Rebirth of the Black-bellied Princess Mo - Chapter 778

The mountains in the distance were green, and the towering trees outside the cave blocked most of the sunlight, so Xia Chu couldn’t see the west-sloping sunset and the dying moonlight leaning on her shoulder.

Yue Fengwan missed the warmth of her shoulders, and he still remembered that those thin shoulders once protected him behind him.

It was the only time he had been guarded by someone since he was a child.

He was framed by Liang Shaoguang, the fourth son of King Liang, during the hunt in the eastern suburbs, and King Hu was about to come to him and ask him.

At the beginning of Xia, he wore a red palace skirt that was as long as the land. On the wide sleeves, phoenix totems with different postures are looming and want to fly.

Her slender waist was tied tightly by a golden belt, lining her slender figure.

The red light tulle makes the graceful figure looming.

The long yarn fluttered in the wind, and there were occasional tassels clinging to his brocade robe. He bowed his head and looked down at that time, and he could smell the fragrance coming from her body.

At this moment, the aroma he smelled leaning on her shoulder made him intoxicated.

At this moment, Yue Fengwan’s spiritual spirit also had only a little clarity, and the red flames flowed on his face, but it could no longer hide the pale complexion.

His face is like a jade carving, like a beautiful curve crafted by a skilled craftsman, and like a jade, there is no vigor at all, and there is no blood.

“Yuefengwan, if you are reborn after death, what will you do when you want to go back?” Xia Chu let him lean on his shoulder and asked in a warm voice, wanting to know if he still has regrets.

Can she still do something for him?

“I want to go back to eight years ago.” The blue pupils in Yuefeng’s eyes flashed with a strange and dazzling brilliance.

Eight years ago, he had just turned thirteen, and he had not yet parted ways.

Xia Chu frowned and counted his age silently, thinking that he was going to change the tragic night of the bloodbath in the palace.

His unique magnetic voice sounded in his ears, slowly and with a hint of hope: “Before you sneaked down the mountain and fell into the water at the age of eight, I was waiting by the lake to rescue you, and I will let you report it now. The grace of saving my life, I went back to the mountain with you to grow up with Meng An, and I was close to the water tower with you…”

He didn’t finish his words, he didn’t breathe.

The arm that wanted to stroke her eyebrows and eyes only raised it a little bit, the last bit of light in the glittering eyes disappeared, and the beautiful life he imagined made him drop his eyes safely.

The only regret is that he never told Xia Chu that there was a place that was barren and barren. Later, she went there for a walk, and everything miraculously grew.

In that barren land, she was the last eustoma flower.

There is his heart.

Xia Chu still didn’t know that he had lost his breath, and he was still immersed in the fact that he knew that Xiao Mubai saved her back then.

In this case, Lan Yuying must have told him that she had been thinking about Xiao Mubai since she was eight years old. Since he knew that she could no longer hold others in her heart, why did he sacrifice his life to fulfill them…

When she thought of this, her nose became sore, and only then did she realize that what he said stopped abruptly.

“What? Let me get you this month first?” Xia Chu felt bitterness and guilt in his heart. He clearly wanted to pretend to be playful, but his mouth was full of choking.

A layer of water vapor condensed in her eyes, and she waited for a long time but did not wait for the words of Yuefeng.

Xia Chu’s heart panicked, and the whole person seemed to fall into a trance. The slightly trembling hand tightly grasped her neckline, and the other hand was slowly raised, but it seemed to weigh a thousand pounds on her arm.

Trembling, terrified, restless, heartbroken, she finally put her index finger under his breath.

There was silence and silence, not even a half of the hairspring.

She suddenly turned around and embraced him, his chin drooping weakly on her shoulders.

She reached out and stroked his head, burying her face in his shoulder, and there seemed to be a residual scent of bellflower flowers on his body, so faint but so clear.

But the person in his arms has lost the last bit of vitality.

In the last life, Xiao Zimu Wanjian pierced the heart and died in front of her, which made her feel the pain and hatred.

In this life, Yue Fengwan leaned on her shoulder and died beside her.

She did not cry when Xiao Zimu died in the last life, because the pain of loss was wrapped in hatred, and all of them piled up on Xiao Yanjun’s body.

However, at this moment, big tears poured out of her eyes, salty and cold, dripping into the brocade robes pulled by the moon wind, and quickly soaked.

She was trembling all over, her face was pale, and she could only hug him tightly, hugging his bone-cold body.

He just passed away, but his body is already so cold, why can’t she hug him before he dies, why does she mean to give him even a little warmth.

He must be cold, he must really want a hug.

But he never said it, he just looked at her for a moment, she pretended not to know, and she ruthlessly avoided his feelings.

What did she do in the last moments of his life…

“Yuefengwan, you are saying something to me.”

“Tell me one more word, okay?”

“Moon Wind…”

Xia Chu burst into tears, and the tears fell like rain. The young man in his arms, like an immortal, could no longer open his twinkling blue eyes, smiled at her, and said to her: “Achu, don’t cry. .”

The sun is setting in the west, and the sunset is gradually dyed. A few stars faintly appeared on the horizon, flickering brightly and dimly among the thin clouds.

The mountains are green and the trees are vast. Birds crossed the sky, a distant blue mountain, and the clouds flowed and undulated like waves.

The lake is colorful and the birds are fragrant. Yuefengwan passed away in her favorite sunset, and since then she has taken away the gorgeous clouds in her heart, leaving only a pale color.

That pale white cloud, like a veil, was slowly blown by the evening wind and floated from the tip of a pine forest. Searching.

In two lives, Xia Chu has never cried. Even if she was held with a sincere heart in her previous life, she never shed a single tear for Xiao Yanjun, nor did she ever cry for herself once.

But now, she was holding him in her arms, crying so hard that she couldn’t restrain or stop.

Yue Fengwan in his arms, no matter how the world renders his body dirty, but his hands stained with blood, he is a young man who has no regrets for her death.

The fire in the cave was left untouched for a long time and was almost extinguished.

Xia Chu felt that the whole body was freezing cold, but he was still reluctant to let go.

When she was crying loudly, Dian Dian had already rushed to her side, and she didn’t realize that, except for the person in her arms, she couldn’t see anything else…

The sky gradually became dark, and the clouds filled the air. The entire mountain was like a vast sea, with only the highest peaks remaining, like the dotted islands in the sea, just like the sea of ​​​​clouds.

But the moon that should have risen quietly in the sea of ​​clouds has not appeared…