Thousands of elegance

Chapter 490

Yes, don't overthink it.That kind of smile can contain all winds, frosts and swords in the world, and block the cutting cold wind. Even though it is a severe winter outside, he has created for her a spring that never changes.

Yun Qing suddenly laughed: "Well, I'll wait for him."

Not long after, Jun Yuehao walked in with a cold face and followed by Jun Yuexie with an iceberg face.Seeing the two people sitting in the main seat at a glance, his eyes shrunk slightly, and he felt an indescribable emotion slowly filling his heart, thick as fog that would not disperse, and then he recovered and walked in front of her without stopping. He looked at her fixedly.

Yun Qing raised his eyes to look at him, never left his eyes since he came in, and stared around at the light green shadow in front of him, already having a conclusion in his heart.

He looked at her with guilt, heartache, pain from remorse, loneliness that couldn't be concealed and desolation that would never be restored, in short, it was extremely complicated.

Such complicated and heavy feelings were pressed straight down, with a kind of suffocating dullness, Yun Qing instinctively avoided it.

Jun Yuehao looked at her with such complicated eyes, moved his lips, and said two words: "I'm sorry."

Yun Qing's heart trembled, he didn't quite understand what he meant, and he said again: "It was my fault that I failed to protect him and let him be poisoned and hurt in my house."

Yun Qing's face was slightly pale, and for a moment, she only felt the wind pass through her chest, wrapping her heart in layers, heavy and weak, she opened her eyes wide, and her clear pupils were like a cold ice surface reflecting his reflection: "What did you say?"

"Ao Chen was hit by Li Shang, and this king has asked the emperor to bestow the Ice Realm Blood Lotus to detoxify the poison." Jun Yuehao explained while letting go of his hands, and handed back her treasure that he regarded as a treasure in his arms. to her.

Yun Qing panicked, worry and fear flooded in like maggots with toes, almost annihilated her, she covered her chest, pain and endless desolation slowly spread in her clear eyes, time seemed to stand still at this moment, ears Only the cold wind was howling on the cliff, and a fresh and young life fell silently. Qingluan's firm eyebrows said that she had no regrets, "Qingluan has no regrets, and this life has no regrets"; Hongxiu's cute big tears said to her "Miss, Hongxiu is neither afraid nor regretful", and at the last moment of his life, he told her his nostalgia in his heart, his nostalgia for her, his nostalgia for this world and his love for the world. Nostalgia for the beauty of life...

In the sound of hunting and hunting, Lian'er's desperate jump tells the love between master and servant, which is deep and righteous, and the figure of desperate and bloody fighting will never fade away.

As the sun sets, the sky is full of clouds and clouds, which are red like blood and like fire, as if they want to burn this blood-stained life, leaving only silence and desolation in the world.

Silent life, silent death, and everyone left her with tragic comfort and unyielding soul in the end, so strong and not light, it stained her heart like splashed ink, and never faded.

The heart-wrenching pain of being helpless and powerless seems to be unfolding in front of her eyes. Under such a tragic sunset, the pain of breaking a pen, like a bone erosion, will not fade over the years, all kinds of which are deeply buried deep in her memory. Today, under Jun Yuehao's words of "Re-living the War", it reappears one by one, and it will not fade with the passage of time, and will not be lost because of the passage of time.

At this moment, my heart was roasted by the fire just like that day, without tears or blood.But it hurts...

Do you want to experience this pain again?

The despair and sadness on the woman's face made one's heart broken and could not bear to look at it any longer. Jun Yuehao lowered his head guiltily, but stretched his hand straighter. Lian'er sobbed, unable to speak: "Miss..."

(End of this chapter)