Chapter 547: Prime Minister, please don’t be shy [242]
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Chapter 547 Mr. Xiang, please don’t be shy【242】
Her blue sky!
She lives and dies!
Her infatuation, her love, her life——
Zijin——
Zijin!
Haoyue's proud eyes widened instantly, Lan Qingruo breathed violently, her vision was blurry, hazy, as if full of tears or hurt——
"Zi...Zi Jin!" A heart-rending scream came from his throat, and the black hair turned into a head of white hair in the blink of an eye, as if it had been dyed by snow.
Three thousand blue hairs, one day white with frost——
Lu Qi patted the jar twice before turning around. However, when she turned around, she was shocked. Lan Qingruo turned into a head full of white hair.
"Prime Minister, what's wrong with you!" Lu Qi rushed over and held Lan Qingruo's face.
"Oh!" Lan Qingruo opened her mouth, and the blood from her heart dripped down along the corners of her lips.
"Cough cough cough..." He coughed and gasped weakly, but his eyes did not leave the jar.
Vaguely, he seemed to see Chunyu Zijin standing there, smiling faintly at him, as if waving.
Vaguely - Lan Qingruo slowly raised the corners of her lips, revealing a smile on his face that was as beautiful as a celestial being. Although he was pale, helpless, desperate and sorrowful, he had the ability to confuse all living beings.
Lu Qi understood very well that Lan Qingruo's smile at this time was not because of her, but because of Chunyu Zijin.
It is undeniable that she loves to see her husband smile like this, but no woman can tolerate her lover smiling like this to other women, even though this is her own lover.
Lu Qi took a few steps back and walked back to the jar again.
"Master Xiang, are you also happy to see Chunyu Zijin again? Even if she has turned into a pile of ashes, are you still unable to let go of her?" Lu Qi asked in a very calm voice, but her figure was slightly
He looked stiff, obviously suppressing his anger.
Chunyu Zijin, even if you are dead, are you still fighting with me? But why are you fighting with me? Are you using this jar of ashes?
Lan Qingruo seemed not to have heard Lu Qi's question, and just looked at the jar tenderly. If possible, he would like to hold it in his arms, just like hugging Zijin.
In the dream, he seemed to have held her in his arms countless times. Every time he woke up, he forced himself to forget such thoughts. He could not do this, and he could not do this. However, at this moment, he
I don't want to care about anything anymore. In my eyes, my heart, and my consciousness, all that is left is that naughty woman who is fearless, Chunyu Zijin.
Her smile, her cry, every expression and every movement of hers were like drops of clear spring, falling straight into the lake in his heart, and finally merged together, inseparable, unclear, and endless cutting.
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"Pa!" The jar fell to the ground hard, and then Lu Qi stepped on it.
"Master Xiang, how can you look at her? She is just a jar of ashes. I will poke her bones and scatter the ashes, so that you will completely forget her. There will no longer be Chunyu Zijin in this world, even with her ashes.
None!" Lu Qi's feet stepped hard and swept.
Lan Qingruo's eyes were round and her body was struggling violently. However, she could do nothing. She could only watch helplessly. In the end, everything broke out into an angry roar: "Zijin——"
Lu Qi stopped because of his cry. When she looked at Lan Qingruo again, she found that he seemed to be crazy. His silver hair was disheveled, bright red blood was dripping from his lips, and his eyes were wide and bulging.
The veins that popped up, and the tears that fell from the corners of the eyes.