Chapter 2043
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Feng Qian Che gave a soft snort and her eyes were filled with disdain as she looked at him, "Do you think you can live until then?"
"Your highness, why don't you take a look at the roof first!"
In the next second, a row of archers appeared on the roof. They were all dressed in night clothes and had their faces covered, making it impossible to see their faces.
But what was certain was that the arrow had come from the side.
It seemed that they had already made preparations.
"We can't fight here. It's easy to dodge an open attack, but hard to defend against an arrow in the dark." Luo Qingchen knit her brows and said, "Is there any other path we can take?"
Feng Qian Che tightly knit her brows and there was a dark light in her deep eyes. Her thin lips softly said, "We definitely can't pass through the path ahead. Behind the temple is a cliff … …"
"A cliff is a cliff."
In an instant, she raised her right hand and the Phoenix Dance Sword stirred up a snowflake.
She reached out to grab Feng Qian Che's hand and walked into Qing Sen Temple.
"Humph." In the next second, Dong Liang gave a snort and said, "A turtle in a jar."
"You guys guard the door. Don't let even a fly fly out." After he finished instructing the archers, he said to the dozen death warriors behind him, "You guys come with me to meet them."
For Dong Liang, he was not in a hurry at all.
Because Feng Qian Che had nowhere to run. At this moment, there was only one outcome for him.
That was: Waiting for death.
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When Luo Qingchen arrived at the cliff behind the temple, her heart instantly jumped into her throat.
The snow in the sky became heavier and heavier. From where she was, the cliff seemed to be towering in the clouds, so deep that she could not see the bottom.
Dong Liang unhurriedly chased after her with more than ten well-trained men in black behind him.
"I said before, you can't run." Dong Liang helplessly shrugged and said, "Perhaps your highness can cut off your own arms. That way, you might have a chance to live."
Luo Qingchen looked at Dong Liang's expression and it did not seem like he was mocking her. People's hearts were made of flesh. After five years of master and servant relationship, he used the other party's trust to turn the tables. His heart was filled with guilt.
Perhaps he thought that this was Feng Qian Che's only hope to live.
After all, a person with broken arms could not become a future emperor, but he could live on.
"You've been by my side for so many years, don't tell me you still don't understand my temper?" His cold eyes narrowed as his entire body emitted waves of coldness.
Heavy snow swirled in the sky and behind him was a cliff. Feng Qian Che held a sword in his left hand. His moon-white clothes were stained with blood from the battle earlier, making him look particularly ghastly.
If she hadn't seen it, Luo Qingchen probably wouldn't have known that he was injured.
"Then I'm afraid I'll have to say goodbye to Your Highness." With that, he raised his right hand and the archers behind him immediately took their positions.
He narrowed his eyes and said, "Release the arrows."
Feng Qianche forcefully pushed Luo Qingchen back. She only felt her body become unstable in an instant. Her right foot dangled in the air beside the cliff and rubbed against it a few times. Fine rocks fell into the abyss.
"I finally let you know why you came to this cliff?" Feng Qian Che's brows slightly moved. In this moment of life and death, the corners of his mouth unconsciously curled into a faint smile. He turned to look at her and said, "So Miss Qing wants to die with me!"
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