However, when she just touched the cold fingertips, her arm fell heavily into a pool of blood...
She pounced on her, and in a panic, he held his blood-stained hand and pressed it heavily against her cheek.
The cold chill in Lan Cang's palm made her shiver uncontrollably, and tears fell down.
Slide across her cheeks and dip into his blood.
"It's all me, it's my fault, I'm late."
Bai Ye watched his handsome face, which had always been full of spring breeze, was pale and bloodless.
If she had been one step earlier, he might not have had any trouble.
Lan Cang's aura was as bright as a silk thread, and from beginning to end, the scattered smile on the corner of his lips never lost.
Her hot tears spread out as his fingertips slid down his cuffs, her index finger moved slightly, and under her half-drooping eyes, she felt helplessly comforted her.
Bai Ye cried even harder after seeing it.
He admitted his defeat helplessly, as always, so he deserves a beating...
Guslin and Baili Hongzhuang were heard in his ears, sobbing softly, adding to the paleness of the courtyard.
The next second, his face slowly turned sideways and buried it in her room.
Her body became heavier in her arms.
The bright stars gradually dimmed, and his eyes became turbid and difficult to understand.
Bai Ye hugged him tightly, trembling all over his body fragilely, feeling the faint breath in his arms in pain, burning out like ashes.
"Can I hear you say again? Just one sentence, no! Just one word, one word!"
"Don't...cry."
The moment his eyes slowly closed, his lips opened lightly, his voice was gentle and hoarse, calm and peaceful as he had never felt before.
Two words, but they were like two sharp knives, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, one by one, two by two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words, two words
The weak and boneless bloody hand slid from Bai Ye's palm that was frozen in the air.
The cold touch disappeared without a trace on her bloody cheeks.
She suddenly closed her eyes and had no courage to look at his lifeless face again.
Looking back at the third level of Tianchu, he was the prince who was raised by the stars and the moon. He was careless but full of personality.
He seduced her into the palace, and he slept soundly, but he did not forget to take advantage of her after waking up.
【Beauty, you are so fragrant, come and kiss your brother~】
He worked every step and had a close connection with her. He seemed indecent, but no one knew better than him what he wanted.
Still remembering that day, she asked him the reason for his efforts to leave, and those empty and powerless eyes were vividly visible.
He said.
【Exhausted for life, just for freedom.】
The Gu tribe searched for his mother, traveled to Qi Lin, and rescued Xiaole, and all had his footsteps along the way.
That bad mouth never says anything good, but he never spared no effort to help her.
All the past are like silhouettes that have passed through everyone's minds, but the familiar voice will never sound again...
Bai Ye sat on the ground with a depressed look on his face. The deep chill made her feel more awake and she took a deep breath.
She whispered, "Okay, I won't cry."
"He... is dead..." Hongzhuang was still incredible and cried and cursed: "What kind of bullshit harm has been left for thousands of years, it is a lie!"
"Di Xue, you must kill Di Xue!" Xingchen's right hand holding the folding fan's white hair, showing his ruthlessness.
In the midst of grief, Mu Lanting felt like he was granted a general amnesty, and his lips bit out a faint bloodshot because of his nervousness.
She was glad that she was fortunate that her arrow aimed at his dantian, which cut off his way to save his life!
Looking at Lan Cang's handsome face, but only a dead face was left.
She pursed the blood beads on her lips and said silently.
sorry……
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I wrote that the prince was so sad that his stomach hurt! Damn it was retribution! Although there was little content today, I was very careful and changed it for 5 hours to achieve the effect.