Chapter seven hundred and twentieth one hour husband and wife
The wind rises and stops, and the cold wind blows.
Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng, no longer indecisive as before, only firm and unyielding. Xiao Yan was even ready to withstand Murong Qingcheng's storm of scolding and rebuke. No matter what Murong Qingcheng did to him, he would accept it.
Murong Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan, and there seemed to be something more in her eyes. After a long time, Murong Qingcheng nodded towards Xiao Yan and said: "Okay, I agree."
There was no scolding as expected, nor endless reprimands. The simple words went smoothly beyond Xiao Yan's expectation.
I don't know why, but after listening to Murong Qingcheng's words, Xiao Yan felt like a child who had done something wrong, and seemed very uneasy.
Although there were countless beauties around Xiao Yan who expressed their love for him, Xiao Yan maintained an ambiguous relationship with them. Xiao Yan did not refuse them directly. This should be the first time that Xiao Yan refused someone.
A woman's love.
Of course, Nalan Yanran does not count. After all, when Nalan Yanran first confessed his love to Yan Xiao, Xiao Yan still hated Nalan Yanran.
"Spend your last night with me. From tomorrow on, the two of us are just ordinary friends, okay." Murong Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan and tried hard to maintain a smile.
Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng, nodded and said: "I'm sorry, I will accompany you tonight."
For Murong Qingcheng, he always felt that he owed her too much, so naturally Xiao Yan would not choose to refuse her last request.
With Xiao Yan's permission, Murong Qingcheng came to Xiao Yan's side, took Xiao Yan's arm and said, "It's almost dawn, come sit with me and talk."
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Late night has passed, which means dawn is about to come. But a bright moon still hangs in the sky.
A man in black robe sat on the highest slope of the grassland. Next to the man in black robe, a woman in a blue windbreaker sat beside the man, holding the man's right hand and leaning her head against the man's.
above the shoulders.
"Is it cold?" Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng and asked.
Murong Qingcheng nodded and said: "A little bit, but it doesn't matter."
Xiao Yan smiled and said, "Although Ziyulian is not around, I have something better for you."
Murong Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan with a hint of expectation in her eyes, wondering what Xiao Yan would give him.
A cluster of dark black flames gradually appeared in Xiao Yan's hand. When the flame appeared, the temperature of the entire space continued to rise. However, it was quickly suppressed by Xiao Yan. The temperature of the flame was Xiao Yan's.
Can be controlled at will.
"Is this your Sky Fire?" Murong Qingcheng looked at the Sky Fire in Xiao Yan's hand and asked.
"Well, do you still remember what I gave you before giving it to Ziyulian?" Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng and said.
"Before the Purple Jade Lotus, well, I remember it was a rose." Murong Qingcheng pretended to think for a long time before answering Xiao Yan's question.
"Yes, I will give you a rose now. Although it is not a real rose, it is a flame rose." Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng and said.
"Fire rose, what kind of rose is that? The flame is black and it doesn't look good. How can there be a black rose?" Murong Qingcheng lay on Xiao Yan's shoulder and looked at the Sky Fire Road in Xiao Yan's hand.
Xiao Yan nodded and said, "That's right. Although the black rose has the shape of a rose, it doesn't have the look of a rose."
"Hehe, as long as it's from you, then I'll make do with it." Murong Qingcheng seemed to like Xiao Yan's awkward look, with a hint of a smile on his lips.
Xiao Yan did not continue to speak, and the power of his soul surged towards the sky fire in his hand. Suddenly, the originally shapeless sky fire began to solidify, little by little.
First the branches of the rose, then the leaves of the rose, one, two, three.
Murong Qingcheng looked at the roses that were gradually forming, and her mind seemed to return to the original scene again.
"Why? Why, why did that boy suddenly run away in the first place?" Murong Qingcheng looked at the roses that were gradually taking shape, and suddenly said to Xiao Yan.
Murong Qingcheng's words almost caused Xiao Yan's soul power to collapse, and all the hard work he had spent on it for so long collapsed.
I originally thought that after the two of them broke up, Murong Qingcheng would not continue to struggle with this issue. No, no, they have not broken up yet.
At this time, he was Murong Qingcheng's boyfriend, and Murong Qingcheng was his girlfriend.
"Because, that boy, he wants to buy more roses." Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng and finally told the answer to the story that had been hidden all this time.
"Buy more roses? Girls are not greedy, don't they have the same intention as a bouquet of roses?" Murong Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan and said, feeling that Xiao Yan's answer was a bit far-fetched.
"Yes, a rose and a bouquet are indeed the same to a girl. They are both a boy's love for him. However, it is different for a boy. A rose can get a kiss from a girl, and more
Roses can get more kisses from girls." Xiao Yan looked at Murong Qingcheng and said.
Yes, this is the complete version of the rose story.
Murong Qingcheng was also moved by this unexpected ending. She had always thought about the problem from the perspective of a girl, but never thought of thinking from the perspective of a boy.
"That girl must be very happy later on, having a boy who loves her so much." Murong Qingcheng looked at Xiao Yan with a thick smile on her face.
The chill in my heart was quickly dispelled.
Xiao Yan carefully recalled the original story. Their ending did not seem to be very good. Xiao Yan did not want to make Murong Qingcheng sad, nor did he want to deceive Murong Qingcheng. He thought for a while and said: "Keep it secret and guess for yourself."
"That girl must be very happy." Murong Qingcheng suddenly grabbed Xiao Yan's hand with a lot of force, fearing that Xiao Yan would disappear beside her in the next moment.
The rose in Xiao Yan's hand gradually took shape, but Xiao Yan felt uncomfortable in his heart. At this time, he suddenly regretted breaking up with Murong Qingcheng.
However, Xun'er's whereabouts and life and death are unknown now. Cai Lin has silently sacrificed and is even willing to bear the infamy for Xiao Yan. Why is he still continuing to fall in love with another girl at this time?
Today was the last night, and he had to cut off everything he had with Murong Qingcheng.
Looking at the roses that had gradually condensed into shape, Xiao Yan suddenly cut his palm, and a stream of blood fell on the black roses.
With the injection of Xiao Yan's blood, the petals of the rose actually began to change color, gradually turning from black to dark red, and finally to red, the red of blood, which is the color of roses.
Murong Qingcheng looked at this scene, a layer of mist slowly appeared in her eyes. She looked at Xiao Yan and said: "This is not worth it. We only have one or two hours left."
Xiao Yan glanced at the horizon, where there was already a glimmer of light. He shook his head and said, "It's worth it. For me, this little effort can buy me one or two hours with you, which is enough."
Xiao Yan slowly stood up and helped Murong Qingcheng up. Then, Xiao Yan slowly placed the flame rose in his hand in front of Murong Qingcheng. Then Xiao Yan said to Murong Qingcheng: "I'm sorry, really.
I'm sorry that I have let you down. This rose represents my proposal to you. This rose can last until dawn. I hope that during this period of time, you can become my bride.
Come on, for an hour, we are husband and wife, not lovers. This is the last thing I can do for you."
"No way, the proposal and marriage were completed in an instant." Murong Qingcheng looked at the rosette handed over by Xiao Yan.
Xiao Yan smiled awkwardly, but for them, they only had one hour.
Murong Qingcheng reached out to touch the rose. The rose did not feel hot at all. Xiao Yan let go and the rose fell on Murong Qingcheng's hand.
"However, I agree." Murong Qingcheng looked at the roses in her hands and suddenly smiled. This smile was just like her name, a smile that captivated the city.
In the night, a pair of lovers hugged each other tightly. No, they should be said to be a couple.
This is the best explanation Xiao Yan can give Murong Qingcheng, and it is also the promise Murong Qingcheng hopes to get most. Although their marriage only lasted for an hour, this was enough.
PS: Third update, this is my promise to you, happy Mid-Autumn Festival. (To be continued.)