The corners of Yu Chu's lips curled up in a mocking arc, "You're going to die, Dad. How do you feel now?"
Xie Qingshan fixedly stared at the girl's eyes.
Those eyes were crystal clear.
He was gasping for breath, as if unable to speak, he just stared at Yu Chu.
Yu Chu bowed his head and took out a ring from his arms, "Mom said this was the ring you wore when you got married, and she told me to keep it safe before she died."
She gently placed the ring on Xie Qingshan's blood-stained palm, and said calmly: "I think she will definitely be willing, this ring will finally be held in your hand."
The man gripped the ring tightly.
Yu Chu stood up and backed away slowly.
Xie Qingshan's eyes are loose - this is a precursor to death. His eyes were looking at the sky without focus, but his hands were clenched tighter and tighter, showing veins.
The man pursues his goals all his life.
But when he died, all his strength was only used to hold a ring tightly.
Yu Chu looked at it for a while, then turned and left.
She felt a little dizzy before her eyes, and walked out with all kinds of broken instruments until she heard the sound of the wheelchair sliding.
She was slightly taken aback, and raised her head.
The first generation was expressionless, looking at her not far away, the blue-purple current wrapped around the wheelchair, and the chair moved forward slowly, slowly grinding the fine glass shards on the ground.
Yu Chu glanced behind him, and Yun Xing followed behind with a look of bewilderment.
"Why are you back?" the girl asked, while propping herself up, clutching her stomach and walking towards him.
Although there was no abnormal expression on her face, the blood had already stained the slender fingers.
The young man had always looked indifferent, looking at her with cold purple pupils, the wheelchair ran over the shards of glass, his voice was broken and slow, and finally stopped in front of her.
The first generation raised the corners of its lips, stared at the girl's wound, and said in an unclear voice, "Why?"
Yu Chu was slightly taken aback.
She clutched her stomach and backed away, "It's okay..."
But the boy in the wheelchair had already gently held her wrist, and took her hand away from her abdomen, revealing a corner of her clothes that was stained red with blood.
He was expressionless, his snow-white and slender fingertips were gently holding the corner of the clothes, his eyes were dark.
"You never ask me for help, even if these things are very simple to me." The boy's voice was slightly hoarse, a little indifferent, and a little coldly mocking himself.
He raised the corners of his lips, his eyes were slightly shattered, and he looked up at her silently, "I never cared about you, so when you grow up, do you learn to take revenge on me in this way?"
Yu Chu froze suddenly.
She stared blankly at those cold purple pupils.
Dangerous, powerful, careless, revealing the barrenness of a frozen lake, and as high as a god.
Lord God...
He is the Lord God.
Yu Chu suddenly felt weak all over, his lips moved slightly, and his fingertips felt numb. Lord God, in fact, she doesn't know how to face him at all.
The last time I stole the kiss in the space, brought the child's rebellion when he grew up, and kissed him on the throne, like a challenge to the majesty of the guardian since he was a child.
Like a prank.
She only dared to kiss it.
He is still a god on high.
"No..." She shook her head.
I don't ask the first generation for help, I just feel that the first generation needs to be taken care of. She can do dangerous things herself.
Feng Qing's lavender eyes looked at her calmly, the nobility and extreme indifference of the gods made the girl turn pale and want to back away.
But her wrist was still in the opponent's hand.
The god lowered his eyes.