In the next second, he slowly raised his cold eyes and said, "I have the final say on whether she is worth it or not. I have nothing to do with you."
As the sound fell, a strong cold wind blew up around her, blowing up the snow on the ground and blowing up the corners of her wedding dress.
"Haha -" Feng Ling'er seemed to know that her time in the world was running out, she laughed a few times and said sarcastically: "Yeah! It has nothing to do with me. But when I saw her painful expression, she suddenly I don’t feel so unwilling anymore.”
Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed and she stared at Feng Ling'er with a bone-cold gaze.
She wanted to reply, but the words were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say a word.
Because she was right, she was in pain, the kind of pain that was almost desperate.
She may not fully understand the curse, the resurrection of the dead, and the matters of the destiny masters.
But she knew that Mo Ye, who was standing in front of her and protecting her at this moment, was no longer alone.
But a ghost... a ghost who borrowed his own body to revive his soul.
No, not now, but ten days ago.
"If she can live happily, I will have no regrets in this life." Mo Ye responded to Feng Ling'er, saying in an extremely cold tone: "At least I have her, and she has me."
"But you can't be with her anymore. She can only spend the rest of her life alone!" Feng Ling'er laughed crazily, and her sharp voice echoed through the deserted streets, making people feel horrified. .
"No - she will meet someone better." Mo Ye squinted his eyes and said in a very determined tone: "Maybe it should be said that that person already exists."
"Yes! That person exists." Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, held his hand as quickly as possible and said, "It's you!"
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 90%.
His hands were cold, almost zero-degree cold, without any warmth at all.
She suddenly remembered that when he came back carrying her on his back that day, she felt the coldness on his back. And under the bare peach blossom tree, he suddenly withdrew his hand...
He couldn't let her touch him, because as long as she touched him, she would know that he was not a person but a ghost resurrected from the corpse.
He wanted to spend the last ten days with her, which would be his most precious memory engraved in his heart.
"Qingchen..."
"Mo Ye, you are a big liar!" Luo Qingchen looked at him and couldn't help but said with a trembling voice: "Actually, I have never understood you. Even though I have so much favorability, I still don't understand you. .”
Just like Luo Qingchen didn't understand Mo Ye a thousand years ago, she still doesn't understand him even after a thousand years.
Or maybe she doesn't want to understand.
"Don't cry-" He raised his hand, touched her tear-stained cheek distressedly and said, "You can only cry to me, that person is not qualified-"
As soon as the sound fell, he took out a black paper talisman from his arms and attacked in Feng Ling'er's direction.
Feng Ling'er was obviously unwilling to leave like this, and she bared her teeth and claws to resist with all her might.
Between the lightning and flint, a Feng Wu sword fell from the sky and split Feng Ling'er's body into two halves.
The ugly soul, which was spliced together by countless rotten flesh, was separated from the body in an instant, and deep sword marks were printed in the middle of the soul.
And the corpse she borrowed to bring back the soul was already dead, and its eyes had fallen out.
Even the blood that flowed out was black and had a disgusting stench... (To be continued)