He raised his hand, and a black dark element condensed in his palm, exuding a faint light. He hit the chest with his big palm, making a loud noise. His steps staggered slightly, his body trembled slightly, and he almost fell down.
.
Qingyuan turned around and saw that the man's handsome face was extremely pale at the moment. Blood was constantly flowing from his mouth, dyeing the clothes on his chest red. His fair neck was dyed bright red by the coquettish blood. Under the shining of golden light,
Down, very bloodthirsty.
His cold pupils froze for a moment, and he felt a little horrified in his heart.
Jun Wuyao frowned and opened his thin lips: "Qing'er..." As he spoke, a little blood flowed out of his mouth again.
The man in front of me seemed like he would fall down at any moment!
Holding the hands hidden in her sleeves tightly, Qingyuan took a deep breath, and then sneered at Jun Wuyao: "I said, you want me to forgive you, unless you die!" After speaking, her thin lips were outlined.
With a sarcastic arc, he smiled coldly: "Since you can't do it, then just leave."
"Qing'er... my life is yours. You can take it away at any time if you want. After thousands of years of waiting, I will never be willing to lose my mind just the first time I meet you!" The man's voice was hard!
He has no medicine and is not afraid of death. He has never been afraid. She wants him to die, okay. But he will never do what she wants. His love has always been selfish and overbearing. What he can't get, he destroys.
.What he got, he regarded it as a treasure!
The woman in front of him was something he could get but could not get. He wished he could be cruel and destroy her, and then destroy himself too, so that they could be together forever.
It's just that he can't do it. He doesn't want to try again after the tragedy of a thousand years ago, the pain of a thousand years ago, and the torture of a thousand years ago.
He couldn't help but watch the woman he loved fall in front of him, her fragrance was gone, her soul was gone.
Qingyuan lowered her eyelids, pursed her mouth slightly, and a strange look flashed across her eyes, fleetingly: "If you give it up, you should give it up."
"Qingyuan!" Jun Wuyao roared angrily! Due to his excessive anger, the blood and blood in his body continued to surge up. There was a touch of fishy sweetness in his throat, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. His purple eyes instantly became cold, and he lowered his voice.
Coughing to relieve the severe pain in his body.
Qingyuan raised her head and looked directly at him, smiling coldly: "You don't have to shout so loudly, I'm not deaf."
Jun Wuyao was immediately angry and funny. The anger that was rising in his heart miraculously disappeared, but the sadness in his purple eyes could not be concealed: "Qing'er, we have missed you for thousands of years, and now we continue to miss you.
Are you going to go down? After thousands of years, I know very clearly what I want, what I want to cherish and protect. Between us, thousands of years have been wasted. There are several thousand years in life that we can waste.
? I can no longer bear to live without you."
Qingyuan opened her eyes, not looking at the sadness in his eyes, and said coldly: "Qingyuan has no love in her heart for a long time. Why does the Evil Emperor need to chase after her so hard? Why should he be so persistent anymore."
"Qing'er, do you think I will believe it?"
"Whether you believe it or not is your business, I have no right to interfere."
"Qing'er, do you really want me to die before you are willing to forgive me?" The man's voice was not as strong and indifferent as before, but low. His voice was full of sadness, and his eyelids drooped slightly to cover up.
The pain in the purple eyes.
Qingyuan looked at him coldly, and when he was about to speak, there was a loud noise from the sky, like a thunderous explosion, and a big hole opened. The rich aura of death rushed out of the big hole and hit this direction, far away.