Qing Hui didn't know where she got the courage. She only knew that she could not retreat or give in.
Even if she fights until she loses her soul, she will never compromise!
Otherwise, she would be sorry for Ning Fengxu, who stood in front of her without hesitation time and time again.
In an instant, Qingshan's whole body turned into thousands of red leaves again, and the red leaves burned into golden flames, turned into a long arrow, and stabbed Qingluo.
Qing Luo had no intention of evading at all. His figure moved slightly and turned into a phantom green dragon, facing the rocket directly.
At that moment, the world seemed to tremble slightly.
And just when the phantom green dragon was about to collide with the rocket, a white light fell, gently removing the strength from both sides, but forcing both sides to fall to the ground.
It's a black shadow.
Qing Hui stood still, vomited out another mouthful of blood, covered his injured chest, raised his head, and blurted out in shock,
"His Majesty?"
Seeing the longing figure, Qing Hui could no longer control himself and rushed towards him, hugging his waist tightly from behind.
Obviously they haven't been separated for too long, but so many things have happened, including several lives and deaths, as if they have experienced several lives and hundreds of years. It's almost, almost, we will never see each other again.
I have never thought about what it feels like to be apart or what it feels like to miss me, but at this moment, it seems that everything came rushing back to me at once.
Finally there is help.
All her previous helplessness seemed to have found her backbone at this moment.
Even if the world is really destroyed, it is not that terrible anymore.
Lian Xueyin gently rubbed her long hair with his palms and sighed softly, "I'm sorry, I'm late."
Qing Hua didn't even raise his head and said dullly: "No, it's not too late. If you come, it's never too late."
Lian Xueyin laughed softly.
Then he looked at Qingluo.
Qing Luo was half-kneeling on the ground, head raised, his face full of shock, helplessness, struggle, madness and pain.
Those light gray eyes actually shed a drop of blood and tears.
across his pale cheek.
Eyes full of bloodshot eyes.
He shook his head and murmured,
"It's not true, it's not true, it's not you, it's not you, right? You tell me, it's not you, you say it, you say it -"
His voice was extremely hoarse, so hoarse that even though he was shouting, it was as if his throat was being strangled and he couldn't make a sound.
When Qing Hu heard the noise, he poked his head out from behind Lian Xueyin, looked at Qing Luo, and then looked up at Lian Xueyin.
So...it's exactly what she guessed.
Her throat was dry and she asked in a low voice: "Your Majesty, you...are you really the God of Xuanshuang?"
Lian Xueyin nodded.
Qing Hui thought of everything in the past, even when she was Qi Wan, even some of Xueyin's behavior, and many things that happened later.
Qing Hui's eyes widened: "You, you, you already knew?"
Lian Xueyin was silent for a moment, "It's not that early. That year in Qiyueguan, you were teasing me every day."
Qing Hui's eyes widened even more, and he subconsciously let go of Lian Xueyin, stuttering and asking: "You, you, you..."
"Yes, I have always known that Qi Wan is you, and you are also Qi Wan. The thing I told you that I regret the most is that I failed to save you and did not lie to you. If I had cared more about it then
They won't let you go down that road. It's my fault."
Qing Hui took two steps back, and his brain exploded with a buzzing sound.
"You proposed marriage, too..." She murmured.
Chapter completed!