Qin Luo World: Concubine Yu, Don't Play Ambiguous

Chapter 173 Little things, I want to promise myself 9
Hey, there must be no good life after going back.

The more Yiqin thought about it, the more sad she became, the more she thought about it, the more afraid she became, the more she thought about it, the more...

After a while, Murong Jue couldn't help asking anymore, "Little thing, is it really so difficult to choose me?" There was a trace of sadness in his voice.

He's not a fool, he can see that the little thing has much deeper feelings for Li Luo than he does.

Silence, deathly silence, as silent as snowflakes.

Suddenly, Yiqin asked: "Murongjue, what about your injury?"

"I can't die, the little thing cares about me, how much status do I have in your heart?"

Murong Jue looked away, he was both afraid and looking forward to the answer, this kind of feeling was something he had never experienced before.

To be precise, it was the first time for him to experience those emotions and throbbing after meeting the little things.

Yi Qin also looked into the distance, frowning slightly, as if thinking about this question.

From the anger at the beginning to the indifference later, when he blocked the palm for him, he was shocked and moved.

She had to admit that Murong Jue treated him well, no worse than Li Luo.

She can't see Murong Jue being hurt for her, and can't do nothing to save her, what kind of feeling is that?

"Friend." Yes, she regarded him as a friend, and when he was a friend, she would stab at him.

Just like treating the brethren in the killing regiment.

"Friend, are you just friends? Little thing, I'm so sad." His face was pale, and there seemed to be an inexplicable pain spreading, like fine silver needles piercing the heart and lungs.

Want to have her, hug her, don't let go, don't want to let go, don't want to let go...

It was silent again, falling into the quagmire of silence.

But Murong Jue was actually conserving his strength, as if he would faint in the next second.

The blood on the back was still spreading, almost soaking through the entire robe, a blood red color.

There is silence all around, only the whistling north wind accompanies.

After a long time, he leaned his head slightly on Yiqin's shoulder, turned his head slightly, and kissed her tender neck.

Looking up, the black eyes of Yaomei were full of sadness, and said weakly: "Don't move, just for a while, I will be satisfied after a while."

His eyes, like shining pearls in the darkness, stared at her quietly, evil and bottomless, as if they wanted to brand her in his heart.

(End of this chapter)