Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1195 The pit is 222 meters deep
"Try what?" Peng Xin lowered his head, reaching out to caress his head like a mother.

Song Che's heart warmed up, but his face suddenly sank.

Definitely, he said firmly.

"I want to be the Great Khan of Beimeng and be the master of this world. Xiner, you believe me, no one in this world is smarter than me, the altar of the gods can't stop me, the valley of death can't stop me, no one can't help me Stay with me. Sheng, I rule the world, and I will give you flowers and brocades."

Peng Xin was startled, and put his hands on top of his head.

Looking at Song Che, he couldn't say a word.

Song Che was still saying, "Xin Xin, I can't choose my birth, so can I really change my destiny? You may not know it yet, I'm not dreaming, my chance has come."

Tightly pursing his lips, Peng Xin still didn't answer.

She just looked at him, looked at him with pity and sympathy, looked at him for a moment, like a child who made a typo, and was willing to listen to all his stories... and plans.

Song Che slowly grabbed her hand and held it tightly in his palm.

"Did you know? Xin'er, Xiao Qian is not dead."

The shock of these words was even greater to Peng Xin.

She knew everything about the Xiao family and Xiao Qian's death, and she felt all the pain that Mo Jiu had experienced.But as a friend, the only thing she couldn't do before was to sympathize with her.

Mo Jiu doesn't need sympathy.

Just like she didn't need sympathy in the first place.

Mo Jiu had never sympathized with her, and she would not sympathize with her.

They are both strong women and rare confidants.

Therefore, she can be sure that Mo Jiu became like that because of Xiao Qian's death.But now Song Che told her categorically - Xiao Qian is still alive.

What is this for?
Softly, she tentatively asked, "How do you know?"

She heard her own voice trembling a little.

Not for herself, but for Mo Jiu.

"I saw him, Xin'er, I saw him. I'm sure, it must be Xiao Qian, and it won't be someone else. How could someone else make me like this?"

Song Che roared hoarsely as if hating, seeing Peng Xin's face darkened, he slowly squatted down in front of her, looking at her with a burning flame in his eyes.

"It turns out that he has never died. That fake Su He used Wizard Nashun and the civet cat in exchange for the prince, easily took away everything that belonged to me, and gained the trust of Menghe and Darza. I never figured out why... …

Now I finally know.In this world, only Xiao Qian can do it, only he is sober and familiar with everything about Beimeng. "

Peng Xin's lips were tight.

A heart, ups and downs, like beating a drum.

But Song Che said again in a deep voice: "I have an intuition that everything was planned by Xiao Qian, and there is no one else besides him. The medicine I took these years, the medicine that Shun treated me, was originally It was done by old man Lu Ji, but before the civet cat was replaced as the crown prince, it must have come from Xiao Qian. If it wasn't for Xiao Qian, how could he easily control me?"

Peng Xin said nothing.

Half believe, half doubt.

After all, Xiao Qian is a mythical person.

Even if he is dead, it is still a myth.

The myth of Nanrong, the myth of Beimeng.

Perhaps Song Che has never met Xiao Qian, he just needs to use such a myth to comfort himself in his failure - losing to that fake Su He.

Moreover, this is not the civet cat for the prince, shouldn't it be the civet cat for the civet cat?
(End of this chapter)