Chapter 947
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When Shaman Zhu said the last four words, his eyes fell on Murong Ming.
Luo Qingchen didn't know what she saw, or maybe she didn't see anything, but she felt an ancient aura from them.
It was like fate colliding with fate, and an ancient and mysterious chapter was slowly opening.
Witch Zhu didn't say anything, but brought the somewhat dispirited Su Luoluo back to her room.
Luo Qingchen glanced at Murong Ming beside her, then turned to Murong Hanxuan and said, "Then this one won't disturb His Majesty's rest, I'll take my leave first."
She expressed that it wasn't easy for her to speak to Murong Hanxuan in such a rational manner.
To be honest, if she could, she wanted to take out the Nine Section Moon Whip and send him to heaven without any explanation!
Little did she know — —
"Great Master Si Yue, can we talk in private?" Murong Hanxuan raised his eyebrows, his eyes carrying a faint Liguang.
She had seen this kind of gaze before. At that time, Murong Hanxuan had used this kind of gaze to look at no one else, but Su Luoluo.
At that time, the original owner was so envious of this kind of gaze. She definitely never thought that there would be such a day.
Murong Hanxuan would also use the same gaze to look at her. Although it wasn't her, it was once her.
Murong Ming's gaze was still languid and his face was incomparably calm, but his fingers unconsciously rubbed against each other.
He had this habit since he was young. His heart was already unhappy, so he habitually tapped on the table with his fingers.
If there was no place to tap, he would habitually rub his fingers.
"Alright." She raised her eyebrows and gently nodded.
First, this was the Imperial Palace, so it wasn't good to refuse the Emperor's words. Second, she wanted to know what kind of tricks this man wanted to play.
Inside the Imperial Study.
At this moment, only Luo Qingchen and Murong Hanxuan were in the Imperial Study.
The air was filled with the faint scent of sandalwood in this enclosed study.
The candlelight was bright as he looked into her eyes and said softly, "Grandmaster Si Yue, this one feels like we've met somewhere before?"
He felt that the woman in front of him gave him a familiar feeling, as if they had been together before.
Luo Qingchen raised her eyebrows slightly, the corners of her mouth curving into a sneer as she said, "Of course we have met."
In his memories, the Central Lord had loved him many times. Although she was arrogant and clingy, she had never lost to anyone in the name of love.
But ultimately, no one loved her. And the person she had given all her love to was eager for her to die.
"I have …" Murong Hanxuan frowned as his heart suddenly trembled.
In the next second, her eyebrows twitched and she took off the white cloth. She looked at him coldly and continued, "Brother Emperor, how could you forget about me?"
"Boom —" Thunder rumbled outside the window, and the fiery red light not only lit up the night sky, but also illuminated her snow-white cheeks.
"Ah — —" Murong Hanxuan cried out in alarm and staggered back a step. Her lips couldn't stop trembling as she said, "You … you … Luo Qingchen … how could you …"
"How could I be here?" She stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes cold as she walked step by step towards Murong Hanxuan, "That's right! I shouldn't be here, I should be in that hellish Imperial Mausoleum, becoming a malicious spirit, unable to reincarnate, right? "
At this moment, it was as if the flames of hell were burning behind her, swallowing her bit by bit.
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