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What stays is hate or love

Standing up, Hua Xiaojuan turned to look at the group of onlookers. A group of people avoided their eyes and dared not look at her. It seemed that her eyes were gazes of condemnation, but Hua Xiaojuan did not want to condemn anyone.

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If a person does not care for himself, he will be punished by heaven and earth. This old saying is not just a joke. Before a crisis occurs, people will never know what kind of person they are.

They may feel that they will be selfless in their fantasy countless times, and have also felt that they have become heroes countless times. However, once the cruel facts are put in front of them, many times people will change. They may abandon their lovers, or throw away their family members.

Maybe it will be like this, standing like this, watching people in difficulties do not lend a helping hand, and even expecting others to disappear because of their own affairs.

Hua Xiaojuan took a deep breath and said loudly: "I promise you as a princess that the court will not sit idly by. It has not been found out that this is a real plague, and the imperial doctor will come soon. You all go back.

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Everyone hesitated for a moment, and there was also a shock to the Sages in their minds, which would persecute an innocent life and be their own neighbors. It was not really that easy for them to do it.

The crowd quickly dispersed. Hua Xiaojuan turned to the mother behind him and said, "Go back first. The little prince has already gone to meet the emperor. There will be a solution soon. You can take this little money and go find it first.

The doctor prescribed some medicine for him." He stuffed silver to the mother, and Hua Xiaojuan turned her back and turned her head seriously and returned to the palace.

Those medicines cannot cure the disease at all. They are just buying peace of mind.

Sighing, she couldn't bear to look at the child again, that child... the demonic energy invaded very seriously. Lou Yun! You did too much!

The galloping horse ran all the way, and when he arrived at the palace, Hua Xiaojuan did not return to the palace, but turned to where Lou Yun was.

Pushing open the door, Hua Xiaojuan walked through the hall and walked to the tree full of silver flowers. Sure enough, she saw Lou Yun standing there.

Hua Xiaojuan walked forward and looked at him with a reluctant face: "Have you done too much? The demonic energy invaded the body too seriously. This is just a war between you and me. If you have a trick, you will still fight in the end.

Come with me."

Lou Yun turned around and smiled coldly, "I said from the beginning that it depends on me, not you."

Hua Xiaojuan choked, her fingers clenched into fists excitedly, and looked at him calmly: "It's just that I want me to leave Canglanyu and to taste the pain, I'll go with you. This time,

If I don't lie to you, I will follow you."

Don't you lie to me?

Lou Yun smiled sadly, suddenly stretched out his hand to jammed her chin, pulled her in front of him, and asked coldly: "Don't you lie to me this time, right? Have you found a way to kill me if you find it?

Will you miss it like the last time? This time your Rakshasa bow has both divine blood and demon blood, which must be more powerful than before. Why wait until you leave with me?

, Maybe you can kill me now, do it. Feng'er, haven't you said it? You hate me."

I never knew that you hate me, and that the relationship between us could not match that man, and no one could beat the slightest.

Even if I say it will help you get alive, you still don’t trust me, and you still want me to disappear. Even if you know at all, I will never appear in this world again if I disappear.

Feng'er, you are so cruel. How can you compare to the slightest bit of what I do now?

Hua Xiaojuan's pupils dilated a little. She let go of her hand that was clenched into a fist and then clenched, then clenched again and then finally hanged down weakly.

It turns out that a thousand years have passed, and what makes him most painful is not his unlove, nor his marriage to Cang Lanyu, but his hatred.

Lou Yun, you still don’t know me enough, let alone my feelings for you. You can live in death. Do you know that I always think about everything for you and prepare everything for you, but you didn’t before

I will know, and I will not believe it now.

Taking a deep breath, Hua Xiaojuan lowered her eyebrows and bit her lip and said, "Lou Yun, I don't want to argue with you about the past. I just want to accept my words now, and it won't really harm people's lives."

Lou Yun smiled sarcastically: "Those ants have no effect on me. I will not take their lives. Only when the big deal will the people I arrange will be valued. She is different from you, everything about her is better than you.

It's clean, so Cang Lanyu will definitely be attracted by her. Remember to come and cry to me when the time comes."

Hua Xiaojuan turned around and smiled faintly: "I will post a notice to recruit talents all over the world and seek people who can solve this strange disease. If you don't bother with me, Cang Lanyu will find her."

Maybe just as Lou Yun said, she will cry at that time. But that is also a matter of no choice. There has never been a perfect thing in this world. There is no love without any twists and turns, and there is no smooth road.

After walking a few steps, Lou Yun's voice came from behind him.

"Come to see me before midnight tomorrow night."

Hua Xiaojuan's hands trembled for a moment and walked away silently.

After she left, Lou Yun's smile disappeared little by little. The silver-white petals fell on his shoulders, like snow. He did not brush away, and it was silent. Soon the leaves fell on his shoulders, just like

The snow fell like white. He stood like that, as if he was about to grow old.

"Tomorrow, it's the full moon again." He raised his hand and on his arm, there were a few scratches of varying depths, which were scratches that he had never been willing to erase until now.

He should have recovered a long time ago. In fact, no trace can be left behind in his body. It’s just that he has deliberately prevented him from healing this scar.

Over time, he had been confused whether these wounds exist to remember the existence of hatred or to nostalgia for her.

He doesn't know, maybe he will never be able to think of the answer.

He will never find the answer to Feng'er.

Hua Xiaojuan came out of Luoxue's house tiredly, tidied up her clothes and walked towards the palace.

"Go, go."

As soon as he arrived in front of the palace, he heard Cang Lanyu's voice. He turned around and Hua Xiaojuan asked, "How is it? Are there any countermeasures?"

Cang Lanyu pulled his horse with a serious face, turned over and said, "No, but now we can only lock down the city first."


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