Dongfang Ling's eyes were stunned, looking at her haggard and pale face, his heart was like a knife. He wanted to embrace her in his arms and bear all the pain and sorrow for her.

However, he could not, she cruelly refused any of his concern and compensation, because there was already a man who had given up life and death for her, and her heart was also given to that person.

Jealousy bit his heart like a poisonous snake.

His heart really hurts.

The knife wound on the chest suddenly cracked, and blood was leaking, dyeing the collars on the chest red.

He closed his eyes gently, letting the heartache burst out tears in his eyes, frozen into ice, burning his nerves, and finally he seemed to hear somewhere, and the broken sound he said in a low and hoarse manner: "Let me send Weiran the last journey, I will leave, leave forever."

Yuan Xiaofan didn't look at him and squeezed out two cold words from his mouth: "It's up to you."

Dongfang Ling tried his best to suppress the pain and prevent the pain from being revealed to his face. His chest seemed to be hit by a heavy hammer. The pain was so painful that he forgot to tell her that she was not only Weiran, but also Ali, and Ali was also her child. He was waiting for her to go home day and night in Dongfang Mansion.

But at this moment, he was so sad that he forgot to say everything.

Xuanyuan Wuheng looked at them from afar, and a corner of his heart slowly collapsed. The bond between them was deeper and more unforgettable than he knew.

The hand holding the hilt of the sword was clenched involuntarily.

At this time, Yuan Xiaofan turned around and looked at Xuanyuan Wuheng standing aside, looking at this admiration, and felt a little guilty...

Xuanyuan Wuheng looked at Dongfang Ling, his eyes clear, and he said lightly: "If General Dongfang doesn't mind, let's go on the road together. This time, the journey to Beichen is long, so I can take care of you."

Dongfang Ling raised his head and looked at Xuanyuan Wuheng. His eyes were dark and dark, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth. Is he sympathizing with him?

When Yuan Xiaofan heard Xuanyuan Wuheng's words, he was stunned and hugged Weiran and walked towards him quickly, leaving Dongfang Ling with a cold back.

Yuan Xiaofan and Xuanyuan Wuheng headed north for nearly a month, but there was always a luxurious carriage following them closely.

The cool autumn weather gradually became colder, but it is worth being happy that the destination they were about to arrive was not far ahead.

There are several stoves placed in Che Xiang to make the whole space warm

Xuanyuan Wuheng was wearing a snow-white brocade robe, leaning against the cushion, ink hair scattered on his shoulders, his face looked a little pale, his handsome eyes drooped slightly, and his eyebrows were slightly frowned.

Yuan Xiaofan looked at his solemn expression and secretly guessed in his heart. After a while, he asked in a low voice: Is there any trouble entering the mountain?

Xuanyuan Wuheng turned his head and smiled at her, "There will be more or less this obstacle. As long as you don't encounter an avalanche, there will be no big problem."

At this time, the curtains of the carriage were blown open in a corner, and a cold air surged in.

Xuanyuan Wuheng frowned slightly and clenched his fists, covering his mouth, and a depressed cough occurred.

Seeing this, Yuan Xiaofan quickly hooked up the curtain of the car, approached him, patted his back gently to help him calm down, and said nervously: "Wuheng, are you okay?"

Xuanyuan Wuheng was about to reply, but a stagnant air surged in his chest and he couldn't help but cough heavily.
Chapter completed!