Long Jiuer looked at Qingcheng with a desperate smile, but Qingcheng took the wine glass in a daze, put it slowly to her lips, raised her head suddenly, and poured the whole glass of wine into her stomach without any warning.

.

The sweet smell made him feel so familiar, so familiar that he wanted to shed a few tears.

"The wine has been poured. His Majesty the Dragon King, do you have any other instructions?" Long Jiu'er's tears fell drop by drop on the table made of seabed spar, and splashes of water fell on the blue brocade of Qingcheng.

In the robe, there was no trace in an instant.

Her voice was so choked that she could hardly speak. Qingcheng was stunned again. Looking at her, her sadness seemed not to be fake, but as if she really loved him.

Qingcheng stood up, held her in his arms, and asked in surprise: "You love me very much, but you don't love the Demon City, right?" Qingcheng wanted to confirm his thoughts. This woman gave him an indescribable sense of familiarity and familiarity.

Feeling of grievance.

"No, I don't love you at all. I love the Demon City. I love the Demon City the most. I stayed with you just because he wanted to seize the position of Dragon King of the East China Sea." Long Jiu'er forced back his tears,

He raised his head and met Qingcheng's doubtful eyes.

At that moment her smile was as bright as a flower, and at that moment she said clearly that she liked Magic City but not Qingcheng.

As soon as the strength in Qingcheng's hand relaxed, she stepped back down the steps and bowed down respectfully: "May I ask if His Majesty the Dragon King has any other instructions? If not, Long Jiu will go back to Liuli Palace to rest." Long Jiu'er

Without looking at him, he just said firmly.

Qingcheng didn't speak, just stood there, still stretching his hand in the direction of Long Jiu'er, but Teng She took a few steps forward and pulled him over, pouring him a glass of wine.

"Your Majesty the Dragon King, drink whatever you want~" Teng Snake twisted her body again and again and said in a flattering manner.

Qingcheng remembered that Long Jiu had so definitely said that she didn't love him, so she sat down, held Teng She in her arms, and drank the wine from the cup Teng She handed over, making sounds of satisfaction from time to time.

The moment Long Jiuer turned around, tears wet her cheeks. She didn't want to say such things against her will, but she didn't want to watch them continue to be ambiguous like that. She couldn't stand it anymore, and her consciousness roared at her to leave.

She couldn't stay there for another second. She had to go, far away. It was best not to hear them talking anymore. She left very quickly, so fast that Qingcheng didn't even have time to look back. He left.

Already out of their sight.

Qingcheng looked at the dripping blood on the ground. He knew that Long Jiuer had just hit the crystal table on the seabed and was seriously injured, otherwise the blood would not have continued to flow.

He looked along the direction of the blood, but couldn't see where Long Jiu'er had gone.

When she was approaching Liuli Palace, Long Jiuer fell to the cold ground. Her consciousness gradually faded away, and the scenery in front of her gradually became blurry. She was so tired that she wanted to sleep forever and never wake up again...

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Chapter completed!