The goose-feather heavy snow soon covered the ground with a layer of silvery white.
"Lingyue, Lingyue."
Lan Qingyue was half-kneeling on the ground, and Mu Lingyue closed her eyes in his arms, motionless, as if she had no life left.
He slapped her cheek randomly, and his trembling voice vented the pain and fear in his heart, "Lingyue, wake up, wake up quickly..."
Why is this happening...[
He actually killed the person he loved, with his own hands... He did it with his own hands!!
The input magic flowed out of her body again. He tightened his arms and held her tightly in his arms, trying to warm her increasingly cold body.
"Cough cough cough."
Mu Lingyue coughed a few times, and all she coughed up was blood, which dripped down from the corners of her lips.
The thin snow beneath him was completely stained red with blood.
"Lingyue."
Lan Qingyue hurriedly lowered her head to look at her. Her tightly closed eyes finally opened, but their usual brilliance was completely gone. The light in her eyes was heartbreakingly dim.
"Lan Qingyue..."
She reached out her hand to touch his face, but as soon as her hand came out, she fell down limply.
Lan Qingyue grabbed her hand and moved it gently on his face.
His eyes were red, and a red tear actually flowed out of the corner of his eye.
Her fingertips touched his warm tears, and her heart felt like a knife. The pain was so painful that she could not speak. Her throat felt itchy, and she coughed a few more times. A large mouthful of blood spat out from her mouth, and her lower jaw was red with blood.
When it reached her neck, her white and smooth neck was also covered with a layer of bright red.
It turns out that dream was really a omen...
Everything in the dream finally happened, and like the woman in the dream, she died in his hands.
Looking at his self-blaming and guilty eyes, she took two deep breaths and said with difficulty, "Lan Qingyue... you... don't blame yourself for this... this... is not your fault... it's
I have bad luck...I don't blame you...Don't blame yourself either."
She doesn't know when she will die.
She clearly felt that her life seemed to be draining away little by little. Maybe she could drag it on for a while, or maybe she would die soon.
Her consciousness began to blur...
Lan Qingyue couldn't say a word, her red eyes were full of pain and self-blame.[
God, what has he done.
Is this God's punishment for him?
Let him fall in love with this woman and let her die in his own hands.
"Lan Qingyue...promise...promise me something."
Every time she spoke, blood spit out from her mouth.
The magic power Lan Qingyue put into her body was of no use at all. Her signs of life were disappearing little by little, and her face became increasingly pale, as pale as paper. The blood on her lips also completely faded.
"Lingyue, you said, I will agree to any request you have..."
Lan Qingyue called her name in pain, her hoarse voice almost crying. At this moment, her body gradually became cold in his arms, and her signs of life disappeared little by little in front of his eyes, but there was nothing he could do.
I could only watch her leave.
If this is God's punishment for him, this kind of punishment will cause him more pain and suffering than any torture.
A weak smile forced out of Mu Lingyue's lips, and she breathed with great difficulty, "Take good care of Zi Jin and raise him up... Zi Jin... He is not suitable to grow up in the devil world. I hope you... still
If I can let him grow up in the mortal world...you...you must promise me."