Chapter 172: The fate of the fate of the reincarnation

Esser looked up and looked at her eyes openly, with the dust settled: "Do you really want to know?"
Wen Ru is slightly frowning: "Speak, I will spare you not to die."
Isaiah shook his head, and the smile was complicated and difficult to distinguish: "You won't kill me. Without Su Guangchen, you won't even win the battle. If you are, you have lost, even if you catch me, you lose. It is."
"... is it?" Wen Ru is silently putting the tip of the knife against her chest and slowly adding gravity.
Arthur had a painful pain and struggled without opening the hand that was clamped on the shoulders. He stopped moving. It is worth seeing that she was provoked into such a temptation. She laughed: "Why is it! The Seven Emperors will not accept a murderer who killed his fiancee. Can you humbly please other men like the pursuit of Su dust? Haha You can't do it!"
For a long time, Wen is always winning, she is always left behind by her. It is impossible to say that you are willing to stay in the bottom. No proud performer will be willing to bow down and admit that the other party is better than himself.
But this time it is different. Don't go to the end, Esser is sure, she won.
After listening to her words, Wen Ruyi did not stop, as if she did not understand the deep indifference implied in the words of Isaiah: "I don't need to please him."
The warm lashes are drooping, quiet and calm, and even a slight tremor is never there. The hand advances. "How about winning, how about losing? Even if you are all dead, what does it have to do with me?"

Seven emperors, Ying Long... She didn't even think about it at all. He liked it or not, and she didn't accept it. She didn't care at all. No one could replace Su Guangchen.
Will you lose? It doesn't matter.
She can lose or let everyone lose.
This is still learned from the post-Qing, this method is very useful, isn't it?
The blade has been half an inch, and the calmness on the face of Arthur is crumbling. Wen was calmly watching her corners overflowing, no sadness, no wandering.
"Warm, stop." Ai Er is a little panicked.
Wen Ruo is ignored. She was very busy, so busy that she didn't have time to stop and waste her face with Eser. They lived together, died, and they said it was good.
Su Qingchen is definitely lonely now, she has to go with him, even if she has only one body.
"You can say, you can't say it, it doesn't matter." Her hand was slow and firm. The handle is black and simple, and he likes it. There is no gemstone in it. The five fingers are slender and the white is not a trace of blood.
"If I tell you, Su Guangchen is not dead?!" Ai Erer stared at her low-lying eyes, not letting off any emotional ups and downs.
Wen is a meal, for a long time, the corner of the lips bends a light invisible faint curvature: "I personally incinerated him, you said, Su Dengchen died?" She also hopes that he is still alive, but does not mean that anyone You can use this to escape guilt.
Her twilight is deep and lonely, and the dark mane is like a deep black hole.
When Isaier saw it, he yelled: "I didn't lie to you! Su Guangchen and Houqing are my bosses. The owner of the dark thorns is Jiang Li! You think about it carefully. Why did Houqing protect a person who has never met? The fox demon, why did he always kill you inexplicably? Because I am a subordinate of the dark thorn, he does not protect me, is it still necessary to protect you? We are the enemy of you, except on the field. It’s just natural to lose your opponent!"
The warm face was still expressionless, and the hand holding the dagger shook slightly.
"You also know that I have nothing to do with Su Shichen, plain no reason, why should I give him the privilege of life-saving?! You are dying anyway, you will be left alone after you die, this champion No doubt will fall into my hands, what do I need to do more, let him save you?!"
"If you don't believe me, go back and ask. When the last world is over, the boss will send someone to talk to him. You won't see him, so the final will become a reincarnation."
Wen did not want to believe, but the subconscious mind told her that what Eser said was true. Things that could not be understood before can now be reasonably connected.
"If you really have Su Suchen in your heart, look at his face, you can't destroy this game." Arthur's eyes calmly squinted at her eyes and looked at her silent ink-like clothes.
Wen Ruru squeezed the knife in his hand and tried to suppress the mood of the churn. However, no matter how the heart is freed from him, the feeling of being deceived is still lingering.
When she was in tears, she wet her eyes. After a long time, she finally opened her mouth: "He knows..."
Arthur looked at her face, hesitated for a moment, or said the truth: "I am not sure in the last world, the boss knows, but Su Xiaochen, there should be no real memory."
At least, Su Guangchen is not deceiving her.
Wen Rumu nodded: "Thank you." Thank you, Isai, did not swindle her.
She doesn't know how to describe her feelings at the moment. After he went, the sadness and sadness that had been restrained, all of them poured into the heart, and the resentment and hatred that had not been vented in recent days seemed to have finally got a direction.
She wants to laugh, but she can't smile. In his eyes, is she like a fool? Obsessed with ignorance and chasing his footsteps, repeated defeats and repeated battles, repeated defeats, and loyalty, and never tired.
As long as he smiles lightly at her, she will be happy all day.
Like a fool.
Wen Ruo slowly rises straight, the five fingers are tired and can't hold the dagger in the palm... Then, what should she do? Wen Ruo thought numbly, maybe she should take a good rest. For so many days, I can't sleep at night, holding his ashes in the evening, and blinking until dawn to barely sleep... She should go to sleep.
As if he was turning around, he was vain, and he passed by Esser, who was still forced to kneel on the ground. The clothes passed over her shoulders, and the light whispered.
"...let her go."
If that is what he wants, Houqing, Su Qingchen, and Jiang Li, if this champion is what he really wants... let it be for them.
Wen Ruo slowly indented the bed, put his face on the cold bedding, and curled himself into a broken semicircle.
Once, she also wanted to get the singer who could ignore all the negative effects. She was also ambitious and wanted to win the supreme crown.
But now, with a firm heart, can not afford his fatal blow ... she did not want to fight.
Wen Ruo slowly slammed on the eyes, and the orchid on the pillow was soft and elegant.
She should be relieved. He can live, better than the soul. After this world, she will not be sad anymore. She will not remember how she has broken her heart. How to love him deeply and obsessively.
In this way, the two are not owed, very good.
......
Six months later, the generals successfully went to God and changed the year to "Constitutionalism."
After seven days of ascending to the throne, Lie's eldest daughter, Ai Erer, was the daughter of the prince. In the same year, Wen Ru did not die, and was buried in the Emperor's Mausoleum together with Zheng Jun.
Esser convinced the mother to decide the execution of the former emperor, and instead put Wen Xiangning and the newlywed husband under house arrest in Linglongge, and ordered the two to endure. This life must not step out of the palace.
Two years later, Su Guangchen’s father died, and Su Shangshu retired. There are also the guards of the original five emperors, Ming Feng, Xi Yu, and Qing Shu are also among them.
At that time, the sky was blue and the river boat was flowing down the river. The little daughter of Qingshu was wrapped around Mingfeng to hug. The attacker sat on the bow of the ship and looked at the flowers on both sides of the river. I didn’t know how, I remembered that the five emperors took Su Zhengjun to the lake for the first time.
The most famous of Hanyu Lake is the peach blossom. At that time, it was just right, and the petal reflection was reflected in the water, just like drowning. The breeze blew, the blue waves rippled, and the lake surface shone with waves, which seemed to smash a lake petal.
Su Zhengjun’s light is soft, and he smiles at the main son:
So beautiful, only one time is enough.
Who knows what to say.
Attacking his head, can't help but tears wet eyes...
The author has something to say: There is also a Su Guangchen, it is necessary to start a new story! Gezi is here to wish everyone a happy Mid-Autumn Festival! ! !
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