A king can only die in his own country and be buried in his own royal tomb.
Liuyue's eyes, which had never gone away, suddenly turned red, and her expression began to look ferocious.
Yun Zhao sighed softly when he saw this, but he had to say: "The weather is getting bad now, so he can't stop here.
So, we asked Qiu Hen and the others to take him back first, and when you wake up, we...we can chase him quickly."
They understood this, so they let Qiu Hen go first.
Listening to Yun Zhao's words, Liu Yue gritted her teeth.
The crisp grinding sound of teeth could be clearly heard in the silence.
An emotion that is not like sadness, but is better than sadness, spreads silently.
It's so painful that I can't breathe.
Yun Zhao turned his head almost unbearably when he saw this: "This is what Qiuhen gave you. It said it was their route map back. If you want to go back, we...we will pay you to chase them now."
Step forward, take Liu Yue's hand, and give Liu Yue the things left by Qiu Hen.
But seeing Liu Yue taking it without any reaction, Yun Zhao couldn't help but grit his teeth and turned his head.
Liu Yue, who neither cried nor made trouble, only had blood-red eyes, was actually more uncomfortable than crying and making trouble.
Holding tightly what Yun Zhao had given her, Liu Yue slowly turned her head and looked out the window.
The sky is so blue, with white clouds rolling and chasing above it.
The sound of wind blew gently.
But why is my heart so cold? It's so cold that it's suffocating.
Ouyang Yufei saw that Liu Yue's whole body was trembling but she didn't cry. He couldn't help but stepped forward, grabbed Liu Yue's shoulders and said, "Cry if you want to, don't force me."
There is no sorrow greater than the death of the heart, and the pain is so great that it leaves no tears.
If you can cry at this time, it might be a good thing.