Jiu Ge’s Beloved Spirit

His warm hands gently covered it, caressing her carefully, touching her delicate and smooth skin.

The movements are gentle and extremely intimate.

Like an extremely loving couple. She took a step forward and, as always, hugged him.

The tip of her big tail behind her swayed silently, and she rubbed his chest clingingly, her voice humming like a baby.

"I'm hungry and want to eat the noodles you made."

Obviously they haven't been separated for long, but she seems to be a little insecure and always likes to get close to him.

Like a little fox that hasn't lost its childishness yet.

The noble and cold His Majesty the Emperor stroked her thin and slender back, lowered his head, and hugged her tighter.

Just as he was about to say something, suddenly, as if he sensed something, he raised his eyes slightly.

The thin phoenix eyes were cold for a moment.

Immediately, he picked up the sweet girl who was clinging to him in his arms.

Turn around and close the door.

The door of the bedroom was closed immediately.

"Huh? I want to eat noodles!"

In the bedroom, the squeamish fox made a fuss and was a little dissatisfied.

But soon, her voice disappeared.

Quietly, in front of the palace gate, nothing could be heard.

The picture was immediately shattered by a powerful force.

A violent wave of energy burst out from the screen, causing an instant backlash.

"boom--"

The person peeping in front of the mirror was violently shaken away.

The small cave was shaken by the earthquake, and gravel fell.

"Pfft..." The poor, weak woman was like a piece of rag, her body was hit hard against the stone wall.

A sweet liquid with a rusty smell overflowed from his throat.

A large mouthful of blood spit out uncontrollably, staining the tiny pieces of gravel on the ground red.

The body immediately fell to the foot of the stone wall, and the beautiful white dress was even stained with the color of the shakigan that shouldn't be there.

To be weak, to be sad, to be sad is nothing more than to be sad.

She fell to the ground, her tender fingers sinking deeply into the sand.

The body remained motionless, and the crystal tears fell silently, drop by drop.

Falling on Shi Shuo stained with her warm red blood, the tears splashed and then melted.

Soaked in the stinging gravel, never to be seen again.

She fell there, her extremely thin shoulders shaking silently.

Like the pure white butterfly that was helpless in the stormy night, it was hit drop by drop by the ruthless and cold rain without mercy.

"Sister Fei'er——"

When Qing Luoma came here, the first thing she saw was such a pitiful scene.

Her heart suddenly tightened and she ran over immediately.

"How are you? Are you okay? Why did you fall?"

She was so concerned that she became confused. When she helped her up, she realized that such a pitiful and weak person's face was already full of tears.

He endured it and remained silent.

His lips were bitten and bled.

The blood beads burst brightly.

Qing Luo helped her up distressedly and quickly took out the handkerchief she carried with her to wipe her tears.

"Sister...are you okay...don't cry..."

However, the seemingly weak person grabbed her hand.

Extremely strong, tear-filled eyes stared at her.

Choked.

"Is he really... getting married?"

"And one, a fox?"

She seemed to have known this news for a long time.

Qing Luo opened her mouth, but she hesitated to speak when she saw that she was about to collapse emotionally.

"elder sister……"

"Answer me! Really!?"

Her voice burst out instantly, as if she was on the verge of collapse.