Chapter 1869
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"You don't have the qualifications to mention Chi Mo. He sincerely worked himself to the bone for you." Luo Qingchen bit her lips. The scene of Chi Mo's death suddenly flashed before her eyes. It was so miserable.
And he was high and mighty, his eyes as cold as frost, without the slightest bit of emotion.
"But he sincerely likes you." Mu Hanche gently raised his right hand, wanting to touch her cheek, but she directly dodged it.
"You're right. I won't kill you, because I can't do it." Luo Qingchen looked at him and said word by word seriously, "But I also won't love you, because I'm not her."
Luo Qingchen didn't know if Mu Hanche understood her words, but they came from her heart.
She couldn't replace anyone's love for him, including the original owner …
Mu Hanche looked into her eyes for a very long time, so long that the originally fluttering snow had already stopped.
He then said, "Don't go back, you'll die."
Luo Qingchen narrowed her eyes, a trace of doubt flashing through her eyes. She looked at him and said, "The so-called Heavenly Spirit Flower Formation … is there something you haven't told me?"
"Although I don't want to admit it, the reason Nan Yisheng brought you back was probably to protect you." Mu Hanche chuckled and said, "But you bravely followed him, not even willing to turn your head back."
"You're right." Luo Qingchen put the Phoenix Dance Sword back into its scabbard and looked at him, saying, "I'm leaving. I'll thank you for your affection on her behalf, but she won't be able to receive it."
After saying that, she slowly turned around and was about to leave.
In the next second, Mu Hanche's extremely cold voice entered her ears, shaking her heart with every word, "The Heavenly Spirit Flower Formation isn't actually a sacred object. It's a cursed formation that requires the sacrifice of every generation's Saintess. Otherwise, the Nanzhao Kingdom will sink into a deathly sandstorm … "
Luo Qingchen listened to his words, but didn't stop her footsteps.
He was a bit anxious and continued, "The sacrifice method uses the Saintess' blood."
She still didn't turn around. She couldn't hear his voice clearly, but she understood what he meant.
"Luo Qingchen —" Mu Hanche roared, "Using all of your blood … was it really worth it?"
This time, she stopped, but she didn't look back.
Suddenly, she was inexplicably touched by Nan Yisheng's love and protection for her.
She nodded slightly and looked at the bright moon above her head. She murmured, "It's worth it."
Because that man clearly knew that if he sent her back, all the citizens of the Nanzhao Kingdom would die, but he still resolutely decided to send her back.
Everything that remained, he would carry it on his back. He would bear it all by himself.
Facing Nan Yisheng like this, what was not worth it?
After a long while, she slowly came to a stop as a dazzling firework flashed across the sky. That was a secret signal between her and Song Le. The fireworks meant that she would wait for him in a dilapidated temple or something like that.
Along the way, a myriad of thoughts ran through his mind.
She would occasionally think of Chi Mo and Mu Hanche, but it was only when she thought of Nan Yisheng that she would gently raise the corner of her mouth and the gloominess in her heart would be swept away.
Perhaps this was what love was supposed to be like …
In a dilapidated temple in the east of the city, there was a mark left behind by Song Le at the entrance. She put the Phoenix Dance Sword into her portable space, took out a medical kit from it, and walked inside.
She originally thought that she would have to search for a while to find them, but she didn't expect that she would be pulled into a warm embrace the moment she entered.
The faint scent unique to him was mixed with the smell of blood.
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