There was no crying, just the blood-red color sliding down drop by drop from her eyes.
It bloomed on Xuanyuan Che's black clothes, mixing with the black.
Slowly reaching out, Liu Yue stretched her hand bit by bit to the tip of Xuanyuan Che's nose.
No warm breath, nothing.
The storm in his eyes quickly gathered, the beautiful cheeks began to twist, and the crazy aura began to grow rapidly.
Qiu Hen, who hugged Xuanyuan Che tightly, saw Liu Yue's expression inadvertently with a face full of grief, and couldn't help but be slightly startled.
Crazy, that’s crazy, how could it be...
"Ah..." Without allowing Qiu Hen to pay too much attention, Liu Yue suddenly raised her head, her face twisted and terrifying, her black hair flying in all directions, like a lone wolf's howl piercing through the layers of clouds and radiating to the earth in all directions.
"Puff..." The birds started innumerable.
Wild beasts are running around.
Crazy, obsessed, this...
After slashing with a knife, Liu Yue, who looked completely crazy, went limp and fell down.
Behind him, Ouyang Yufei had an unspeakable expression on his face and hugged the fallen Liuyue.
The mountain wind curtain rolls.
The setting sun above our heads is like fire, stretching to the entire sky.
So red, with such a ferocious aura.
The breeze blew by, bringing with it a chill that shouldn't be there at this time of year.
Time flies by, one day and one night in a blink of an eye.
The blue sky with white clouds remains as soft as before.
The trees rustle in the breeze, the grass blades are still green, and the mountain flowers are still brilliant.
Heaven and earth are still moving.
It's just that some things are different.
A small wooden hut at the edge of the imperial mausoleum, located at the foot of the mountain, was used by unsuspecting hunters to rest while hunting.
The breeze blew gently, and three or two threads of thatch were flying on the thatched house.