My princess Lu Ziye

Chapter 681 685 Sister, I'm so tired.

Shangguan Yanwan reached out to Siyu's small face with trembling hands, choked with sobs.

"Actually, I lied to you too. I am not your brother Yan, I am a woman, just like you, a woman.

You see, you lied to me, and I lied to you too, so you don't owe each other, and you don't have to feel guilty.

Siyu, you have to be good, the witch clan is about to end, and no one will be able to restrain you in the future, and no one will dig your hearts and blood.

You will live freely, you haven't even seen the great rivers and mountains, there is a bigger world outside of Yecheng, don't you want to see it? "

Siyu looked at her steadfastly, his light-colored lips curled up slightly, and he smiled like a little fox.

"Actually, I knew you were a woman as early as when you hugged me. I always wanted to call you sister, can you?"

Seeing that faint smile, Shangguan Yanwan's tears flooded her face, and she nodded.

Siyu stretched out his hand with difficulty, and helped her wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

"Sister, promise me one last thing, okay? Let's wipe out the Wu Clan completely, cough cough...

Rescue all those trapped under the frozen lake, ahem, ahem, and release those undead who are bound by eternal life and eternity. "

After struggling to finish the sentence, Siyu saw her nodding, finally felt relieved, and slowly lowered his hand.

"Sister, I'm so tired and in pain, I want to sleep for a while."

Shangguan Yanwan grabbed her hand and shook her head desperately.

"Siyu, don't sleep, wait until I bring you home, okay?"

But the person in his arms finally closed his eyelids, as if he really just fell asleep, and there was even a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, but he could no longer hear her breathing.

Shangguan Yanwan patted her face in panic, tears streaming down her face.

"Si language! Si language!"

Yun Yifei had already walked to her side, seeing her crying bitterly, felt extremely uncomfortable.

He gently hugged her from behind, lowered his jaw, and pressed against the back of her head, giving her warmth.

All comforting words are unnecessary at this moment, what she needs is a back that can support her and prevent her from falling down.

At the moment when Si Yu died, all the living dead in the field fell to the ground without a trace of life.

Shangguan Zechen slashed his sword immediately, seeing the fallen living dead in front of him, and thinking of that heart-piercing roar, he instantly understood what happened.

"Soldiers, listen to the order! Clear up all the dead soldiers in Daduanchao, we will take them home!"

With blood all over their faces, the soldiers who survived the catastrophe raised their weapons and shouted loudly, with a long-lost smile on their faces, but there were tears in their smiles.

Zhong Liangyu walked over slowly, and carried Shui Yunsheng's body to Zhong Jun's side. His fingertips ran over their blood-stained armor, his eyes were wet, and his voice was low and inaudible.

"Grandfather, grandmother, and grandson are late, so I will take you home. Father, mother, and aunt are all waiting for you to go home."

Sun Sirou walked carefully to his side, her blood-stained face wrinkled, thought for a while, and reached out to touch his head.

"Master, don't cry. You are already such an adult. You are about to marry a wife. It is not good to spread the word."

Zhong Liangyu: ...

Is this fucking comforting?

Zhong Liangyu was filled with grief, because these words disappeared, he raised his head and glanced at her.

Standing up, he stretched out his hand to wipe her face, without concealing the disgust on her face, "It's so dirty!"

(End of this chapter)