Crossing the bar on the tyrant: the only favorite

Chapter 662: Hearts and Hearts in the Same Boat 1
If they knew that she was another soul residing in this body, they would probably treat her even more as a monster.

Cang Mo naturally also noticed these gazes, held Qiu Yishui's hand even harder, and looked at her with encouraging eyes.

It seems to be saying, it doesn't matter, no matter what happens, we will be together and stand together through thick and thin.

Qiu Yishui smiled back at him, and the two of them met each other's hearts, what could be difficult for them?
They will go back to the palace now, don't hide anymore, and bravely face the reality that belongs to them.

Zetian rode his horse and galloped, flicking the whip desperately, urging the horse to go fast.

He didn't know where he was going, he just wanted to run, to vent all the suppressed sadness and anger in his body.

Full of determination to take back the beauty, he came with a mighty army, but in the end he withdrew the army and fled in such a panic.

Someone behind him seemed to be calling: "Your Majesty."

emperor?By the way, he is not just a frustrated man, not just a husband and father who lost his wife and children, he is also an emperor.

Zetian managed to calm down, stopped his horse, waited for the guards behind him to arrive in front of him, explained the details of the army's withdrawal, and rode away on his own, not allowing anyone to follow behind.

He didn't want to walk with the army, and he didn't dare to face those sympathetic eyes.

Zetian rode the horse and let the horse run freely. He didn't care where he went, as long as the horse was running and the depression in his body was venting.

The situation is changing, and the sky and the earth are eclipsed.

Without Yishui, his life has no meaning anymore.If it wasn't for Yishui's belief that he might come back one day, he might want to run like this forever.

The setting sun fell to the horizon, and the colorful clouds were flying all over the sky, like large swaths of dazzlingly red blood flying.

The blood of the soldiers dripping under the city wall, the blood dripping from his heart.

What did he do?

Sunset, heartbroken people in the horizon.

Tired of running, the horse tilted and fell on the grass, panting.

Ze Tian lay down on the grass, grasping the grass roots and soil with his ten fingers, crying bitterly.

(End of this chapter)