Qu Luo was shocked, grabbed Nangong Baiye's hand and slid it aside.
He walked forward, his black boots stepping on ashes.
There wasn't even a tree behind him, the north wind was howling, and large flakes of snow fell on his cloak.
He opened his mouth, but his voice seemed to be stuck in his throat, and it hurt so much that he couldn't come out.
He no longer has to worry about anyone being able to snatch her away.
Everything ends here.
In fact, that was the first time I met Wei Yuanyuan.
She must have guessed what he was thinking.
She left a way out for him.
When he excused himself that he was busy, she even asked someone to cook millet porridge to keep warm...
But now, she is dead.
He remembered that when he was very young, he slept next to her and would not move away no matter who pulled him.
Until later, she personally drove him out of the devil's house.
He felt that he had been abandoned, and he stayed beside her so humbly, and just wanted to look at her like this, no matter who she liked.
Why did she chase him away?
He had a fever and secretly ran back to Mo's house just to ask her questions.
But that person is always what she needs by her side.
He was simply dispensable to her, and she just didn't want him if she didn't want him.
He hated her so much that when he saw her again, he deliberately pretended that they didn't know each other, just to arouse her thoughts.
She has changed too much.
Sometimes he actually felt that it wasn't her.
She was so crushed that she no longer looked as bright and cheerful as she did in the past, when she was looking for beauty in the school.
She became an ordinary person.
On the contrary, he didn't know how to treat her...
Qu Luo took a step forward, resting his hands on the half-ruined wooden stake, and his voice was so hoarse that he almost became hoarse: "When I was very young, you said that we would always be together. Later, when you left, I
I'm still waiting in the capital. This time, I'm still waiting for you..."
With that said, he stood up and walked to Nangong Baiye: "I don't believe it, unless I see it with my own eyes, I won't believe it!"
Now Qu Luo is like a wounded beast, hiding his wounds and still trying to show off his strength crazily.
He sneered and ordered the boy behind him: "Go and call someone, I want to dig it myself!"
Nangong Baiye suddenly raised his eyes, and the tears under his eyes flashed: "Qu Luo, do you want her to die without peace?"
Qu Luo ignored it, as if he was crazy.
Nangong Baiye wanted to stop him.
However, Beiming Liancheng stretched out his hand to block it. He was still as elegant and indifferent as ever: "Let him dig, and he will give up if he digs."
After saying that, he turned around with Nangong Baiye, his posture was cold and cold, as if he was laughing at his wishful thinking, which was very cruel.
Qu Luo just stared at the desolation at his feet, his body stiff and his eyes red.
He didn't know how long he stood like this. By the time the Qu family's servants rushed over to help him, he had lost any resistance.
He seemed to be extremely tired, and allowed his servants to pull him into the carriage. He leaned his head to the side, and his empty eyes no longer had the evil charm of the past.
The Qu family originally wanted to drag Nangong Rongguang along.
Even Qu Chuxiao couldn't care less about his manners and hugged his back: "Rong Guang, let's go. It's cold here and your body will definitely not be able to bear it..."
Nangong Rongguang was confused for a moment: "Why are you here?"
"Rong Guang." Qu Chu leaned his face towards him, probably wanting to comfort him.
The last time the Demon Girl was imprisoned, she held his head like this for an entire afternoon. She knew that he was in the saddest time now, and as long as she worked harder, the previous things would definitely be erased...
…
Bang!
Nangong Rongguang pushed Qu Chuxiao, who was holding him, far away.
Qu Chu was stunned: "Rong Guang..."
"Stay away from me." Nangong Rongguang's voice was very slow and dull.
Qu Chuxiao bit her lip in grievance: "Rong Guang, I care about you. She is already dead. It will not help if you continue like this."
"I don't need your care!" Nangong Rongguang suddenly roared, clenched his arms, and bit out the word "Go"!
The people who were walking back and forth all looked this way, and Qu Chuxiao just wanted to crawl into the cracks in the ground!
The heavy snow continued all night long with no intention of stopping.
The funeral of the Demon Lady was scheduled for dusk three days later. It was a good day, and the location was well chosen. It was an ancient plum blossom forest, there were no birds, and there were no messy graves. The place was as beautiful as a fairyland.
Both soft and warm.
Only few people came to attend the funeral.
In addition to the mortal women who came to deal with it, there were Nangong Baiye and Qu Luo.
The Demon Lady has lived for so many years, and it seems she really doesn’t have any friends.
When she was in glory, she attracted people to admire and envy her, but no one was sincere.
When she was defeated, her four years in prison made her stagnant and suffered humiliation.
When she came out, the emperor was still the same emperor, but the demon family was long gone. She worked hard to make money.
After she rose to prominence, no one was willing to get close to an old bustard, except Nangong Baiye.
In fact, if you carefully calculate, the demon girl is not old, but she has experienced too much, and the edges and corners she was once proud of have been completely compromised by reality again and again.
She lived in a prosperous age, was too careful, tolerated too much, and in the end it all exploded at once!
It can be said that he left without any worries.
Logically speaking, when a person dies, there is someone who mourns.
The devil's wife was not there, her family had already gone, who could she find to offer a toast and mourn.
Such a lonely coffin, placed in the empty ice and snow, would inevitably feel a little lonely.
Nangong Baiye only glanced at it, turned back to the little man standing on the ground and said, "Go and kowtow to your godmother."
"Hmm." Nangong Xiaomiao showed rare obedience. She leaned her little body forward and knelt on the ground with her two calves. She didn't mind being dirty. She touched her head to the ground and made three nooks in a row.
Nangong Baiye's eyes were slightly red and her voice was cold: "She suffered too much in her life and was always looked down upon by others. Now, I want her to leave more gloriously than anyone else!" As she said that, she looked at the person behind her.
Eunuch Tu: "I'm passing on the order, the three generations of the Demon family have been loyal and good, and they will be buried with state honors!"
The Demon Family finally won back all the glory.
It's a pity that the witch can no longer see this scene...
From the beginning to the end, Qu Luo's face was frighteningly pale, and even the color of his lips was frighteningly light.
He still didn't believe that the demon girl was dead.
To him, a pile of ashes that could not be distinguished was nothing.
But the moment the coffin was buried in the ground, he was so painful that he doubled over.
Nangong Baiye looked at this scene without any expression.
The departure of the Demon Girl may just make these people suffer a little.
Qu Luo is still the tall and tall young man in the capital. No matter how uncomfortable he is, sooner or later he will come out.