Luo Qingchen was seen dressed in red, standing in the snow, holding a phoenix sword, and her long black hair fluttering in the wind.
Mo Ye and Feng Ling'er were stunned at the same time. They almost didn't expect Luo Qingchen to act like this.
"Feng Ling'er, I didn't want to mix up my past life and this life." With absolute coldness in her eyes, she raised Feng Wujian and looked at her and said: "But now, I'm afraid even if I don't mix up, I don't intend to let you go. "
"Hehehehe -" she snorted coldly: "Just you? I have spent eternity falling into the Hell of Hell in exchange for being cursed. I have nothing left to lose, so what can you do?"
She could naturally feel the power of Feng Wujian. Although she didn't know why Luo Qingchen had such a thing, everything was now a certainty.
She couldn't kill her, but she couldn't stay with Mo Ye forever.
From this point of view, she is the winner. At least in the underworld, she can be with Mo Ye forever.
Time can heal all wounds, and it can also forget the people in our hearts.
Thinking of this, her mood became even more joyful, and she couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth.
"Eternally fallen into hell..." Luo Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, the haze in his eyes almost freezing people, he looked at Feng Ling'er and said: "I'm afraid you are not qualified to go to the underworld."
As soon as the sound fell, she raised the Feng Wu Sword, a flash of golden light struck towards her ugly soul.
At this moment, Feng Ling'er's body began to split apart, and pieces of rotten flesh were scattered in the air, exuding a stench.
"You... you... you actually..."
"Does it feel good to be in a state of despair?" Luo Qingchen looked at her with a sneer and said, "No one can take Mo Ye away. I will guard him until he..."
The next second, the person standing behind him suddenly grabbed her hand, pulled him into his arms, and hugged her with all his strength.
Ding—the favorability is increased by ten, and the task completion rate is 100%.
With just a 'bang' sound, Feng Ling'er behind him completely disappeared into the air, leaving only a few ugly pieces of flesh and nothing else.
There seemed to be silence around her, and she wondered what would have happened if she hadn't intervened. But she knew that she would always have to say goodbye to Mo Ye.
"I'm leaving-" His deep and pleasant voice sounded in her ears, with a touch of trembling and reluctance, and he used all his strength.
"You lied to me again..." Luo Qingchen raised her hand, knocked him hard twice on the back and said, "Why do you always lie to me about your promise? What was your promise?"
Suddenly, even she felt pitiful.
Every time I wait with expectation, every time I think I can go on forever with the one I love.
But often all plots have a twist, and they inadvertently leave her covered in bruises.
But she couldn't blame him, and she had no right to hate him, because everything he did was for her own good.
Perhaps in Mo Ye's heart, his so-called love is that as long as the other person is alive, it is the greatest gift.
But she is different...
No matter heaven or hell, she just likes to stand by his side, sharing the blessings of the rich and the poor together.
"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..." Mo Ye repeated it over and over again. He took a deep breath and said: "Forget me... Live well and live happily. Don't be afraid, I have taken care of all your destiny. A good way to resolve it, I have blocked all your disasters for you... "
"Stop talking—" Luo Qingchen covered her ears, suddenly remembering that year, when his life was at stake, he also warned her like this.
Such scenes are so similar and so ironic... (To be continued)