'Brother Yiyi! If we are destined to be unable to stay together in this life, then in the next life, please give Hong Ling a happy marriage...' Hong Ling held the increasingly weak Yi Yi tightly in her arms, and she no longer had any attachment to this life.
Yiyi continued to persuade her without opening her mouth, because he knew that no matter what he said at the moment, he could not change her mind.
"One-line! One by one, there are some things I want to say to you." One-by-one struggled to speak, and his eyes turned to the sky.
Qiantianxian let go of Luoluo and pressed her cheek to Yiyi's lips: "Say!"
"..." One by one, with a voice that only the two of them could hear, they whispered in the ear of the sky.
"Don't worry!" After a while, Qiantianxian straightened his body and gave him a comforting look.
"Yes, I have you. With these words, Yiyi is relieved!" Yiyi's breathing became more and more rapid, and his eyes scanned everyone he cared about; then, with all the reluctance, he slowly closed his eyes.
All of this was caused by Ziyi, and all punishments should be imposed on Ziyi alone, but why? Why are the innocent people always the ones who get hurt?
Ziyi swayed slightly, then fell to the ground with a bang.
"Princess! Are you okay?" The man in black squatted down and asked with concern.
Ziyi shook her head gently, her face full of deep self-blame.
If time could be turned back, Ziyi would wish that nothing had happened; but... can time really be turned back?
Facing Yi Yi's departure, Hong Ling did not cry or fuss; she carefully laid his body flat on the ground and stood up slowly.
"Hong Ling! What are you doing?" Qiangangxian stood up and grabbed her.
At this moment, Hong Ling is like a puppet that has lost its soul; her eyes have no focus at all: "Hong Ling... goes to accompany brother Yiyi; otherwise, he will be lonely!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!" Qianxianxian shook Hong Ling, trying to help her regain her sense: "Do you think Yiyi will be happy if you die? Uncle tells you, no!"
"You're not him, how would you know?" The smile on Hong Ling's lips made people feel a little unreal.
"Do you know what Yiyi told your uncle when he was dying?" Qiangqianxian grasped the palm of Hong Lingxiang's shoulder and tightened it little by little: "He hopes you live well and live happily, do you want him to die in peace?
"
"Live well? Live happily?" Hong Ling repeated softly, with a self-deprecating smile on her lips: "Is it possible? Is it possible?"
"Hong Ling..."
"Without him, Hong Ling's world will only be dark; in this darkness, Hong Ling will feel that she can't breathe, and the life she is bound would be worse than death..." Hong Ling clutched her chest tightly, as if at this moment
She has been choked by someone: "...will Hong Ling be happy like this?"
"As long as you live, you will have it!"
"No! Never!" Hong Ling suddenly roared, breaking away from Qiantian's palm, and quickly struck towards the dagger not far away.
Qiantianxian was startled. Without thinking much, he struck out the dagger from Hong Ling's hand.
Hong Ling's delicate body was driven by the wind from her palm and hit the rock wall hard.
"Hong Ling! How are you?" Qiangangxian quickly stepped forward and helped her up as she fell to the ground.
"Why didn't you beat Hong Ling to death with one palm? Why?" Hong Ling raised her foggy eyes and kept questioning.
"Hong Ling..." Qianxianxian hugged Hong Ling tightly into his arms, knowing the pain and despair she was feeling at this moment, but unable to share it.
Luoluo, who had been crying on Yiyi for a long time, slowly raised her pretty face and looked at Hongling with red eyes: "Sister-in-law Hongling! My brother is the emperor! Don't you have the heart to let him bury himself in this ruined cave?
?”
Luoluo's question made Hong Ling hold her breath.
"Even if you are going to die, at least wait until we get out safely and watch my brother being buried with royal etiquette!" Luoluo said hoarsely; perhaps at this moment, this was the only way to temporarily dispel her thoughts of doing stupid things.
Luoluo's words were like a wake-up call!
Yes! Brother Yiyi is the supreme master of a country, how could he end up in such a miserable end after his death?
Hong Ling will not allow this to happen, never allow it...
Thinking of this, Hong Ling left the embrace of Qianxianxian, stood up slowly, and walked towards Yiyi step by step.
"Brother Yiyi..." Hong Ling sat back and hugged his already cold body again: "...Hong Ling can't accompany you for the time being; but you must remember to wait for Hong Ling on Huangquan Road; otherwise, Hong Ling will
Ling will be afraid that she won’t be able to find you…”
"Brother Xianxian..." Luoluo walked towards Xianxian with his chubby belly and unsteady movements.
The sky stretched out its hand and pulled Luoluo into its arms: "Thank you!"
Luoluo shook his head gently, looking at Yiyi who had long lost his mind: "Every one of us hopes that Sister-in-law Hong Ling can live a good life, right?"
A line in the sky sighed silently; I hope everything will get better as time goes by.
Luoluo's eyebrows suddenly frowned, and her cattails subconsciously covered her abdomen.
"Luo Luo, my stomach hurts!" Her whole little face suddenly twisted into a ball.
"Why do you suddenly have a stomachache?" Qiangqiang was nervous and helped Luoluo to one side and sat down.
Pain in her stomach made Luoluo think of a possibility: "Brother Xian! Bao, is the baby about to come out?"
"Shouldn't there be more than ten days left?" Qianxian suddenly felt that his hands and feet were cold; there is no water and no tools here. If production is carried out here, I'm afraid...
Qianxianxian didn't dare to think about it anymore and hugged Luoluo tightly with both hands.
"Brother Xian..." His voice was filled with tears, hurting every nerve in the sky.
"It'll be okay! It'll be okay..."
The abdominal pain became stronger and stronger from time to time; Luoluo felt as if he would die at any time: "Brother Xianxian! Do you think Luoluo will die?"
"Don't talk nonsense! It'll be okay! It'll be okay..." A thin layer of mist appeared in Qiongangxian's eyes; apart from constant comfort, Qiongangxian didn't know what else he could do.
Luoluo's fingertips gently covered the Qianxianxian's eyelids; the smile on his lips looked very pale and weak: "Brother Xianxian! Have you never, never said you love Luoluo?"
"I love you! I love you..." Skyline whispered in Luoluo's ears over and over again, hoping that his love could make her persist until reinforcements arrived.
"It sounds really, really nice!"
"Brother Xianxian promises you that he will say these three words to you every day from now on; therefore, you must live well! You must live well..."