Chapter 150 Unbearable

At this time, the guards saw that the national division was injured and rushed forward in a hurry.

Looking at the people below, Mu Qingfeng knew that it was not good, so he was ready to draw his sword and take Duoer to escape.

However, Muronghen held the silver sword and did not let go, allowing blood to drip from his hand.

"Duoer, have you never loved me?"

The moment the words fell, Duo Er seemed to see a tear from Murong's eyes.

That tear was so crystal that it even flashed in my heart.

However, when Mu Qingfeng walked behind Duoer and protected Duoer's thin and weak body in her arms with her warm chest, Duoer completely recovered from the unbearance of that moment.

The next moment, a bunch of white cloth flew out from the rear in an instant. Mu Qingfeng turned around and pulled it in his hand, while at the other end was a man in white standing on a tall tree not far away, standing in the wind and slender.

Mu Qingfeng just looked back and recognized that the white dress was Su Qingxue.

"Dor, we're leaving!"

Mu Qingfeng whispered in Duoer's ear.

Immediately, Mu Qingfeng was ready to pull out the silver sword and leave, but Murong Hen still stubbornly held it in his hand and did not feel any concession.

Fee the stubbornness in Muronghen's eyes, Mu Qingfeng knew that the blow was too big for him to make him so stubborn. Therefore, Mu Qingfeng stopped fighting hard, but just let go of the silver sword, tightened the white cloth thrown by Su Qingxue in one hand, and took Duoer's slender waist in the other hand and prepared to fly away from here.

However, just as they wanted to leave, Muronghen's blood-stained hand suddenly grabbed Duoer's wrist.

"Doer, don't go, don't leave me!"

Murong's desperate eyes were full of heartbreak and seemed to be on the verge of collapse.

Duoer's wrist was pinched by Muronghen, and the strength seemed to be about to cut off her wrist.

"You let go of me!"

"Have you been lying to me all the time? Have you never loved me?"

Muronghen began to be a little hoarse, almost suppressing the huge pain and anger, and roaring at Duo Er's heartfelt shouting and depression.

Duoer looked at the fierce anger in Murong's eyes and the complex feelings mixed with pleading and expectation. Although there was a trace of unbearable flashing in her heart, she felt the warmth of the familiar and long-lost big hand at her waist. Duoer just smiled faintly and looked back at Mu Qingfeng behind her.

The clear appearance, the clothes are gently brushed, and Duoer feels the stability of her whole heart just by looking at it.

The mind of Yi people has never changed, just for a good person in their hearts.

And Duo Er clearly knew that the good man in her heart had never changed. From the first sight of Mu Qingfeng, his heart also gave him permission.

Even if Muronghen got himself, his heart never changed.

For Murong Hen, there is only hatred, and there has always been only hatred.

Even if he looked at his begging for pity, even if there was such a touch of intolerance and guilt in his heart, all this was caused by Murong Hen himself.

If it hadn't been for his obstruction, he would have been connected with the prince. How can it be as today that the remnants of the flowers and willows be trapped in prison?

All of this is because of him - Muronghen.

Thinking of this, hatred gradually rose in Duoer's eyes.

Between her eyes, Duoer just raised her eyes and looked into Murong's eyes.

Bite the thin lips gently, as if the hatred overflows from the teeth.

"No, never. I have never loved you, even for a moment.

Before the words fell, Duo'er's slender hand pulled out the silver hairpin between the temples. The silver light only drew a silver arc in front of Murong Mark and Duoer. The next moment, Murong Mark's hand bloomed red.

Although it's only for a moment, in Murong's eyes, everything is like a slow-motion playback.

Because every word spit out between Duoer's lips and teeth seems to draw away time and space, as if it makes time slow and scary.

No, never.

Those words seemed to be like a sharp sword, penetrating Murong's heart in an instant.

Muronghen, the national teacher of the country, is more than 10,000 people under one person. Even now he has regarded the emperor as nothing and is confined under house arrest, and the prince and important ministers are played by themselves in applause.

As strong as yourself, you will never think that anyone or anything can hurt you.

However, now Duoer's word for word and every move has hurt herself completely.

Originally, I thought that I was as tough and indifferent as myself, and I had already protected my heart layer by layer, as hard as iron. No matter how I was in front of the enemy's fierce sword halberd or the sea of knives, I was unscrupulous. For my heart, everything in everything could not be invaded at all.

Cre, such a hard defense, once in front of your beloved woman, will become vulnerable and fragile as fragile as cicada wings.

Now, Murong Hen has completely understood:

It turns out that there is nothing impregnable in the world, including human hearts. People's hearts are strong and defensively perfect. As long as they are in front of their beloved women or the moment when the weakness in their lives appears, the so-called hardest defenses are also vulnerable.

Maybe with just a few words, you can completely smash and fragment your previous ice-hard defenses.

And the weakness in her life is her - Duoer.

Duoer, such a weak woman with no chicken binding power, is her favorite.

However, in front of her, a heart protected by layers of ice can be completely defeated by her in such an instant.

There is no defense, no power to fight back, only the pain of ten thousand arrows piercing the heart, leaving only a pair of skins that have been taken away.