At the end, Sui Linggui's voice became heavier and her eyes were red. She stood in the cold wind in the hall dressed in black, looking at the silent young man. After a long time, she turned sideways and quietly wiped the end of her eyes.
tears.
Sui Linggui's red lips trembled slightly and her shoulders trembled slightly. She looked out of the window and saw that the night was getting dark and black clouds covered the moon.
She still looks like Aventurine before she fainted, without the splendor of the King of Green Lotus at all, like a powerless ascetic.
He is wearing Qinglian's unique white robe, and the blue dragon leaps among the begonias.
Aventurine's whole body was visibly trembling, but her long, jade-like hands were pulling hard on the corners of her clothes.
"Don't hurt her."
"Please,"
His voice was so soft, but it gave Sui Linggui a depth of affection and meaning that he couldn't understand.
In the Sui Dynasty, Linggui once saw my king conquering the four seas and conquering the world. He also saw my king standing on horseback with a sword drawn and a pot of turbid wine smiling proudly for three thousand generations.
He is a natural king, how has he ever begged someone like this?
As the leader of the clan, Sui Linggui had countless thoughts and wanted to get the Purple Moon Flower back by any means necessary.
But she can't!
Sui Linggui took a deep breath, turned his back to Qingge, and said with a low smile, "The wind is really cold tonight."
Qingge was like a walking corpse, the ten spiritual-eliminating needles inserted into his soul were shining with a faint blood, and he was feeling faint pain at the moment.
It seemed like there was an iron hammer, turning everything upside down in my mind, even tearing my soul apart.
Qingge's legs were weak, her face was pale, and her eyes were lifeless and empty.
The time when the purple moonflower was stained with blood seemed like just yesterday.
There was a young man who climbed up Qianzhang Mountain and presented his heart to her on a snowy day.
Qingge's whole body was trembling, her eyes were widened to the extreme, and big tears rolled down from her eyes, covering her entire face.
Just when she was about to fall, the elders of the Qi clan and He Liangshan helped her.
The elders of the seven tribes looked at Qingge complicatedly. After a long time, they sighed: "Let's go see my king."
Qingge nodded with difficulty, walked around the screen and walked into the inner hall.
On the huge bed, there lay a man with picturesque features and a little tear stain. Even if he closed his eyes, he still had a temperament as handsome as the wind and as bright as the bright moon in spring.
He should have been a beautiful and pure person enjoying the mountains, rivers and wild cranes, admiring flowers in spring, watching the moon in midsummer, drinking tea in early autumn, and looking at snow in winter, but now he is lying on the bed pale and feeble.
Qingge still remembers that year in Qingshi Town, a young man dressed in white robes, blooming like a begonia flower, came all the way from Dongling Kingdom, covered the tears in his eyes with his long fingers, fell on the lush ground, and complained plaintively about the royal family's struggle for power.
of cruelty.
He wanted to stay away from the disputes, but he fell into the vortex of power and could no longer escape.
I persisted for several years with my heartless body, but finally I couldn't stand it any longer.
Are you tired?
Qingge smiled bitterly, tears sliding down her cheeks.
If he wasn't extremely tired, how could he collapse at this moment?
The wise gods and warriors dedicated themselves to peace for three thousand generations.
The heart was given to her.
Another piece of memory was lost, as well as the foundation for his success.
The officials of Qinglian impeached him for his incompetence, and the people of the clan resented his inaction today. The four parties were ambitious and watching him with eager eyes.
Everyone hopes that he will grow up quickly. Those who shoulder heavy responsibilities should not stop. They have no right to say they are tired. They should spread their wings and soar, and then sacrifice their lives for justice for the peace of the world.
In three thousand lifetimes, only Ye Qingge in front of the bed did not want him to grow up, but only wanted him to be comfortable and willing to protect him.
But unfortunately, this Zhou Quan can't protect it.
Qingge sat on the edge of the bed and put her long fingers under Aventurine's nose.
No breathing.
"stupid--"
After a long time, she softly made a sound.
Aventurine's fingertips trembled slightly.
"I'm so tired."
She lowered her head, tears streaming down her cheeks, and her voice became choked.
What four-star king?
What Queen of the Night?
What about Daredevil?
The heavy responsibility weighed her down so much that she couldn't breathe. She was walking on thin ice in this world, and it was difficult to move forward.
"You must be tired too." She said with a smile, tears still flowing out.
"I have used this heart for several years, and it's time to give it to you."
"From now on, be a good boy and stop causing trouble. I can't protect you anymore."
"So, you have to grow up on your own."
After all, she did not survive until the day when her wings blossomed and he was safe and sound.
After all, we did not survive the peaceful and prosperous age of the Qinglian clan!
Qingge's eyes suddenly became as firm as iron. She waved her hand abruptly and saw that the cold smoke from the north was covering the inner hall like a ban, cutting off any interaction with the outside world.
Sui Linggui and others were all stunned by the appearance of Yanbei Hanyan. They seemed to have noticed what Qingge was going to do, and hurriedly came to the front of the Hanyan ban.
You can vaguely see a dagger in Qingge's hand.
What does she seem to want to do?
"She wants to cut her heart and take the flowers to cheer up my king!" He Liangshan took a breath of air, and even the experienced man couldn't sit still at this moment.
"Stop!" Sui Linggui shouted loudly to stop him: "Ye Qingge, my king will not be grateful if you do this. We will find other ways to deal with my king's affairs. Don't take out the Purple Moon Flower. You
After death, my king will never live alone."
"Tell him to uphold my will and live on. I want to see the elegance of Qinglian's eternal emperor under the Nine Netherworld."
The boy's tear-filled face burst into a perfect smile.
She has no regrets.
The singer held the dagger and stabbed the left side of his chest without hesitation.
"No!" Sui Linggui shouted, shaking his head wildly.
The sharp edge of the dagger cut through the bloody clothes.
When she was about to break open the skin and take out the Purple Moon Flower, her cold white and delicate wrist was suddenly grasped by a pale and slender hand.
In front of her, a young man suddenly appeared.
Wearing black clothes, there is a huge ink feather behind him.
A pair of pure black eyes, as deep and cold as night, were staring at him.
The young man was full of laziness and a bit of evil spirit.
"You have been suffering for so long just for the sake of that moment of sweetness. Are you willing to die today?" His voice was particularly beautiful, like a hibiscus crying with dew and a Kunshan jade breaking into pieces.
The young man's appearance was completely unfamiliar, but there was something about him that made her feel very familiar.
"Who are you?" Qing Ge became alert and quietly protected the aventurine cod.
"I am your shadow, Yeze." The young man said softly: "I am also an old friend who has been with you for five years, a swamp beast in the realm of nothingness." "Purple Moon Flower has chosen you as the master, and I have merged with your flesh and blood.
As one body, if you take out the Purple Moon Flower without authorization, the world will be in chaos, the human world and eternal life will cease to exist, and only the five heavens will survive."