of the masked woman echoed in the woods.
Is she actually dead? Mo Yichen felt a chill all over his body. The cold was severe. The childish little face with a bright smile appeared repeatedly in his mind, and he heard Luo'er calling him Brother Chen all the time.
Mo Yichen felt that his brain was about to explode. He flew straight up on his toes, his deep black eyes turned red, his black hair flew up and danced wildly, and he roared.
The masked woman's laughter suddenly stopped, the wind suddenly rose, the sound of cicadas disappeared, and the leaves rustled. Huge pressure hit her from all directions, and Ye Luo felt a pain in his heart, and a sweet taste reached his throat.
, forced it on with internal strength, and hurriedly took out a pill and took it.
Several muffled sounds of "dong dong" reached my ears, and several black figures behind the masked woman fell to the ground. They struggled painfully for a few times and lay motionless on the ground.
Ye Luo patted his chest with lingering fear. If she hadn't suffered too many physical injuries when she was a child, and was later fed various medicines by her master every day. And because she almost went crazy while practicing kung fu, the master was afraid that she would be in danger.
She had been forced to have internal strength for more than ten years. If it hadn't been like this, she would have died like those dark shadows.
Alas, Master, you are really wise. If it weren't for these inner strength, she would not be alive now.
Ye Luo's pupils dilated and she looked at Mo Yichen in fear, as if she had never known him. She didn't know what Shura looked like on the battlefield, but she felt that Shura in hell was nothing more than this.
Mo Yichen vented his anger and calmed down. His body flew several times in the air and landed on the ground. His red eyes returned to their original color, and his long black hair lay softly on his shoulders, but was a little messy.
"Say it again." There was no emotion on the face of the expert swordsman, still as cold as ice. His white clothes floated with the lingering wind just now, like a god. If the cold voice hadn't penetrated the bone marrow, it would have seemed like everything just now was gone.
It's an illusion.
He did not believe that the little girl was dead. The only warmth in his life, the person he had loved and loved for more than ten years, had left like this. He would not allow it, he would never allow it, and he did not expect to be able to
With her, it is enough to know that she can live happily somewhere in the world.
He was born as an unknown person. If anything happens to him, that's fine. But why can't these people let go of even a little girl?
Ye Luo looked at Mo Yichen's lonely and lifeless back, the suppressed smell of blood filled his mouth again, and he felt heartbroken blood dripping from his mouth.
What kind of thing is that that can make Mo Yichen almost go crazy? How can his body withstand such torture? Isn't it too many lives?
I finally managed to collect these medicines for him from all over the world, but he didn't know how to cherish them, Mo Yichen, you, you nuisance.
Mo Yichen conjured a long silver sword out of nowhere. It was as cold as his own. The corner of Ye Luo's mouth trembled slightly. It was a ruthless sword.
The Ruthless Sword is an ancient sword. It should not be called a magic sword. This sword is bloodthirsty. After the owner of the sword kills the first person with it, he must nourish the sword with his own blood from then on. When he uses this sword again,
You hurt others just as much as you hurt yourself. I don’t know how many people have become demons because of this.