Concubine comes to disaster

"Don't come here!" This time, she pressed the dagger to her own neck.

Zhu Minglie's footsteps suddenly froze, and his eyes were calm...

"Let me go, or all you get is a corpse. If you want it, I'll give it to you now!"

His deep eyes looked at the dagger in her hand. She had black hair hanging over her shoulders, and she was only wearing a thin white underwear. She stood barefoot on the ground, with tears hanging down her pale face.

When the wind blows, the withered yellow leaves are fluttering, and she is crumbling in the wind.

Liusu looked at him decisively, the sharp tip of the dagger resting on her neck cut a long gash on her delicate and white skin, blood spilled out, staining the tip of the knife red.

Like a peach blossom slowly blooming...

Abnormally gorgeous, exceptionally poignant...

"Give me the ashes of Hitomi Chaser, and let me go." She looked at her while backing away, the sharp stone was under her feet, her sole was stabbed, and the blood stained those stones...

Zhu Minglie looked at him, his four eyes meeting in mid-air——

He is cold, she hates it!

She regards him as her greatest enemy, and they seem to be the most compatible two people in the world

Lan'er and the others watched this scene nervously. They were afraid that Liusu would lose control, so they stabbed the knife into their own necks.

"Put down the knife!" He said in a deep voice, his voice trembling in the wind.

"No!" The tip of the knife stabbed in a little more.

"Put down the knife, I am willing to consider the conditions you proposed." Zhu Minglie's voice was low and his speed slowed down.

Luo Nian looked at Zhu Minglie and was taken aback——

The emperor's attitude will actually soften?

"Bring the ashes first!" she insisted.

"Luo Nian...bring over the urn of Lord Thirteen." Zhu Minglie looked at her and ordered.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

A black urn was placed in front of Liusu, the dagger in her hand slipped to the ground, and she took the urn from Luo Nian with trembling hands.

Tears immediately fell like rain, falling one by one on the cold ashes urn.

Hitomi Zhuye now lives in this small world.

When he was alive, he was so rebellious and domineering. He was the devil king in the palace, but now he has turned into a jar of ashes.

"Now that you live in it, are you losing your temper again, thinking it is too small? Are you not used to Zuo Mu and Xiao Guozi not being by your side to serve you?" Liusu said softly, Hold Hitomi Tsune's ashes urn tightly in her arms...

"Zunye Hitomi!! Why are you dying? How can..." She yelled heart-piercingly towards the sky, the voice echoed in the grove, was carried away by the wind, and drifted far, far away ...

"If you can hear my voice, please listen carefully. You must take good care of yourself, don't lose your temper, don't be too kind, don't be too affectionate, don't be too kind..."

Liusu yelled, feeling as if he could hardly breathe, Hitomi Zhuye was dead, he was dead...

She will never see him again...

Up to now, she still can't believe that the person who sat under the tree with her to listen to the wind, fled with her, and bought a chicken with 50 taels of silver in Taohua Village is dead and will never come back... "

She turned around and ran towards the depths of the woods with the urn in her arms. The withered and yellow leaves were falling, and her white figure gradually blurred, as if she was about to disappear from this world.

She was tired from running, she couldn't run anymore, and she fell to the ground, tears dripping down, cold and hot...

sorry Sorry……

They're right, I killed you, I killed you

You wouldn't die without me

Am I supposed to die like this too...

Liusu fell to the ground and slowly closed her eyes: ...

Just let her fall asleep like this, in the dream, Hitomi Tsukino must not be dead yet...

In a dream, you won't die...

In the dream, there are large expanses of snow-white pear blossoms, his heroic appearance, his hearty laughter, and everything about him...

The branches and stones on the ground stabbed her body, but how could this little pain compare with the psychological grief...

Zhu Minglie walked towards her step by step, the black dragon robe fluttered with the wind, and his cold and arrogant aura froze the air...

The setting sun in the distance is as bright red as blood.

He bent down and picked her up. She was weak, pale as paper, with tears hanging on her long eyelashes...

She was so heartbroken, she opened her eyes and looked at him, tears all over her face——

She said to him—

"I hate you, I really hate you so much, I wish I could kill you, but I can't, because I know that Shisan definitely doesn't want you to die..."

Zhu Minglie's heart was torn open, but his face was still so cold and icy, and his eyes were still so deep that he couldn't see the edge.

He wished he had magical powers, kept her by his side, and stopped making her cry.

Her tears are the prison of his life...

"Your majesty... Your majesty... It's not good... King Lanling's troops are approaching the city..."

Suddenly, the leader of the Imperial Forest Army hurried over to report.

Liusu suddenly opened his eyes...

he came?He's finally here?

The look of anticipation in her eyes failed to escape Zhu Minglie's sight, he looked down at her, and a pain like a needle prick flashed in his heart...