"Imperial brother, ahem, do you want me to die in peace?" Yun Qiong's eyes were bloodshot.
"King, you can't continue to be stubborn..." Yan Fei, Yan Chen and others knelt down and gritted their steel teeth.
"sister."
With tears in his eyes, Luo Yu looked at the embarrassed Yun Shitian. She had made it difficult for Yun Shitian, she had made it difficult for him.
"Okay, if you don't swear, Jun Luoyu, I, Yun Qiong, will curse you. I, Yun Qiong, will not let you go even if I die. If you dare to harm my imperial brother and make me Wang Tianya, I will become a ghost and make you live in peace every day.
"
If you are extremely resentful and angry, your eyes will be blood red, which is a sign of deep-seated hatred.
Luo Yu's body shook violently, and his heart instantly hurt to the bone marrow. Suddenly, he opened his mouth, and a mouthful of blood spurted out, splashing on the ground and pouring into the air.
"Yu'er, Yu'er, you..."
Warm blood sprayed on Jun Yun's body. Jun Yun turned his head in shock and shouted in shock at Fei Yan who came over.
Their feathers were not injured, how could this be...
There was no answer, no words, no sadness, and no laughter, just a dull face, only a face that seemed to have no expression, but she could feel her heart crying.
This...this...
"He is a big devil, he...he wants to harm you..." Jun Yun and Feiyan trembled.
This, how come this is different from what Di Brahma said to them and what they saw? Doesn't it mean that this big devil is very bad to their family Luo Yu?
And what is so tragic about this enemy’s curse?
"He is my husband, and he is the person I love most in my life."
The sound is as light as the wind, accompanying the falling snow. It does not touch any dust, but it is as heavy as Mount Tai for a lifetime.
"This..." Jun Yun and Feiyan suddenly opened their eyes, looking at Luo Yu, who was extremely sad and expressionless, and at Yun Shitian, whose face was full of blood and tears but spoke with unwavering trust.
The body began to tremble, they, they did...
The snow is flying, and the sky and the earth are cold.
The white color decorates everything, and the mountains and rivers are the same as the snow.
The flying wisps are not like the tears of separation, but they are more heartbreaking and sad than those tears.
Yun Qiong was satisfied and stopped looking at Luo Yu. He looked back at Yun Shitian and slowly slid down.