Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1200
A chess game used to paralyze the Xie family, even to the Emperor Hua?
The cold wind blew Peng Xin's sleeves, she was so frightened that she couldn't say one more word.

Under the Emperor Quan, how can there be a perfect egg?
He, he, them, who is living for themselves?
For a long time, there was no sound in the stone room.

Song Che stared at her blankly.

Looking at her like that, like a child...

His eyes were angry, frightened, and helpless.

God knows how much he wants to trust her, to believe that his mother loves him, to believe that the Xiao family has never thought of harming him... But, all these years of suffering, many pains, and now, Xiao Qian plotting against the Shun wizard, To replace his identity as the son of Su He——

He was not even allowed to make a chess piece, why should he forgive?
They never trusted him, why should he trust them?

"No. Kinji, I can't do it."

Song Che slowly held her face, stroking, stroking gently, the dark light in his eyes was as poisonous as a snake, but also cold, "I want them to die, all those who have harmed me must die."

Peng Xin was taken aback.

"Heart Demon!"

She took his hand off, held it in her hand, and looked at her intently. The bottom of her eyes was as clear as two gurgling streams. No matter how cold the heart is in the world, it would sink in it and turn into flowing water. .

"Stone, look at me. This is a demon, an obsession."

Song Che felt her concern.

He held her hand instead, wishing that time would stop.

"No. Kinji, I have too much hate. I can't do what you want me to do. You... don't hate me, okay? Kinji, don't hate me. I can't let it go, I can't let them go. "

The cruel Song Che is also the passionate Song Che.

There is only a thin line between humans and demons.

Peng Xin didn't answer, pondered for a moment, then asked him softly.

"Stone, do you still remember when we first met?"

Song Che was stunned, his eyes were clouded, as if he had searched in his memory for a long time before he found the white-clothed boy who was finally free and secretly went south with the wizard.

"Xin'er, I remember."

How many years?He always remembers.

When his head hurts the most, he sometimes forgets the time, but no matter what, he can't forget the "pounding" heart when he first saw Peng Xin, and her cool face as beautiful as a magnolia.

On that day, she was sitting on that holy high platform like a lotus seat, worshiped by everyone in the Miao Village. She was expressionless and silent, as holy as a fairy girl from the nine heavens——

But Song Che saw through her with just one glance.

The girl is not happy.

Just like him, he succeeded in becoming the son of Su He and gained the trust of Wizard Nashun, but he has never had a happy day.

His happiness was imprisoned in Yinshan.

And her happiness is also imprisoned on the throne of the saint on a high platform.

At that moment, he really wanted to know what Peng Xin was thinking when he was sitting on the high platform.

When he was in Yinshan, he often fantasized.

Relying on fantasy to pass the long time——

Fantasize about the prosperity of Lin'an City, and fantasize about the splendor of that desirable imperial palace.

Will it be higher than Yinshan?
Will it be wider than the prairie?
Will it be more resplendent than Halla and Lim's palace?
He wanted to go to Lin'an to have a look, and wanted to go farther to the south, to see the scenic spots in the south that were written in the books, which were completely different from the scenery in the north.

So he sneaked away.

(End of this chapter)