Princess Against the World

Tears burst from her eyes, and she rushed forward like crazy, pushing the body above her away like crazy.

Under the corpse, the familiar face was like a thunderbolt, crushing her heart.

All consciousness disappeared in an instant.

The world was spinning, and she slowly fell beside Mo Xuanchen.

She didn't know how long it took, but the coldness on her face made her tremble all over, and she opened her eyes faintly.

In the dark sky, big raindrops fell rapidly.

The smell of blood was still there, her pupils suddenly shrank, and she suddenly turned her head to look to her side.

Beside her, the blood on Mo Xuanchen's face was smeared by the raindrops and fell, revealing his pale face.

"No……"

Ling Luoyu collapsed and stood up in disbelief. He did not cry bitterly, but only felt endless heartbreak.

"Xuanchen..."

Kneeling on the ground, she looked at Mo Xuanchen in disbelief.

Her fingertips trembled several times before gently touching his face.

His face was so cold, pale, and lifeless in her palm.

"I never thought... you would die too..."

She knew that his life was not smooth and he encountered too many dangers.

But he survived so many dangers!

"I'm sorry...I'm late!"

She closed her eyes in despair, tears mixed with raindrops, sliding down her face and falling on Mo Xuanchen's body.

She gently arranged his clothes, her soft lips tremblingly landed on his forehead, and kissed him deeply.

"Xuanchen...don't walk too hastily on the road to Huangquan...wait for me..."

She held him gently in her arms, her chin touching her forehead.

As she turned her hands, a dagger flashed across her fingertips.

The cold thorn pierced her heart.

Blood flowed out along the edge of the dagger, mixed with raindrops.

But her hand seemed to have no feeling, and she kept stabbing with the dagger.

The person she cares about most in this world is no longer there.

So what's the point of her living? !

She didn't even have the desire to avenge him, she only wanted to go to hell with her.

She was afraid that Mo Xuanchen was walking too hastily on the road to Huangquan, and she was even more afraid that he would drink Meng Po soup before her, and she would never recognize or remember her again for the rest of her life.

"Xuanchen, you must not drink that bowl of Meng Po soup...if you drink it, you will not remember me. Even if we are walking across from each other, we will pass by each other and become strangers...Wait for me, wait for me Together with you...we will be lonely ghosts together..."

Health, different beds.

Death is also the same point.

Souls, we must be together for life after life!

Looking at the person in her arms, the smile on her lips was like a dazzling firework, brilliant in an instant.

"God wants to separate us... but I don't want to!!"

The heavy rain washed away the blood.

Blood flowed horizontally, spiraling up in a whirlpool, and gradually swallowed up all the corpses.

Ling Luoyu hugged Mo Xuanchen and sat in the blood with his fingers intertwined, waiting quietly for the endless blood to engulf them.

Suddenly——

"Yu'er..."

A seemingly non-existent call sounded in Ling Luoyu's ears.

"Yu'er...Yu'er..."

"Xuanchen?"

Ling Luoyu's eyes opened wide and he looked at the person in his arms in surprise.

But at first glance, I was extremely disappointed.

Mo Xuanchen was still lying in her arms so pale, almost engulfed in blood.

"It turns out to be an illusion..."

She hugged him, closed her eyes slightly, smiled slightly on her lips, but tears fell from her eyes.

"Xuan Chen, can I hear you calling me before I die..."

"Yu'er..."

This time, Mo Xuanchen's voice seemed a little clearer.