The tyrant said coldly: "Didn't you deny it? This shows that there is still a trace of filth in your heart, so stop pretending to be so noble and bright!"
A faint bitter smile appeared on Murong Xingchen's baby-like face: "I am somewhat selfish, I do not deny this."
The tyrant said coldly: "Let me tell you directly! I can only live for one year! Don't worry about the reason, I don't want her to know the truth!"
Murong Xingchen was suddenly startled: "What? You... you can only live for one year?" [
"To be precise, it's less than eleven months."
"This...how is this possible?"
"The only thing I can tell you is this!"
The tyrant's expression was cold and serious, not like he was lying at all.
The sword in Murong Xingchen's hand was almost trembling, and there was a hint of horror in his eyes as he looked at the evil and cold man in front of him...
"You...you...didn't want to make Feiyan sad, so you deliberately pretended to be ruthless and wanted her to leave your side? Therefore, you obviously saved her, but you refused to admit it, right?
"
"Now that you understand, I don't need much! You can take care of other things yourself!"
The tyrant suddenly spread his body and flew away like an owl in the dark night...
"etc!"
Murong Xingchen wanted to stop him.
However, his people have already disappeared into the sky...
The speed is so fast, like a shooting star.
Such a peerless genius, the king of a country, only had less than a year left to live?
Will he be forced to give his most beloved woman to another man?
"In his heart..."
"It must be very sad and lonely, right?"
Murong Xingchen looked at the back of the fleeting black dot in the distant sky, and suddenly there was a strange and sad resonance in his heart, as if he could feel the tyrant's mood.
Murong Xingchen did not go beyond the main hall of the Qiancuo Gang.
He didn't know how to face Fei Yan.[
He really wanted to see Fei Yan, at least to know whether Fei Yan was safe.