Chapter 270: : Who are you (II)

Chapter 270: Who are you (II)
At this moment, Weisheng Junmo could suddenly understand the meaning of Weisheng Mining’s words. Her eyes really looked like Qi Lian Qingyan back then, and even the expression on her face was like Qi Lianqing once. Yan, but she is not Qi Lian Qingyan, his favorite Qi Lian Qingyan is dead.
He was killed alive, the young girl in front of her said nothing wrong, everything was destroyed by his own hands.
If he didn't push Qi Lian Qingyan out personally, if he didn't let Weisheng Junyan Qi Lian Qingyan, then Qi Lian Qingyan is now his only wife and the only Princess Rui in the world.
But now...
Now that all of this no longer exists, Qi Lian Qingyan is already dead, and even the corpse no longer exists in the tragic fire.
Weisheng Junmo looked at the girl in front of him and suddenly let go, and then quit a few steps and muttered to himself, "You are right, everything was destroyed by my own hands, I killed Yan. Yan, if it weren't for me, Yanyan would not die, nor would I die with hatred...
Weisheng Mining looked at Weisheng Junmo, walked to Qingyan's side and drew the sword to her throat, "Who are you? Why can you make your foster father like this? You are not a mother, my mother's queen already dead."
Qingyan looked at Weisheng Minning with a gentle smile, and the sword in Weisheng Mining's hand suddenly fell to the ground when she looked at Weisheng Mining.
He couldn't do it. In front of a girl who even smiled like a queen, he couldn't do it. He couldn't kill such a girl who had no power to restrain her.
Qingyan stretched out her palms and looked at the two surprised people. She curled her lips slowly, "I am Su Qingyan, the daughter of Donghe Dingguo."
Weisheng Junmo thought about what she said for a moment and then took off the cloak. The man under the cloak had white hair.
"Su Qingyan, right? You would like to hear me tell a story." Weisheng Junmo looked at Qingyan somehow as if he really saw Qi Lian Qingyan sitting in front of him.
"Before listening to the story of King Rui, King Rui might as well listen to my story." Qingyan looked at Weisheng Junmo with a smile on her face, and said, "Maybe this story of mine is what King Rui wants to hear."
Weisheng Junmo listened to Qingyan and nodded to her.
Su Qingyan told Weisheng Junmo a story, the content of the story is very long, so long as he seems to have forgotten his identity, let himself put himself in the place to feel what this young girl has.
But in the end this girl changed dramatically. After she woke up in the water a few months ago, she started to become cruel. She fought with them in the mansion, and almost all those who touched the girl’s bottom line It was a life of nine deaths.
Xiuran is dead, Su Qingyuan is dead, Luo Yitong is dead, Jiang Xinyue is dead, everything this girl has experienced is not what she should have at her age.
When Junmo Weisheng heard it at the end, Qingyan said lightly, "Because I am no longer the same Su Qingyan."
When he heard these words, Weisheng Junmo suddenly raised his head and looked at her.
"His Royal Highness King Rui, do you believe in reincarnation? Do you believe that there is really the technique of resurrection by corpse?"
Qingyan's words struck Weisheng Junmo's heart by sentence, and even Weisheng Mining who stood by was surprised, but he had never believed in the reincarnation of the heavens, let alone the so-called fate.
Qingyan looked at Weisheng Junmo still speaking faintly, but she called out the nickname that surprised Weisheng Junmo-Mo.
Only Qi Lian Qingyan would call him that in the world.
"Are you not her? She is dead, and she will never forgive me." Weisheng Junmo looked at Qingyan and said with regret, "Everything is caused by me."
Qingyan listened to Weisheng Junmo’s self-blame. She had never seen this proud man show such an expression. She instinctively wanted to stretch out her hand, but when she finally lifted it in the air, she finally chose to fall down. .
Now she is no longer Qi Lian Qingyan, she is no longer qualified to comfort him, and Qi Lian Qingyan is dead, already dead in that winter and snowy night five years ago.
Weisheng Junmo looked at Qingyan, but in the end he vomited a mouthful of blood and sat down limp. When Weisheng Mining saw this scene, he immediately supported Weisheng Junmo, "Foster father, your situation is simply not suitable now. In this way, I will help you back now."
The blood that Weisheng Junmo spit out contained black blood clots. At first glance, it was caused by the sudden fire, or that Weisheng Junmo was poisoned.
"Is he poisoned?" Qingyan looked at Weisheng Minning and said seriously, "What poison is in him?"
Weisheng Mining looked at Qingyan's appearance, then glanced at Weisheng Junmo's startled mouth, "Foster father is poisoned? Are you saying this is a sign of adoptive father?"
Weisheng Junmo opened Weisheng Minning's hand, "I'm fine, you don't need to worry about it." As he said, he forced himself to stand up, but when he just stood up, he sat down again.
Regardless of Jun Mo's objection, Qingyan grabbed his hand and gave him a pulse, but Qingyan took a step back when she got the pulse.
That's it, it turned out that it was because of this Weisheng Junmo that the blue silk turned white hair? It turned out that he had never forgotten.
"I said you don't need to worry about it." Weisheng Junmo opened Qingyan's hand indifferently, "It has nothing to do with you whether this king is dead or alive."
"You have never forgotten the agreement between you, but why did you push away her hand in the end?" Qingyan Man looked up at Weisheng Junmo with tears, "Why did you treat her Pushed to the side of Weisheng Junyan, you clearly know that it is you who she wants to work with for life."
Seeing Qingyan’s tears, Weisheng Junmo seemed to feel his heartbeat slow down. He didn’t want to see the tearful face of the girl in front of him, he didn’t want to see the girl in front of him who was at a loss, he didn’t want to...
Weisheng Junmo looked at the corner of Qingyan’s lips with a bitter curve, "I don’t want it either, but at that time, the emperor became emperor. He trapped my mother and all the people of my mother’s queen together. Later I exchanged with you. At that time, I had no choice but to watch her walk into that place."
Weisheng Junmo looked at the scattered white hair. He picked up the white hair on his chest and smiled. "Did you see it? This is the punishment she gave me. On the day of her death, I was covered with blue silk. Turning gray hair. The queen told me that this was the effect of the Emotionless Gu, and the queen told me that there was no cure for Emotional Gu, and she could only live in guilt with regret."