"You... you... who are you?" Jun Yaochen pressed his chest, stood up with difficulty, and looked angrily at the young man in white not far away.
I saw the young man in white standing with his hands behind his back, standing so casually, but with a noble demeanor. His figure, as indifferent as water, attracted everyone's attention.
And he, dressed in bright red attire in such a snowy sky, made people feel extremely inferior.
"Your Highness, kneel down..." The father-in-law on the side pulled Jun Yaochen's trousers and said tremblingly.
"I will not kneel!" With blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, he gritted his teeth and pointed at the young man under the pear tree in front of him: "What qualifications do you have to make me noble? Master of Junxie Pavilion? Hahahaha... So what, he Luo Qingchen is my crown prince’s concubine, what qualifications do you have to rob her of her?”
His enchanting and cruel eyes were bloodshot, and his eyes were full of anger. He didn't know why his father was so afraid of Junxie Pavilion. The annual kneeling ceremony had made him angry, and now this mysterious man came to snatch his crown princess.
No, we must not let him succeed! Luo Qingchen was her crown princess, and her life and death belonged to him.
When the emperor heard this, he immediately answered: "My lord, please forgive me. I am young and ignorant. Don't argue with him..."
"Father!" Jun Yaochen was clearly furious. This was the first time he felt powerless.
In the past, he had always been aloof, trampling and humiliating others.
For the first time, he felt like he was being stepped on by others. This taste is really addictive to the bones and heart-burning.
"I never care about dead people—" As soon as he finished speaking, the young man jumped up and reached Jun Yaochen's side very quickly. He took a blue-green Xueyue fan from his waist, and in an instant, the fan turned into a sharp sword.
Pierced into Jun Yaochen's heart very quickly...
Not even a moment's hesitation.
After all, the person in front of him is the only person he wants to kill with his own hands in this life.
It wasn't because he tortured himself so cruelly, but because this man took away the person he loved most from him with his own hands.
"You..." Jun Yaochen stared at the young man in white in front of him, his eyes full of disbelief.
He...he is actually...
The young man's cold eyes narrowed, and his eyes shot into the cold stars, shining with tiny rays of light. The hand with clear joints slowly took off the crescent mask, and a face as white as snow came into view.
For just this moment, everyone present's hearts trembled. No one could have imagined that under this crescent moon mask, there was such a familiar face.
I saw him raising a very faint smile, looking at Jun Yaochen who was only breathing, and said: "I am the only person in this world who is qualified to stand by her side, and I never need to snatch her. She is me." of."
His words were high-spirited, and his ambition was as high as a thousand feet high. Like a god on earth, looking down at the defeated.
In the next second, Jun Yaochen's eyes gradually became hollow, and finally they were frozen.
Everything happened so suddenly that no one present could react.
Luo Qingchen looked at Jun Yaochen lying in a pool of blood not far away, took a deep breath and frowned deeply. That evil man will never know that not everything done in the name of love should be forgiven.
And even if he died, she would never forgive him for what he had done.
Be it fate or reincarnation. I hope we will never see each other again forever. (To be continued)