Peerless Concubine: Ghost King, this palace wants to rob

Chapter 852 Thank you
In the room, Zhou Ling took a shower, brushed his teeth, changed into pajamas and got ready for bed as usual.

Sitting on the chair in the room, Murong Yao just stared at her, "What are you doing here if you don't sleep in the middle of the night?"

Zhou Ling wiped his hair with a towel, walked up to the man and stared at him suspiciously.

After being silent for a while, Murong Yao asked cautiously, "Are you angry?"

Zhou Ling paused for something to wipe his hair, and turned around amusedly, "Why am I angry?"

"I've been in these two days..." Murong Yao sighed slightly, "Ling'er, Wei Xun is dead."

After the man's voice fell, Zhou Ling's heart trembled in vain, and the ups and downs were so great that she couldn't react for a while.

"What did you say?"

It was several minutes later that Zhou Ling sat down in front of Murong Yao and looked at him very seriously.

"She died, the night before yesterday, that is, the night we met her in the supermarket." The man's voice was a little low, but it was already a little less sad.

Zhou Ling couldn't accept it for a while, dead?
She really doesn't like Wei Xun very much, as a rival in love, no one wants anyone to have a good life, but if she is allowed to die, she...

"How did you die?" Zhou Ling frowned, with surprise remaining in his eyes.

Murong Yao's voice was a little low: "Suicide."

After the words fell, there was another silence in the room, and Zhou Ling sat there holding a towel in a daze.

I don't know how long it took, but when it was already dark, Zhou Ling got up slowly: "Is her funeral arranged?"

"It was done that night."

"So you've been busy with the things she left behind during her lifetime these two days, or you're not in a good mood?" Zhou Ling lit a cigarette and looked back at him with a smile.

"That's not true. I just feel that no matter how you say it, you are still a person. If you say nothing, you will be gone. After all, you will be a little uncomfortable." Murong Yao didn't want to make any excuses.

Zhou Ling exhaled a puff of smoke, and his eyes fell on the bright cold moon outside the window.

"How many times on the battlefield, my teammates, my team members, or the soldiers I brought out with my own hands, all died for me. They were all so young, and they lost their lives just at the beginning of their youth. I live better, so I won't be sad every time, because I can't let their death become worthless and meaningless."

Zhou Ling's voice is very light and indifferent, as if she doesn't care about anything, but there are countless emotions hidden deep in her heart. She seems indifferent, but once she becomes enthusiastic, she is like a moth that only cares about life.

"Sadness is unavoidable, but I hope it's only temporary, because you still have your life to go on, Murong Yao, you have to remember that you are a married person and you have a family! I don't want to see You are sad because of another woman, even if it is really very simple sadness and regret!"

Zhou Ling's domineering made Murong Yao's heart very warm, it seemed that the cold air in the winter night had been driven away in an instant.

The man slowly got up and walked behind her, stretching his hands around her waist, "Ling'er."

"Ah."

"Thank you."

"no need thank me?"

Thank you for coming, thank you for appearing in my life.

Murongyao didn't say this, but pulled Zhou Ling over, forced to extinguish the cigarette in her fingertips and threw it into the ashtray, pushed her down on the big bed, and then the tall and strong The body fell over.

Zhou Ling made Murong Yao tormented all night. After being wiped clean by him, he thought he could rest, but he came here again while he was bathing her!
"Murong Yao!" she shouted.

(End of this chapter)