The evil prince, the best concubine

Chapter 400 He is reluctant 1
The ends of her hair had a snow-white color, covered with icicles.

The eyebrows are thin and curved, and the long eyelashes have turned into a frosty color.

Her lips trembled, and her lips, which were originally light pink, were faintly white.

All these changes come from this nameless ice room.

Crouching down and falling to the ground, Jian Luo almost had no strength left to stand up again.

The snow color of ice crystals, the ruthless ice.

This icehouse is beautiful, clear, and thorough.

But who knew that in such a beautiful ice sculpture building, the life of a delicate and petite woman was slowly passing away.

The clear ice crystals reflected Jian Luo's shadow.

Pale complexion, hair, eyebrows, and eyelashes covered with frost and snow.

There are even traces of ice on the clothes.

So chilling, so touching.

"Little girl, don't be brave anymore.

If you continue like this, you will die.

Do you remember the bet I made with you?

As long as you call out my name, all this will be over.

You won't suffer any more. "

Ye Wuhuang's voice was very cold.

It resounded in the icy cold room, adding a bit of chill.

Jian Luo's consciousness gradually became a little confused.

The cold air here froze her body, and it also froze her soul.

Hearing what Ye Wuhuang said, Jian Luo felt a little dizzy.

Did he make her say his name?

If you don't cry, you will really die in this ice room.

but……

To call or not to call?
Stay or die?

"It's Longtan, it's Tiger's Den, I'll be with you."

"Jian Luo, listen to me, if you dare to let go without my permission, I will chase you to the ends of the earth, forever and ever."

"Luo Er, only I can bully you in this world, don't even think about other people."

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Suddenly, Jian Luo remembered what Jun Moran had said to her.

So domineering, so cherished.

Jun Moran, she came here for him this time.

But did he really die like this without getting anything?
If she died, what about him?

Back then, when he fell off the cliff, she forced him to live.

She forced him not to do stupid things for himself.

If she died now, he would be broken.

She hasn't seen him for half a year, but she still believes in his affection for her.

Sometimes looking at the little bead he gave her, she could feel how much he misses her.

Not fantasy, not reverie.

It's a real feeling.

(End of this chapter)