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Chapter 188
Bei Mingpo snorted with a sneer, and said dejectedly: "Your Highness is really good at chess, Po, I admire you. Since you have been seen through, you will be king or loser, so you can do whatever you want. However, it is impossible to sell the Po. "

Bei Mingpo raised his head, looking at death as if he were home, quite like an iron-blooded man.

The rain outside the window was dripping, and Moze's heart became disturbed.

Jimo Ze cherishes talents.

He knew that maybe he would never be able to train a second Beiming soul again.However, no matter how good a talent is, if he can't use it, everything will be in vain.

He knows too well how important loyalty is to a subordinate, especially a capable subordinate.

It is better to get rid of tigers than to raise tigers.

He turned around slowly, and flicked the flying leaf out from between his fingers!

Feiye drew a dazzling white light like a streamer in the air, and the light pointed directly at Beimingpo's neck!

"Wow—" There was a piercing sound of the skin being torn apart by the flying leaves!
Suddenly, he saw a blood-red splash behind Jimo Ze, flying out in the air with the tip of the leaf, and fell heavily to the ground.

Fade withered.

With a sound of "咚——", it was Beimingpo who fell heavily.

He didn't run away.

Jimoze closed his eyes, his hands trembled slightly, his face was pale and he sighed, and he was blocked in the melancholy rain in a roundabout way.

Killing, when will it end?

He began to loathe this, the cycle, the never-ending, betrayal, and conspiracy.

The rainy night was so lonely, and his heart was so cold and desolate.

Suddenly, in his mind, there flashed a smiling figure with short hair riding high in the wind and facing the sun. Like a spark, it rose in the center of his icy lake with a bang, and started a prairie fire with a bang. And open!

Since then, Lie Lie Yanyan has never been out of control.

Her temperature turned out to be the fire above the ice field on a rainy night.

There was a trace of wistful and genuine smile on Jimo Ze's lips.

***
Light rain slanted across the corridors of Momo, and the bluestone alleys were shimmering, seemingly deep and shallow.

Jimo Zemanman came out of the backyard through the corridor, bypassed the rockery, let the raindrops smear on his emerald crown, dripping into his cool and silky hair, long and weaving.

He walked out of the pavilion slowly and stood in the courtyard, with clusters of pear blossoms blooming behind him.

Jimo Ze gazed out, separated by a wall, and saw the Shui Yanqing in plain clothes and icy silk on the attic, standing leaning on the railing and facing the rain curtain.

There seemed to be broken pear blossoms sneaking into the rainy night with the wind, and a few petals fell on her shoulders, light but with a sense of wetness.

In his eyes, there seemed to be snowflakes passing by, and his smile became deeper and deeper, until he passed the red wall with overwhelming pampering, only the place where Yi Ren was leaning on the railing was left in his eyes, a little bit of brilliance.

His gaze moved up until it landed on her pupils.

She is not looking at him.Instead, he was looking at the corridor pavilion of Duke Huguo's mansion opposite.

There, there is also the figure of Duanmu Yuhan, who is full of affection, and invites each other with a toast, not afraid of wind and rain, looking at each other from a distance.

But on the tip of the dew grass, the woman in plain clothes, with her hands behind her back in front of the colonnade, stared at the man in another pavilion from a distance.

Like a smile, but not a smile.

But Duanmu Yuhan on the pavilion, with black hair and clothes dancing together, standing on a high place does not make people feel domineering, but a bit more possessive, but his expression is eternally graceful and luxurious.

Through the curtain of raindrops in the deep twilight, Moze seemed to feel that the neon green not far away was so dazzling, so unsuitable.

He stood blankly in the courtyard, in the rain, his cold palms were secretly tightened and tightened again.

With a sound of "wow--", the rain suddenly fell heavily.

The heavy rain drenched his silk clothes in an instant, and the rainwater flowed from the emerald crown, flowed down his black hair, and flowed into his eyebrows. The color of his eyebrows became as black as a rainy night. His complexion was shockingly glamorous.

He just stood there slowly in the rainy night, looking up at the woman with no makeup on the attic, silent, his face covered with frost, but his eyes seemed to be on fire with madness.

She is the flame in his heart, capable of setting him on fire at any time.However, he didn't know that she could also be the ice pool in his heart, dragging him into the ice coldness at any time, until he died.

Snake-shaped lightning split through the black night, tearing out a ray of light, shining on his jade-like pale cheeks, the white figure reflected in his black jade-like pupils suddenly lit up, unexpectedly Turning around, he disappeared without a trace.

Seeing her turn around and enter the room, a white skirt bloomed by the sandalwood door like a flower, but it dazzled his eyes and branded it in his heart.

He also gently closed his eyes, allowing the torrential rain to drench him thoroughly from top to bottom.

It's night, no sleep.

Jimo Ze didn't know when and where he was, he staggered back to his room, held her hairpin in his hands and tied it to his chest, and fell asleep with his clothes wet, and fell into a deep sleep in a daze. past.

At the end of the dream, she still saw the whiteness of her clothes when she turned around, splashing on his heart.

***
The next day.

At dawn, the dewdrops brighten the grass beside the courtyard. Under the morning glow, the verdant flowers and trees see the ice-clear water vapor, slowly transpiring, crystal and trembling, rolling down on the tip of the leaves, splashing a trace of dust on the ground, In an instant, there was a touch of bright color.

A ray of newborn sunlight penetrated the red paper window and landed on Jimo Ze's profile. His cheeks were flushed, beads of sweat rolled on his forehead, his lips were pale and pale, his eyes were closed tightly, and there was nothing left. color.

The wet clothes on his body had already been dried by his body temperature, and his body was trembling, only holding a hairpin in his palm, shivering non-stop.

A night of rain and a night of melancholy finally crushed his undefeated myth.

He, burning badly, was blurry.

So much so that when Ling Shiyi touched his palm and forehead, hot tears rolled down, and he knelt down and cried loudly: "My lord, why are you bothering! You have tortured yourself to such an extent!"

However, he couldn't tell whether it was reality or a dream, until Shui Yanqing's hand pressed his forehead, and he grasped her hand tightly as if by induction, saying that he didn't know it was in a dream It's still nonsense in reality.

After finishing speaking, he felt a tear hotter than the back of his hand, and it slid down and dripped on the back of his hand, burning his skin.

But he held her hand tightly, obviously so weak that he only had the strength to turn over, but he didn't know how to hold on until he fell into a deep sleep again.

Shui Yanqing heard him say - "Yan Qing, don't go with him...don't go with him..."

At that moment, Shui Yanqing understood why the overnight rain made him collapse to this point.

Basically, he must have seen the scene last night.

Hot tears, also involuntarily, fell down the cheeks.

(End of this chapter)