She didn't even have the desire to avenge him. She only wanted to go to the Yellow River with her.
She was afraid that Mo xuanchen would go too fast on the huangquan road. She was even more afraid that he would drink Mengpo soup first. From then on, she would never recognize her or remember her again.
"Xuanchen, you must not drink that bowl of Mengpo soup I don't remember me after drinking. Even if it's opposite, you and I will pass by, just like strangers Wait for me, wait for me to be with you Let's be a ghost together... "
Raw, different beds.
Death is the same acupoint.
Soul, also want to live together!
Looking at the person in her arms, the smile on her lips is like a bright fireworks, and in an instant, it is gorgeous
"God wants to separate us I don't like it! "
The rain was torrential, washing blood.
Blood flow, whirling up in a whirlpool, gradually swallowed up all the bodies.
Ling Luoyu is holding the ink Xuan dust, sitting in the blood water with ten fingers clasped, waiting for the endless blood all over the sky to annihilate them.
Suddenly --
"yu'er..."
If there is no call, ring in Ling Luoyu's ear.
"Yu'er Yu'er... "
"Xuanchen?"
Ling Luoyu's eyes open, surprised to see the man in his arms.
But at a glance, he was very disappointed.
Mo Xuan dust or so pale lying in her arms, has been obliterated by blood.
"It's an illusion..."
She hugged him, closed her eyes slightly, smile at the corners of her lips, but her tears fell.
"Xuanchen, before dying, I can hear you call me..."
"Yu'er..."
This time, the voice of Mo Xuan dust seems to be clear.
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