Chapter 43 His Love

"He---"

"Shh---"

Then, everything quietly returned to the silence in the depression.

Feng Xue signaled with her eyes and left first. The ice nod and followed.

The sleeping man's room was a little far away from the two of them, and there was another suffocation in the corridor...

The whole blood valley exudes an endless dark depression and urgency. In just a few days, the changes experienced are so frightening and creepy. The Blood Valley is still the same Blood Valley, but everyone in the valley knows that the Blood Valley has really become the Blood Valley...

"Where's the young master?"

Feng Xue's voice was slightly hoarse, her tone was calm, and the light relief flowed with depressing sadness.

That's the last treasure she left for her master, the only one...

"I just fell asleep. They are guarding."

A touch of tenderness flashed through Bing Ning's sad eyes, and her mind flashed with countless bright blue eyes, so pure.

That child is very much like his mother. Thinking of this, the greater sadness in his eyes swept out, overshadowing the original remaining softness.

"He..." Thinking of the almost crazy new emperor of Chu five days ago, Feng Xue's eyes were complicated. "He's still staying with the young lady. The master doesn't like it." He cares so much, how can he allow others to approach the young lady at all?

"Let him accompany the young lady again." Bingning's voice was slightly choked, and all of them did not see the last meeting of the young lady. This kind of farewell was so unprepared. Up to now, she still can't believe it.

How can you believe it? The person who is still smiling at you is so vivid. Her voice and smile are still so familiar. How long has it been? Goodbye, is it already a cold corpse?

Is the world so impermanent? How to accept it? Why don't you feel bad? That's her lady!!

I can't forget the man's back of heaven and earth; I can't forget the loud cry of the bloody baby in his arms; I can't forget the body that collapsed the spiritual world of everyone present after three days and nights of search!

I don't want to think about it, I don't want to recall. At that time, they looked at him holding the woman and flying away without saying a word. She looked up at their distant backs and disappeared. She only felt that the sky was gray and dark that had never been seen before. A kind of cold melancholy swept all over her body, soaked in her heart bones, and trembled. Her eyes slowly blurred, and then it rained...

When Chu Yinhao arrived with red eyes, the young lady had been washed and changed her clothes by the man. For all the cleaning, he did not fake hands. Others, she smiled, how could she get close to half of it?

Lying in the transparent black ice coffin, she was still so safe with her eyes closed, as if she were just asleep. It's just that she doesn't want to wake up anymore.

Miss doesn't know that this ice coffin was made by him. He took off the huge ice from the snow peak overnight and made it himself with his hands. That's why the ice coffin is looming with the blood redness of silk veins. Yao Ye and Bing Jie, that is the interpretation of his love...

He clung to the young lady's hand, pressed it to his lips and turned his back to everyone, but she knew that his eyes must be tender at this time.

But the emperor who arrived in a hurry was like an out-of-control beast at that time, especially the ice coffin, which stung his eyes.

"Who allowed you to put her in the coffin! Fuck you, let her go!"

At that time, Chu Yinhao was like a madman. No, it should be a mad dog. All his anger was on the man who was quietly guarding the edge of the coffin. His eyes were fierce, and he rushed over to take his persistent woman's hand.

Chu Yinhao's anger did not attract the man's reaction at all. With a backhand, he shocked the man who rushed back a few steps.

"Do you think you are still qualified to touch her?" Chu Yinhao laughed angrily, and the sharpness in his eyes could not allow others to retreat.

"I was really blind before I handed her over to you. Aren't you a martial arts myth? Isn't it the frightening blood valley owner? Didn't you threaten to protect her for the rest of your life? Tell me, is that how you guard her?!"

He roared and questioned. He was indifferent, and his eyes were inseparable from the woman in the coffin, full of softness, as if he could not hear everything in the outside world.

Seeing this, he was even more angry, "You are not qualified to protect her, let alone tying her with a coffin. I'm going to take her away."

At that moment, everyone felt the pressure that flowed between them and did not give in.

Then, a expected fight began.

He said that he didn't deserve it. He didn't say anything, but he didn't allow anyone to get close to the ice coffin.

No one stopped the fight, but they were also shocked. They were obviously fighting with each other. That kind of cruelty, that kind of absolute, as if they don't fall down, they will never give up. The woman's passing seems to have to be sacrificed with blood.

I have never seen their skills. The duel that day was a nightmare. The whole piece was in a mess, but only the circle around the ice coffin was intact. Why didn't they know that they were not allowed to blasphemy her.

The fight lasted for a long time. She could obviously feel Chu Yinhao's undisguised hatred. He really wanted to kill him. However, there was a faint worry in her eyes, because she clearly saw the temperatureless coldness in the blue eyes.

I was very anxious. The damage of either side was what the young lady didn't want to see, but outsiders could no longer stop them.

Looking at Chu Yinhao, who is gradually at a disadvantage, and looking at Shui Yihan's still merciless killing, the headful slap, it seems that he is about to announce the end of someone. Until---

"Wow-"

A baby's cry cut through the chaotic sky, as if it shook everyone's ears with a strong penetrating force.

With that palm, he did not fall and died, because of the abrupt crying, because of the young lady's child.

"That's----"

Chu Yinhao suddenly turned his head and looked at the sound source. He looked at the child in the teenager's arms. His eyes were already red, but he couldn't spit out a word.

"My sister doesn't like it."

The six words, without any temperature, seemed to have brought a spell to make the two people with their lives miraculously stop.

Xi Shu's cold eyes crossed the crowd and looked at the woman in the ice coffin. He couldn't hide the pain in it. Finally, he closed his eyes and did not give others a chance to speak. He held the child and withdrew from the sight of the crowd, as if the next thing had nothing to do with him.

They finally couldn't fight again. However, just as everyone was about to leave and leave him alone with the woman, the thin shadow fell next to the ice coffin...

With a slight sound, the ice condensed spirit has returned. The two of them looked at the closed door at the same time, were shocked, and hurriedly ran in the direction of the exit.

He rushed to the room, but everything in front of them shocked them.

"Master!"

Feng Xue shouted and grabbed the sleeping man's shoulders, which was amazingly thin.

No matter how Feng Xue shouts, the man in the nightmare is still frowning, and his face is already terrible. He pulled his chest tightly, his expression seemed to be extremely painful, and his lips were unconsciously closed.

"Master, what are you talking about and what do you want?" However, Feng Xue put her ears close to her and wanted to hear it clearly, but to no result. She was even more anxious and afraid. If the master had another accident...

"Put him in the ice coffin."

"You--" Feng Xue looked at Chu Yinhao, who suddenly appeared in the room with a frown, in surprise. He didn't understand what he said, but then as if he understood it, he immediately took the man's arm and flew out of the coma. He didn't dare to delay at all.

When everyone rushed there, they were already shocked by the scene in front of them.

In the ice coffin, the man hugged the cold body and held it tightly in his arms. He didn't feel cold. His ears rubbed and buried his face in the woman's neck. Although he still closed his eyes, the smile at the corners of his mouth was so reassuring. And the woman beside him is still peaceful and quiet.

In a pair of ice coffins, there were two people, the living and the dead. They hugged tightly, but only he felt her coldness. Since she can't feel his warmth, it will make him cold.

In this scene, everyone was moved.

Chu Yinhao squeezed his lips and looked at all this, and his eyes were dark and hard to see. It's just a heartfelt.

Bingning twisted her head to one side and covered her mouth fiercely with her hand, but she still couldn't stop the broken choking that overflowed her fingers.

On this night, they witnessed the man's love for a woman, which was deep and indivisible.

Even if it is death, it can't be stopped...

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"Hey, what are you thinking about?"

"No, nothing." An enlarged hand in front of him shook back and forth, and his stunned eyes finally focused. He smiled with Qiong, and his eyelashes flashed slightly, continuing to drink the juice in his hand.

"It's okay. I shouldn't have called you a few times. I thought you were evil." Xiaoqiu withdrew her hand and continued to fight for the steak on the plate.

"By the way, what were you thinking just now? Is it possible to secretly think about spring without telling me?"

Listening to the inarticulate words of his friend and best friend, he grinned with Joan, "Yes, he is still a super handsome man."

"Oh?" The rotten girl was interested, and her eyes jumped into the starlight, "Do you really want a man? Tell my sister, who did you extend your claws to?"

She thought she had someone she liked.

For her guess, she and Qiong laughed dumbly and finally waved her hand to clarify, "What about bluffing you? How can it be your turn to date a man?" I'm thinking about my book."

Sure enough, the person opposite said "cut" with contempt, and the interest shifted to the plate.

"I said, is it time for you to correct your turtle speed? If I remember correctly, you have written it for more than a year. Damn it, it's dead, and the one who should be born is also born. Why don't you finish it?"

She said without raising her head, and her mouth was vague, because she was nibbling beef.

"It's almost there." It's really fast.

"What the hell!" She quickly flicked three thick words to block her, "I wonder if your forehead was pinched or your tendon was broken. Why did you want to write a book? Just write it, or the kind that is difficult to give birth. Why do you need it?

Hearing her friend's broken thoughts, she suddenly had a big feeling with Joan, but she also wondered about her question for a long time: Why did she think of writing a book?

She pondered for a long time, and finally said solemnly, "I don't know. I just want to write."

"No, this is called a dream. I understand. Don't worry, as long as you don't treat my stomach badly, I will always support you.

Hearing the words, he smiled with Joan, and his mood seemed to have improved a little.