My heart was pounding, and I suddenly regretted regaining my heartbeat.
Suddenly, she thought of Luo Yu, that child, her darling.
The hand hanging by her side was slightly curled up. She couldn't help but squat down, "What should I do? What should I do?"
Jun Wuxie never left, but arrived at a small river of the Yugu clan. Looking at the sparkling water, he kept walking forward until he reached an open and picturesque place, and then he stopped.
Standing here, letting the cool breeze blow in his face, his cold face, set against the scorching sun, looked so charming.
It warms the world, but it cannot warm people's hearts.
What happened a thousand years ago cannot be solved by explaining it. It was a knot in the hearts of Qingyue and him, and it was a knot that could not be untied.
Now, it is his fault that things have developed to this day.
However, he couldn't let go of Qingyue, couldn't leave her, couldn't let go...
Time passed suddenly, and it became dark in the blink of an eye.
Under the dark night, the Yugu tribe is like a paradise, with a fragrant earthy aroma, mixed with the faint fragrance of flowers, and there is always a light and elegant fragrance in the air.
The insects are chirping, the breeze is blowing, everything seems so harmonious and beautiful.
Luo Longyu had been waiting in the Jiutian Xuannv Temple for several hours. During this period, he served Luo Qingyue food and knocked on the door, but she remained silent.
Knowing that she was settling her emotions and thinking about something, Luo Longyu didn't forcefully interrupt her.
But several hours have passed, so the girl must be hungry, right? It would be nice to make a little noise if she doesn't eat.
"Is something wrong with her?" Ruowuxin said casually.
Ye Liuhen glared at him, his meaning clearly saying, don't talk nonsense, nothing will happen to Qingyue.
Luo Longyu heard these words in his heart. He and Long Qianyin looked at each other, walked forward slowly, and knocked on the door, "Qingyue, are you hungry?"
No news came from the palace——
"Qingyue, are you in there? Can you just say a word to my brother?"
There was still no sound in the hall.
Only a few people outside realized that things might be going badly.
Luo Longyu was so anxious that he couldn't control much and kicked open the door. He saw a woman in white lying in front of the statue of Jiutian Xuan Goddess, with her back to them. She looked like she had fallen asleep.
"Qingyue, Qingyue..." Luo Longyu walked up to Luo Qingyue and patted her gently.
No response——
He suddenly felt that something was wrong, and quickly helped Luo Qingyue up, sighing that her breath was gone!
"Qingyue!" Luo Longyu was shocked and shouted in disbelief.
Ruo Wuxin, Ye Liuhen and Long Qianyin all found it incredible, why was Luo Qingyue not breathing?
"Qingyue, Luo Qingyue, wake up." Luo Longyu shook Luo Qingyue vigorously, hoping to shake her awake.
Why did this girl lose her breath after just a few hours of absence?
No matter how hard he shook her, there was still no reaction from her.
Luo Longyu's heart was pounding with fear, fearing that what happened a thousand years ago would happen again. At that time, Qingyue chose to lose her soul. What happened to her today?
Did she choose to commit suicide?
No matter how much he thought about it, he thought it was impossible. Although he hated it very much, he believed that it was impossible for Qingyue to do such a thing.