"Chu Wuxin, give up."
The woman's voice was calm and calm: "No matter how much you torment yourself, she will not feel any guilt towards you. What you have done is just in vain."
As her voice fell.
The man's hand directly intercepted her outstretched hand.
Chu Wuxin looked at the woman in front of him coldly.
The woman was wearing a rippling-colored long skirt, making her flamboyant and eye-catching.
The most eye-catching thing is that on her robe, red embroidery thread is used to outline the flowers that spread and bloom like blood.
Delicate and beautiful face, pure and beautiful.
But that pair of eyes has a bit of disdain.
The emotion on her face was very light, and when she met Chu Wuxin's eyes, her expression didn't change much.
"Chu Wuxin." She said again, "The emperor has already broken your barrier, are you sure, with your current appearance, can you keep her?"
Chu Wuxin's eyes were icy cold.
The depth is like a deep pool, bottomless.
The woman didn't say any more, and continued to support him.
Chu Wuxin's face was slightly condensed, and the frost covered it was even worse.
But, this time...
He didn't shake off the woman again.
Let the woman help him up.
His hands rested on her slender shoulders, and all the weight of his body was on the woman's body.
The woman's delicate body shook slightly.
But he still held on, carried Chu Wuxin on his shoulders, and walked towards the bed.
"Don't put me...on her bed." Chu Wuxin gripped the woman's arm tightly.
She...wouldn't like it.
When you lower your eyes.
His eyes seemed to be shrouded in black mist.
The woman pursed her lips, took a deep breath, supported him, and walked out of the room.
The place below Chu Wuxin's lower abdomen became more and more painful as she walked.
Cold sweat slid down and dripped on his eyelashes.
His eyes, which were as cold as ice, were dimmed.
In a trance, the voice that was transmitted to the ear through the jade pendant of the palace master as a medium was still echoing in the ear.
"No one can really get involved in their relationship."
"No one can really get involved in their relationship."
"No one can really get involved in their relationship."
"..."
no one
But…
He can't be reconciled.
That girl should belong to him.
It was him who met her first.
The black mist surging in Chu Wuxin's eyes became more and more raging.
...
the other side.
Di Moxuan hugged Ye Qingluo by the waist: "Let's go."
Ye Qingluo circled his neck and nodded with a smile: "I have disappeared suddenly for a few days, everyone must be worried about me."
"Cough..."
A light cough came from the side.
The Hall Master stood up from the ruins staggeringly.
While patting the dust off his body, he raised his head and looked at Ye Qingluo: "Aren't you two... this loving one, are you too pretentious?"
There were several holes in his spacious robe.
The whole person looked embarrassed.
Di Moxuan glanced at the palace master lightly, and the prestige in his eyebrows made people feel more stressed: "Do you think you can stop this deity?"
"Of course I won't seek my own death." The hall master raised his sleeve again, and wiped the blood spilling from the corner of his lips, "However, I don't want you to leave so easily."
Ye Qingluo turned his gaze to the direction of the hall master.
The man's handsome face was pale.
The corners of the lips were still stained scarlet with blood, but they couldn't hide the whiteness of the lips.
Apparently, the blow from Di Moxuan just now caused serious injuries.