Chapter 1423: You want to like me, like a little longer 375

Chapter 1423, you want to like me, like a little longer 375
Chaucer has a very bad feeling, she knows that this will go sooner or later, but she can't ignore the night...
Joe took out the East Palace and followed the guiding child to the Changlin Road not far from the East Palace.
Qing night is still dressed in a white robe, neatly, gently and calmly sitting in a wheelchair, but the face is almost as transparent as death.
"Qing night..."
Joe twitched his name in a trembling voice.
"Oh, I am coming to say goodbye to you." Qing night tried to be gentle, although the voice was already hoarse and could not be heard clearly.
Joe looked at him and shook his head slowly and hard: "No! You can't go!"
"It’s too embarrassing." Qing night bowed his head and smiled. "I heard the troupe said that you are now rich and wealthy, and you can guarantee that I will not die. He told me not to bother you, Xiao Yan... This is really what you want. Want it?"
Qing night said, and waited for Chaucer to answer, smiled, and the voice was soft and inaudible: "Small, I don't want to take the medicine... can I?"
"No..."
"I know you will say this, so I really have to go."
"How do you go... Are you... no antidote?!"
Qing night just looked at her and smiled.
Joe’s tears fell and he choked and asked,
Why don’t you eat? Do you really want to die?!

"Yes." Qing night voice gently replied.
Chaucer cried again, and the temptations of many days finally caused her to collapse. "Why are you doing this! Why can't you live well!"
"I can't live!" Qing night seemed to yell at the exit, but because of this force, he let a spurt of blood.
Instantly dyed his white robes...
Chaucer looked at him with red eyes and his pupils gradually disappeared. "Qing night... What happened to you?"
Qiao Yutong sat on the ground all at once, and both hands trembled incomparably. He shook violently and grabbed the hand of Qing Ye. Qing night closed his eyes and smiled quietly. Hey, I can't live for a long time. I just ask you one thing, don't you practice yourself, become?"
"Nonsense, how can you not live!" Joe cried and grabbed his hand. "I promise you, I am leaving him... It will be fine, it will always be fine... You don't want to think about it..."
How could the night die?
Will not!
Qing night will not die!
Qing night, in turn, slowly grabbed her hand and whispered softly: "You will leave him, right?"
Chaucer cried and nodded: "I will, I will..."
Qing night slowly took her into her arms and smiled with a low head: "Okay, Xiao Yan, I am waiting for you one day, tomorrow morning, I am waiting for you outside the city, you come, let's go together, you Don't come, let me go... We have agreed together before, and we have to see a lot of mountains and rivers, I want to realize them one by one..."
Chaucer was in his arms and couldn't stop crying.
The nose is full of pungent blood...
Qing night was stubborn, did not let her send, but she called a carriage back.
And Chaucer still stood in the same place, suffering from the loss, as if the soul is gone...
She opened her eyes and closed her eyes.
She is afraid.
There has never been such fear.
Chaucer turned and walked in the direction of the East Palace. As he looked up, he stood next to a tree and leaned back and quietly, watching her come calmly.
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(Tighten the waist: there is a manuscript, and tomorrow's four are placed at zero.)
(End of this chapter)