The strongest queen of the six realms

Chapter 242 The Infighting of the Hidden Family (3)
Holding Xuechen's hand tightly, Luo Qingchen heard her own voice reply.

"I promise you."

There seemed to be some kind of light flashing in Xuechen's eyes, bright, but very gentle, touching people's heart, triggering the softest place.

"That's it... I'm relieved...Qingchen...thank you..." Before the last words could be said, the hand held by Luo Qingchen slipped suddenly, and those eyes closed with a smile on their cheeks. A drop of crystal tear slipped down, fell into the black as ink hair, and disappeared.

Luo Qingchen didn't cry loudly, her eyes were indifferent and calm, she quietly touched Xuechen's cheek, wiped away the teardrops from the corners of her eyes for her, tidied up her somewhat messy hair, Suddenly, I glanced out of the corner of my eye, and saw a touch of light blue protruding from the corner of the quilt, and slowly raised my hand, trembling even slightly.

Slowly open...

His eyes froze for an instant. With a sound of "squeak", the door behind her was pulled open, Luo Qingchen came out in a long snow-white dress, her light blue hair swayed with her walking movements, and the crimson color at the end of her hair was burning .

Si Yajun never left, she was standing by the side leaning against the pillar, looking up at the sky, while Qing Wushuang was standing in the yard, staring at the flowers that were beginning to wither, feeling a bad premonition in her heart.

In the originally clear blue sky, large flakes of goose feather snow suddenly fell, instantly dyeing the world white, and the coldness followed.

Before Qing Wushuang stepped forward, Luo Qingchen's body softened, and he was about to fall to the ground. Qing Wushuang's eyes flashed, and he walked towards Luo Qingchen quickly. Came to Luo Qingchen's side, stretched out his arms around her waist, and hugged her in his arms, Luo Qingchen's head rested on Si Yajun's chest, the bloody eyes reflected the Goose Feather Snow opened her mouth, a mouthful of blood spewed out, and there seemed to be a slip on her cheek, followed by the sound of Luo Qingchen crying.

Luo Qingchen tightly grasped the clothes on Si Yajun's chest with both hands, buried her head in his arms, tears poured out like a dam bursting, her chest felt stuffy, and her eyes were dark , It seemed that there was something passing in her mind that she couldn't grab even if she stretched out her hand.

Seeing this, Qing Wushuang stopped walking, stood blankly among the snowflakes, let those cold snowflakes fall on his head, shoulders, eyes, turned into water and slid to the ground, now there is no one who laughs He reminded him that if he stood still, he would become a snowman, and there was no one who asked the maid to bring him a soft and gentle cloak, and there was no longer the faint fragrance of plum blossoms that always wafted in the snow, and there was no more in his ears. There was no laughter from that person.

"Ah~ Xuechen~"

Qing Wushuang clenched his fists and roared up to the sky, like a wounded monster hiding in a corner and licking its wounds, no matter how cold and jade-like a person is, he must have seven emotions and six desires, not to mention that Xuechen is his only one in this world. loved ones.

The people who came behind also heard the mournful, strong and sad roar, and they all froze. Liuyun passed out, and Baili Zhe hurriedly caught her. Looking at the tears on her face, he felt Straight sigh.

Kou Lian was also stunned. She didn't know much about Xuechen, but she was a very gentle girl. When she laughed, there were always two small dimples on both sides of her cheeks. It will always be bent, as fascinating as the first quarter moon, just like this, I have not had time to leave anything, I have had time to take everything away, I left like this at a young age, leaving behind so many beautiful things but sad Memories to the extreme.

(End of this chapter)