Tragic death in the previous life: After rebirth, the sickly prince pampers her every night

"Your Majesty Qi Yan is a fire Qilin. Being at the bottom of this lava river is like soaking in a hot spring."

"But we are different. If we go down, we will be melted instantly, without even a bone left. I don't want to die!"

As soon as Xiao Huangjing finished speaking, Hu Xiaoman sighed heavily and said helplessly: "I'm afraid it's not up to us."

Just when Xiao Huangjing was confused and wanted to ask, the lava river suddenly raised a huge wave several dozen feet high.

On the crest of the wave, a flaming dragon formed from magma rose into the sky.

It was surrounded by flames, opened its bloody mouth, and pounced towards Hu Xiaoman and Xiao Huangjing.

The rolling heat wave hit us, as if it was going to turn everything around into ashes.

At the critical moment, Hu Xiaoman tightly grasped the spirit stone in his hand.

Spiritual power instantly enveloped the whole body, forming an invisible shield that barely blocked the deadly heat wave.

Seeing that its attack was ineffective, the fire dragon's eyes flashed with a hint of doubt. Its huge body twisted in the air, looking down at the man and the beast, as if wondering why these two tiny creatures could withstand its attack.

The next moment, it swung its dragon body again, like a red lightning, and rushed towards Hu Xiaoman, trying to drag her into the bottom of the lava river.

Little Huang Jing was so frightened that he grabbed Hu Xiaoman's clothes tightly and shouted at the top of his voice: "Young master, run!"

"Hurry up and put on the speed charm, it will be too late if we don't leave now!"

However, Hu Xiaoman stood there, expressionless, with deep and calm eyes, quietly waiting for the fire dragon to swallow him.

At this critical moment, an urgent and sharp shout came from not far away.

"Xiaoman!"

"Don't touch her!"

It’s Chu Qingye.

Hu Xiaoman looked up subconsciously.

But at this time, the magma fire dragon had already wrapped around her tightly, rolled her up high, and brought her into the air.

The fire dragon glanced contemptuously at Chu Qingye who was flying towards it on a sword. Two streams of scorching flames spewed out of its nostrils. It snorted coldly, and then dived into the bottom of the lava river.

Only Chu Qingye was left shouting in vain in mid-air, and the figures of Hu Xiaoman and Xiao Huangjing gradually disappeared into the depths of the magma.

Chu Qingye stood by the lava and watched Hu Xiaoman being swept away by the surging flames and instantly submerged in the surging sea of ​​fire.

For a moment, his eyes were about to burst, and the pain in his heart was like a surging tide, completely drowning him.

Hu Xiaoman's figure gradually disappeared in the thick magma, and his heart seemed to be grasped by an invisible giant hand, and then torn into countless pieces and scattered all over the ground, causing unbearable pain.

He had no time to think, and subconsciously retracted the sword in his hand and jumped into the deadly lava river.

Just as his body was about to come into contact with the boiling magma, a force suddenly wrapped around his waist and pulled him back forcibly.

At the same time, Chu Ran's anxious and angry cry rang in his ears.

"Brother Qingye, are you crazy?"

"You don't want your life!"

Chu Qingye then discovered that what was entangled with her was a spiritual weapon sacrificed by Chu Ran - a red silk and white whip.

This spiritual weapon is made of blood-red silk and snow-white whip intertwined and entwined.

There was a faint spiritual glow emanating from his entire body, and it was obvious that he needed more nourishment and tempering before he could fully unleash his power.

After Chu Qingye was pulled back to a safe place by Chu Ran, her anxiety did not diminish at all.

He did not express gratitude to Chu Ran for saving his life, but looked straight at her with a sharp gaze, and asked in a low and questioning voice: "Ah Ran, where did you go just now?"

"Why did you and Xiaoman disappear at the same time?"

When Chu Ran heard this, a trace of grievance flashed across her pretty face, and her eyes turned red in an instant, looking pitiful.

She subconsciously folded her hands over her chest and rubbed the corners of her clothes nervously, her voice choked with sobs.

"Brother Qingye, how can you not trust me so much?"

"I admit that I was jealous of Hu Xiaoman before, and I was afraid that she would take you away from me."

She slowly raised her head, her eyes full of hurt and resentment.

"But you know that my feelings for you are evident to all."

As she spoke, she took a small step forward, looking sad and lonely.

"But when I saw you suffering so much because of losing Hu Xiaoman, as if you had lost your soul, my heart ached as well."

"I just can't bear to let you suffer any more."

"So, I swear, I won't hurt her again."

"Brother Qingye, we were all dragged into this fiery red prison together. In the chaos, everyone was separated."

"I really don't know where Hu Xiaoman went."

"Brother Qingye, am I such an untrustworthy person in your heart?"

However, Chu Qingye seemed to be oblivious to the fiery and affectionate look of grievance in Chu Ran's eyes.

His voice became colder and colder, as if it was wrapped in frost and snow in the cold winter.

"Chu Ran, it is undeniable that you saved my life when you were a child."

"Over the years in the Chu Palace, you have had no worries about food and clothing, and my mother and I have always treated you well. I think I have never failed to repay you for your kindness."

"I understand your feelings for me, but there is no possibility between us."

"Don't harbor those unrealistic fantasies anymore."

After saying this, his eyes became even more resolute, like solid ice in a cold night.

"If I find out that you have done anything bad to Xiaoman in the future, don't blame me for not remembering our past friendship!"

After saying that, Chu Qingye turned around abruptly and walked towards the lava river without hesitation.

The rolling heat wave hit him in the face, as if it was going to swallow him up, but his steps were firm, without the slightest hesitation.

Behind him, Chu Ran's heartbroken and unwilling cry was heard.

"Brother Qingye, how can you be so cruel and hurt my heart like this?"

"How can I repay the favor of saving my life just by saying so?"

Chu Qingye paused, then slowly turned around again, looking at Chu Ran with an increasingly cold gaze, as if covered with a layer of frost.

"So how do you want me to repay this favor?"

Chu Ran clenched his hands into fists and placed them at his sides. His knuckles turned white due to excessive force.

Her eyes were still red and tears were welling up in them, looking as if they would burst out at the next second.

She took a deep breath, mustered up her courage and said, "I want to marry you."

"We are not related by blood, and you have known my feelings all these years."

"If you really want to repay me for saving your life, marry me."

When Chu Qingye heard this, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, and he sneered with a hint of sarcasm. He spoke word by word and said firmly: "Impossible."

"Chu Ran, apart from this matter, as long as I can do it, I can agree to anything else."

After saying this, he turned around resolutely, no longer paying attention to Chu Ran's grief-stricken expression, and continued walking towards the lava river, step by step, unwaveringly.