Chapter 20
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So tired, her eyelids kept falling down.
Her mind was in chaos as the surrounding sounds of swords and blades were overwhelming.
She slightly raised her eyes and looked at the panicked man in front of her as he carried her through the forest.
Zhao An Yang's two death soldiers had both died in front of the grass hut, but Fu Hongyuan still had not arrived.
In front was the cliff, behind was the pursuers.
Zhao An Yang held her white dress that was completely dyed red as he stood on the edge of the cliff with a deathly stillness in his eyes.
[System prompt: The body has entered the danger zone … …]
I know, I know, the pain is very obvious, okay? And you don't need to be so tactful, just say that I'm about to die!
[Yes.] The system silently expressed that the host was not too stupid.
Luo Qingchen slightly opened her eyes and looked at the flashing flames in front of her. She gently pulled Zhao An Yang's sleeve and said: "Emperor … … Emperor … …"
"Qing Er, don't speak." Zhao An Yang's eyes were red and his lips were slightly trembling. His voice was filled with incomparable panic.
She took a deep breath and blinked. There was a faint smile on her lips as she looked at his face that was on the verge of breaking down. She raised her hands and her slightly cold fingertips slid across his face. "Do you know? When I went to Qing Nan Mountain to take the Snow Lotus in the sky, the blood on my white dress was the same as now. "
His heart was startled. Back then, he knew that going to Qing Nan Mountain to take the Snow Lotus in the sky was definitely a narrow escape. Therefore, even if he knew that the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus could let him see the light again, he never thought of taking it.
After all, it was simply an impossible matter.
Under the heavens, in all directions and eight desolations.
As far as he knew, there were very few people that could take the Heavenly Mountain Snow Lotus. On the other hand, the number of heroes that died on Qingnan Mountain was innumerable.
Back then, she must have done her best just like she did today.
Even her life … …
She did so much for him, but what did he do?
Using the Luo Family behind her to become an emperor, bringing back the daughter of a fallen country to the palace, and watching that woman personally destroy her most beloved child?
When she was inconsolable, what did he do?
Making Yan Wu Se an imperial concubine and letting her spread rumors that she was the champion of the harem?
And the woman that did all this for him was in a desolate palace, washing her face with tears every day.
He was so useless. How could he say that he loved her?
He didn't deserve her love …
"Qing Er …" Zhao An Yang's body trembled uncontrollably, and a crystal clear teardrop fell.
Looking at her pale face, Zhao An Yang's heart felt like it was being twisted together. How he wished that the arrow had pierced his chest, and that he would die for her.
"Don't cry …" Luo Qingchen could feel the scalding liquid on the back of her hand. She took a deep breath and said, "I love you so much … I don't want you to be sad. I won't die, don't cry …"
At this moment, Zhao An Yang was on the verge of collapsing.
She was lying in his arms, covered in blood. Her face was pale, but her eyes were looking at him softly.
At the brink of life and death, in order not to make him worry, she used the last of her strength to pull out a smile and surround him with warmth, softly coaxing him.
"Luo Qingchen, you cannot die. If you die, I will accompany you. " He roared with all his strength, squatted down, and gently stroked her eyebrows with a pair of bony hands. His eyes were filled with determination.
He used me, not this emperor.
The blood in her body was slowly flowing out, and her mind was gradually becoming fuzzy. The last trace of consciousness collapsed. Everything in front of her went black, and she lost consciousness.
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