One hundred and seventy first chapters hate parting sorrow
The Jingren in his arms was peaceful, and there was still a residual smile on his lips. When the lamp of life was about to be extinguished, with only the faint light, even though he knew clearly that Qingcheng's promise was a lie to him.
, he still closed his eyes with satisfaction.
In the tears, there was Xuanyuan Chengtian's cold and handsome face. Qingcheng's tears stopped as if they were suddenly intercepted by someone. He gently put down the Jingren and stood up to look at Xuanyuan Chengtian: "You already knew that Jingren would die.
Right?"
Xuanyuan Chengtian remained silent and did not deny it.
No wonder he didn't say a word or stop Jingren from hugging her like that. It turned out that he had known that Jingren was about to die. Qingcheng was angry! He turned around and grabbed Xuanyuan Chengtian, his fingers deep in his arms, and his voice was like the cold wind blowing in winter.
Bursting out of his chest: "You are so cruel! He has already promised to give up killing and surrender to you, but you still don't let him go and let him die."
"Qingcheng." Xuanyuan Chengtian's eyes were filled with distress. He looked at the sad Qingcheng and reached out to help her, wanting to give her comfort, but she turned away and said, "Shocking Blade can obviously survive!"
There was a trace of hurt in his distressed eyes, and he lowered his hands as he looked at the empty hand. His voice was cold and waveless: "Actually, from the moment he decided to rebel, Jingren already knew that he had only two ways to go from now on.
If the rebellion fails, he will die! The other is if the rebellion succeeds, he will live and I will die! Since he promised you to surrender to me, he knows his destiny clearly."
The shock made Qingcheng's fingertips feel cold, and he was so distressed that he could not breathe. His eyes were sore, but no more tears flowed out.
In response to Qingcheng's request, he begged him to put down his butcher knife and stop killing Lu. Even though he knew it was death, he still smiled and agreed, as if he was just agreeing to the coquettishness of a favorite woman, but at the cost of his only one life.
After going around and around, it turned out that he was the one who hurt him! Qingcheng fell to the ground, lying flat on the ground wrapped in black, his clothes flying, but he was indifferent. In the end, he could not stand up and called her "Qingcheng"
city".
A horse came "tick,,,tick" and broke through the heaviness here.
Qingcheng turned his head and saw two horses coming in a hurry. On the snow-white horse sat a woman in white clothes with flying mantles. On the tall maroon horse sat an elegant man in a green shirt.
It's Qingqing and Qingze whom I haven't seen for a long time. Why are they here?
Qingcheng stood up, but before he could say anything, Qingqing jumped off his horse and ran straight to Jingren. He stared blankly for a moment before shouting in an earth-shattering voice: "Husband!"
Qingze glanced sadly at Jingren on the ground, his gaze resting on Qingcheng's body warmly: "Are you okay?"
"Well, brother!" We haven't seen him for several years, and he is still as moist as jade as always, but there is a touch of sadness in his clean and clear eyes. I don't know who is adding this sadness.
At this moment, he and she are more like friends who have not seen each other for many years. They look at each other like this, falling into the old time. It's just the passage of time. The accumulation of time is no longer all good. The world is changing like a sea of mulberry fields. At this moment,
He is no longer him, and Qingcheng is no longer the little girl with a petty temper who just wanted to live a good life and only naughty and secretly confided her worries to him!
He returned his gaze and looked at the desolate woman who was leaning over and crying. Her swaying shoulders were like white flowers trembling on the black earth. Qingcheng didn't know how to comfort her: tell her that people can't be resurrected after death, so that she can grieve and be full of joy.
How can a sad person say anything to others? He opened his mouth, and in the end he just softly called out "Sister" without any words.
"Qingcheng" After a long time, Qingqing called out and raised her head, looking up at Qingcheng, tears still lingering: "Did you not suffer when Jingren left?"
"No,,, he is very peaceful."
"Oh! That's good!" Qingqing wiped away the remaining tears from the corners of her eyes as if she had been comforted, and her sad face became more and more poignant.
Qingcheng felt a little distressed, and after thinking for a while he said: "He told me to take good care of you, he said you were a good girl, and he said he had failed you!"
"Oh!" There was a hint of surprise in the voice. Qingqing lowered her head, held up Jingren's head, and pressed her face closely against him, like a pair of gentle lovers, her slender fingertips brushed across his broad lips.
The forehead, the slightly locked eyebrows, the sharp nose, the slightly thick and sexy lips, finally stopped and stroked it gently.
"Qingcheng, I love Jingren. I fell hopelessly in love with him the first time I saw him. He is so cold, yet so hot. Although he has never expressed that passion to me.
It has bloomed, but I love him, I love him like a dove to quench my thirst, and I am willing to do everything for him, even if I am afraid of going to hell." Qingqing murmured, as if she was telling her love and love in an instant.
Sad, but it’s a pity that Jingren can no longer be heard!
"He must be very lonely in the dark underground." Qingqing murmured to himself, and kissed Jingren's lips. Qingcheng was unwilling to look at the thin and desolate back.
There was a muffled grunt that shook the eardrums, and Qingcheng turned his head in shock and looked around in panic.
Blood overflowed from the gap between Qingqing's full lips. She smiled and said, "Qingcheng, it's dark underground. I'll go stay with him."
"Sister!" Qingcheng screamed and pushed her body away. The body she was clinging to Jingren had a knife stuck in her chest with the Jingren pointed upward just now. Her right hand held the handle of the knife tightly.
"Qingqing." Qingze also squatted down and shouted angrily: "Why are you so stupid!"
"Qingqing, please stop talking!" Qingcheng's eyes were blurred. She desperately wiped the bright red blood spilled from the corner of Qingqing's mouth with her hands. But she couldn't wipe it clean. The blood flowed on Jingren's body, dripping on Qingqing's snow-white face.
His clothes were dyed bright red, and strange flowers bloomed.
Qingqing looked at Qingcheng, tightly grasped the hand she was wiping her mouth with, and smiled: "Qingcheng,,,,I'll go with Jingren...so that he can never leave me again...he...
You don’t have to stay by my side and think about you anymore! I’ll accompany him when he goes to the dark underground!”
Qingqing murmured, and slowly put her head on Jingren's chest, her bright eyes slowly closed, and she was still muttering intermittently to herself: "I will go with him, it's dark underground."
The voice became weaker and weaker! Qingqing slowly closed her eyes, just like Jingren, with a satisfied smile on her lips, very sweet and satisfied.
"Qingqing." Looking at Qingqing lying on Jingren, Qingze shouted to the sky for the last time, clenching his fists tightly, and tears rolled down from the corners of his eyes.
Looking at Jingren and Qingqing lying on the ground hugging each other, how can the poison in this world compare to love, which can be willing to sacrifice everything for the one it loves, life and death, without regrets in the end.
But why, why does love in the world go in circles? The person you love doesn't love you, but the person you don't love is willing to give everything to you.