How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight Chapter 150

   Chapter 150 A lonely grave in a thousand miles, nowhere to say desolate (72)

   Rong Yan has been ignoring the government for many days, and he is grinding with Wen Xien in the Hall of Mental Cultivation every day, he can't listen to anything, can't watch anything, there is only one person left in his eyes.

   He didn't want to listen to all the advice, he just wanted to stay in this palace and guard his treasures.

   Wen Xien couldn't speak recently, but her face was much better than at the beginning, but she used to be silent, so Rong Yan thought it was just Wen Xien who didn't want to talk to him.

"Of course, why don't you want to talk to me so much now? You should give me a hand, take care of me, don't do this..." Rong Yan frantically kissed Wen Xien's hair and sobbed, "Otherwise... I really can't take it anymore..."

   Wen Xien wanted to speak, but couldn't say anything. She wanted to express it with her actions, but she was powerless.

   After talking a lot, Rong Yan suddenly lay on Wen Xien's shoulder and cried, "Of course, as soon as you let go of you, will you leave the emperor?"

   The palace gate, which had been closed for a long time, opened, and the sound of swords hitting each other came in.

   Rong Yan's brain seemed to have frozen, he didn't notice it at all, he just hugged Wen Xien in exchange for a syllable of hers.

   "Of course, I still want to fly kites with you, you haven't taught me to shoot arrows yet..."

   The person in his arms did not make a sound, as silent as a puppet.

   "It hurts, Ranran."

The Shadow Guard who blocked the knife for Rong Yan fell beside the bed, his blood fell on Rong Yan's back, but he still didn't feel the slightest bit, rubbed Wen Xien's hair, grabbed her hand and put it on his heart , like crying and like laughing, "Here, it hurts so much, it seems like I can't breathe."

   Rong Yan burst into a smile and tears fell, "Am I going to die soon?"

   Wen Xien's bewildered eyes for a long time finally showed a bit of expression. In her eyes, a man wearing silver armor was reflected, and the contempt in the man's eyes was like a knife in his hand.

"what……"

   Wen Xien let out a soft cry, which was barely audible.

   But this sound seemed to bring back Rong Yan's sanity. He held Rong Wen Xien's cheek, and the whole person seemed to be alive.

   "Ran Ran... Ran Ran finally took care of me, Ran Ran..."

  Rong Yan lay on Wen Xien's shoulders, stretched out his hand, and wrapped her slender waist around her, tears kept rolling out from the corners of his eyes, "Of course, Brother Huang is so scared, really scared."

   "Ah..." Brother Huang, dodge...

   Wen Xien's eyes reflected the bright sword light in the man's hand, and the next second warm blood fell on Wen Xien's face.

   "Of course... I'm in such pain, you... please help me."

   Rong Yan's handsome face had a smile on his face, and his brows and eyes showed innocence that did not belong to his age. He acted coquettishly like a child and cried out in pain.

   Wen Xien felt that the strength of holding her arm was getting weaker and weaker, and the man's chin was still resting on her shoulder, until at a certain moment, the arm dropped, blood flowed to the fingertips, dripping drop by drop.

   The drooping fingers moved, and they lifted them up and hugged Wen Xien again, but this time they didn't hang down again, but Wen Xien no longer had the sound of his breathing in his ears.

   When Rong Yan died, he still hugged Wen Xien tightly. Dozens of swords have been inserted into his body, and the shadow guard protecting him lay on the ground.

   Wen Xien was protected by him in his arms, as if he had fallen asleep.

   The man frowned and pulled out the sword, disgusting that it was a sword and threw it aside.

   Rong Yiqing dragged Rong Yan's body off her, then bent to look at Wen Xien.

  But when he saw Wen Xien's red dress, he paused and smiled suddenly, the smile was indescribable gloom.

   "Bring the four... lord back."

   When Wen Xien woke up, she was already locked in the dungeon, her hands were tied separately, it should have been tied for a long time, her hands were sore that she couldn't hold the strength.

   Looking at the torture instruments that can be seen everywhere, they are all stained with blood, and in the dim light and shadow, it looks a bit terrifying.

  [Wen Xien:  …I am going to die. I am going to die. ]

  [System: Don't worry, you can't die. ]

  [Wen Xien: When the time comes, turn on the shielding pain, I'm afraid I won't be able to bear it. ]

  [System: ... You told me, when did it get too big? ]

   Wen Xien felt a lot more at ease, closed his eyes and fell asleep again.

When Rong Yiqing came over, he saw that Wen Xien was still unhurried, as if it was not her who was detained, her thin red dress was messy, not to mention that in the cold winter, this dungeon was even more damp, but Wen Xien had no other expression except that his face became paler.

   In the silent dungeon, the slow footsteps were particularly obvious, and he stood still in front of Wen Xien.

   At that moment, Wen Xien opened his eyes, as if he didn't want to see him again, and turned his face away indifferently.

   Rong Yiqing's face changed all of a sudden, he grabbed Wen Xien's thin chin rudely, broke her face over and had to face him.

  Rong Yiqing's face with his back to the light was as gloomy as he had just fished out of the water, and a tall black shadow shrouded Wen Xien condescendingly.

   His face was in front of Wen Xien, and the nose tips of the two people who were close were touching, "Don't want to see me?"

   "It's a pity." Warm breath sprayed on Wen Xien's face, but the hand holding her chin was extremely cold, "It's a pity that you can't see anyone but me."

   Rong Yiqing pulled out a meaningful smile, "Rong Yan is dead."

   "My father is dead."

   "Fourth Brother... Who can protect you now?"

  Wen Xien's long eyelashes trembled violently, his face was invisible, but his body trembled uncontrollably.

  Rong Yiqing saw that she finally had some reaction, the hand holding her chin squeezed tighter, his wanton laugh, the depression that had accumulated in his chest for many years finally dissipated.

   He said in a low voice, "Fourth brother...you're finished."

After speaking, Rong Yiqing put down his hand and took a step back. He raised his hand and immediately someone came over with a whip in his hand. The whip was not an ordinary whip. Thorn with blood on it.

  Rong Yiqing stood by and watched, he thought he could see Wen Xien's painful appearance, but his hope was lost.

  Wen Xien bit her lip tightly, her pale lips were stained with blood, and her face was as pale as a ghost. She hummed when she couldn't stand it, and never made any other sound.

   As time went by, Rong Yiqing's face became darker and darker, and his eyes were dark and unclear.

   He clenched his fists extremely irritably, loosening and squeezing, squeezing and loosening.

   Wen Xien's calm and silent appearance only made him more and more anxious.

   Blocked many chapters, the revisions should be released in the last few days

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