I only want your heart to be like my heart 9

"Who dares to be presumptuous with the dragon sword again?" Grandma Ge shouted with a pale face, but her voice began to tremble uncontrollably.

It's useless. These people in black didn't seem to hear it at all, and they all waved big knives at them fiercely.

They are the dark night killers cultivated by Uya Luoxuan, and they are only ordered by him. The dragon sword has no restraint for them.

These people dare to kill even the ministers of the previous dynasty, not to mention those who have been expelled from the palace.

......

Shcreams sounded one after another---

The first person to fall was the sister-in-law who had no power to bind the chicken. Then, the tattooed dragon sword in Grandma Ge's hand was picked to the ground, and a man in black stabbed her heart without her attention. Grandma Ge snorted and spewed out a mouthful of blood, and she also fell down. At the moment of falling down, her eyes widened, looked at Wuya Qinghuan and Wuya Luoka, and said with all her strength, "The old man went first. You must... avenge me... us!"

"Aunmother..." "Rong'er..."

" Grandma..." "Mother..."

Uya Luo Capricorn, Wuya Qinghuan and Fang Youchen looked at their relatives who fell to the ground, and their faces were as pale as paper. Uyaluo's eyes were red, as if it could drip blood. He suddenly looked at Uyalo on the bronze chair and said with hatred, "Uyaluoxuan, you beast, I'm going to kill you!" After saying that, one jumped over and slashed at him with a knife. But before he ran in front of him, he was intercepted by more than a dozen people in black and fought with them.

At this time, Fang Youchen didn't know whether he could stand such a bloody scene or was too scared and sad, and he suddenly fell into a coma without warning.

"Chen'er, what's wrong with you!" Wuyaluohuan only had time to shout and grab Fang Youchen's arm. He didn't have time to look closely, so he had to tie his clothes and put it on his shoulder.

He has no time to mourn his deceased relatives and can't find out why Fang Youchen fell into a coma for no reason, because as long as he is a little distracted, a ruthless knife will cut them.

Uya Qinghuan can't remember how many people have been killed and how many knives he has been cut. All he knows is that if he falls, his grandma's last wish will not be fulfilled, and his parents, brother, cousin and sister-in-law can't avenge! Therefore, he can't fall down until the last moment!

"Ah!" Uyaluo Capricorn screamed, and a big knife flew out with his bloody head...

"Big uncle! ..." Wu Yaqing shouted, turned around and stared at Wuya Luoxuan on the huge chair, hoping to rush forward to smash him to pieces.

As soon as he lowered his head, he saw the dragon sword lying in front of his feet. He raised his foot and raised his sword, carried the internal force on his right foot, and kicked it fiercely at the heart of Uya Luoxuan, who was smiling at this moment.

'Puff, poops!'

When the tattooed dragon sword pierced the unprepared Wuya Luoxuan's chest, Wuya Qinghuan's abdomen was also slashed with a big knife.

He snorted and immediately stabbed the big knife in his hand into the heart of the man in black who was ready to attack Fang Youchen. Draw a knife, bring a cavity of fishy blood, and wave it to another person's neck again...

"The last one!" When Wuyaqinghuan's roar sounded with the sound of bone cracking, Uyaluo suddenly burst into the hall with sharp laughter.

Uya Qinghuan did not pay attention to him, but put Fang Youchen on his shoulder and held him in his arms. When he saw the blood on her lips, his head buzzed and his heart suddenly tightened. He patted her face hard and called out, "Chen'er, Chen'er! Wake up, wake up! ..." Then, he went to press her, but Fang Youchen didn't realize it.

"Ji Jie Jie." Uyaluo Xuan stroked the wound on her chest, smiled weakly, looked at Wuya Qinghuan obliquely, and said coldly, "Wuyaqinghuan, you don't have to bother. She had taken the ancient elixir as early as two months ago. This poison lurked for seventy-seven forty-nine days. If she hadn't been in a state of drowsiness in the first two months, delay With the attack of toxicity, you can't see her at all.

"You...Uya Luoxuan, what's wrong with you coming to me? She's just a weak woman. How can you do it? You... hand over the antidote quickly!" Wu Yaqinghuan said and rushed forward to catch him.

Uya Luoxuan still smiled carelessly, "The antidote? This is the ancient elixir. Where can I find the antidote? Hahaha, how's it going? Isn't it uncomfortable to lose your lover? Do you want to die for her? Humph, I can only blame her for being too unreasonable to me. I can see you die one by one in the hands of my king. When my life is about to end, I can eradicate all the remnants for the prince, and I can also be relieved to leave, cough..."

"You..." Wu Yaqing Huan grabbed his collar and shook it angrily, but Wuya Luoxuan's eyes gradually dimmed. When he closed his eyes, the corners of his lips suddenly raised a strange smile.

----It's time to turn around----

I don't know how long it took, Fang Youchen's chaotic consciousness gradually became clear. She always heard someone whispering something in her ear. What a familiar voice. Is it her husband? But the internal organs hurt so much, as if they were roasted in a fire, and it won't be long before they melted.

Is it your husband?

She struggled in her heart and finally defeated the confused consciousness. She slowly opened her eyes and saw an ugly and haggard face. Then I heard a slight 'ah', and my eyes were full of joy and excitement.

fang Youchen looked at Wu Yaqinghuan, raised his hand, stroked his face, and shouted softly, "My husband..."

At the same time, she also noticed that this was no longer a gloomy palace, but a familiar thatched hut.

"Chen'er, you finally woke up!" Wu Yaqinghuan grabbed her cold hand, but she couldn't hide her happy look in her bloody eyes.

Fang Youchen wanted to smile at him, but his blood suddenly surged, and a mouthful of blood quietly overflowed.

"No, Chen'er..." Wuya Qinghuan wiped the blood stains from the corners of her lips with her sleeves, and a trace of glancholy flashed in her eyes. Holding her tightly, he let himself keep smiling and said, "Chen'er, don't worry. Uya Luoxuan is dead. The current king may not be able to guess who he is all your life."

He gently stroked her soft green silk and said softly, "The king who was there first is your father, Fang Yilian. He rushed into the East Palace with many officials who were dissatisfied with Wuya Luoxuan and killed the prince and queen. From then on, Wuya's country will change its surname! Isn't it unexpected?"

"Ha, originally, they wanted to be the king, but how can they be the lord of a country with my mutilated body and ugly face? The people of the Wuya family are almost dead, and it will be a matter of changing the dynasty sooner or later. I am relieved to hand over Wuya to your father. At that time, when I dragged my seriously ill body to Wuya to find grandma, I met the interception of Wuya Luoxuan's men. Fortunately, I met him later and he saved me. Otherwise, I will never see you again. He not only helped me find grandma, but also told me your news.

Uya Qinghuan sighed softly and said, "I know you have always hated him because of your mother's affairs, but he has repented. Why don't you forgive him?" OK?"

"Morning..."

As soon as Wu Yaqinghuan's words fell, Fang Yilian appeared in the hut. He slowly walked to Fang Youchen and knelt down, his eyes full of tears of regret.

"Chen'er, it's Dad who is sorry for you and your mother. Dad has also thought a lot over the years. Power and official positions are outdated. Only those who really love you are worth living together for a lifetime. Dad really hates his former ignorant self. If God can give me a chance to choose again, I will definitely firmly grasp Mengyuan's hand and take her to old age. However, once someone chooses the wrong person, he will never have a chance to turn back..."

Fang Yilian said this and suddenly smiled, "Chen'er, I just went to see your mother, and I seem to see her smiling at me more than ten years ago. Chener, I have made your mother queen. Even if I become the emperor of a country, your mother is also my only queen. Chen'er, just forgive your father."

Fang Yilian finished speaking and looked at her with extremely expectant eyes.

Fang Youchen slowly shed tears. She could see that his father had sincerely repented.

"Dad..." She shouted softly.

"Wh!---" Fang also answered excitedly with a bright light in his eyes. What could be more exciting than the old daughter's 'father'?

"You...cough, you must... be kind to the people." Fang Youchen coughed and said with great effort.

"Dad will definitely be a decent king." Fang Yilian's eyes suddenly warmed up, and tears filled his eyelashes. Afraid of being seen by Fang Youchen, he turned around and wiped it quietly. Then he gently stroked her cheek and whispered, "Chen'er, you must have a lot to say to Qinghuan. Dad will disturb you and go out first..."

Fang Youchen looked at the simple door gently closing. She lowered her head, looked at her still flat lower abdomen, reached out and grabbed Wu Yaqinghuan's hand and gently put it on it and smiled, "Husband, can you feel...? He...is two months old."

"What!" Wu Yaqing's hand suddenly trembled, and his heart was suddenly filled with joy, but the joy did not last long, and his expression suddenly faded. He muttered, "Children, it's all bad for father..."

He hugged Fang Youchen's right hand and slowly tightened it. Wu Yaqing said with self-reproach, "Chen'er, that day... I shouldn't have left you alone in the room, otherwise, you wouldn't..."

Wuya Qinghuan couldn't say any more. He lowered his head and sobbed.

He reached out and grabbed his hair hard, smashed his head with his fist, and couldn't help saying painfully, "It's me! ...I damn it!"

Fang Youchen took his hand, shook his head gently, and said, "Husband... don't do this. In this life... we can't be together. In the afterlife, you remember... Never... Let go of my hand."

Wu Yaqinghuan grabbed Fang Youchen's soft pancreas and said painfully, "In the afterlife, I will never let go of your hand again!" We will hold it like this until our hair is gray and our children and grandchildren are full.

Fang Youchen felt that her chest seemed to be pressing a boulder, which made her suddenly difficult to breathe. She gasped violently, her head began to feel drowsy, and her consciousness began to gradually peel off her body.

Listening to Wuya Qinghuan's story, she will always hold her hand in the afterlife, and her heart will feel extremely happy forever.

I missed this life, but they still have the next life, don't they?

"Well, I will... will, I... believe... you..."

After Fang Youchen said this sentence, his hand gradually drooped, and Wu Yaqing shouted in heartbreaking pain: "Chen'er..."

......

When Fang Yilian rushed into the room, he saw Wu Yaqing holding Fang Youchen with his eyes tightly closed. Their faces were close together, and the corners of their mouths smiled faintly and shallowly. He walked over and gently probed Wu Yaqing's breath and shook his head with a heavy sigh.

Turning around, I saw a white jade bracelet on the wooden table by the bed. He walked over, took the bracelet in his hand, turned his eyes to the two, and muttered, "Chen'er, this jade bracelet is the only relic you left. Dad will take good care of it for you. You and Huan'er, go at ease. I will bury you next to your mother, so that you won't feel lonely underground..." /P>

[Ah, it's so sad! It hurts so much. Why can't lovers be together?! ~~~~(>_