Princess, stop being a demon

Chapter 116 117. When He Comes, She Will Be Well
Hong Chen, on the other hand, sighed heavily, his expression indifferent, unable to tell whether he was happy or sad.

Mu Linge's body temperature slowly dropped, her head was very heavy, her thoughts were very chaotic, she just felt as if she was in a raging fire, she couldn't escape, she couldn't go, she could only Helplessly watching himself being burned to ashes inch by inch by the fiery red flames.

Pain, pain all over her body, including her soul—no, at this moment, she could no longer feel the shadow of her own soul, her whole body was floating in the air, and she watched her body vividly in front of her eyes in horror It exploded with a bang!
There were faintly shrill voices in her ear, some screaming for help, some scolding her resentfully, cursing her to go to the [-]th floor of hell, yes, yes, she remembered, she was blown to death by herself Woolen cloth!Just on that cliff, together with those so-called "relatives" with human faces and beast hearts.

Let's die together!What a joy!How refreshing!But why, looking at them who were also blown to pieces, why would she feel so uncomfortable, why would she want to cry so much?
It turns out, it turns out that she still misses the relationship between them for more than ten years, and the blood and family relationship that is thicker than water--she, after all, only dares to ignore it once!
Yetong's cool palm gently moved away from her forehead, and her brows and eyes were wrinkled.She had a dream, in the dream she was so helpless, so sad, being betrayed by her closest relatives collectively, such pain, how unforgettable it should be——

The hateful thing is that I can only watch her from a distance in her dream, but I can't do anything.

That feeling of powerlessness is as familiar and powerless as it was ten thousand years ago—I just hope that this time, he who has become stronger can protect her well, no matter what happens to her in the future, or what will happen to her identity of--

She is her, even after such a long ten thousand years, she is still her, he can recognize it immediately with just one glance!

"do not want!"

Mu Linge finally screamed, and at the same time opened his eyes suddenly, with slight tears in his eyes, three parts panicked and seven parts sad.

"If Xiao Ge'er doesn't wake up again, I don't know what to do as a husband." There was a hint of teasing in the elegant voice, and a familiar voice suddenly rang in my ears!

"Yetong!" She hugged the person sitting on the side of the couch, arched her head deeply into his arms, and released her fear, anxiety, and sadness to her heart's content.

There was her sobbing from time to time, the wet tears and snot stained Yetong's cloud-like white clothes, but he just looked at her softly, with the most affectionate and distressed eyes.

"Cry if you want, no one here will hear and no one will see."

"But you... you're here!" She twitched, her emotions still uncontrollable, the scene of dying together really stimulated her heart.

Now that I think about it, I feel scared. A living person just exploded into pieces like this. Even if she died, she couldn’t die in peace. She never thought that Mu Lingge would end like this—no, it should be said that the ancient Mu Lingge actually There will be such a cruel beginning!

Yetong gently stroked her hair, smiled softly, "I'm not someone else. It's just that my husband deeply feels that I'm so unqualified for letting my wife cry like this!"

(End of this chapter)