Revlon

"Don't come here!" Xiao Yue stepped back in panic, like a frightened hedgehog.

Qi Chen ignored his fear, and strode forward, Xiaoyue escaped too slowly, was hugged by Qi Chen from behind, and strangled into his arms fiercely.

Xiaoyue's mind and body were shaken, and he resisted violently: "Let me go!! Qi Chen, let me go!!"

His housing is undoubtedly futile, he has never been able to resist Qi Chen, no matter subconsciously or physically.

Qi Chen turned Xiaoyue over and pressed him into his arms, like a drug addict, eager to appease the struggling person: "Xiaoyue, don't be afraid, this king won't hurt you anymore , this king will never hurt you again."

Xiao Yue tried his best to turn his head away, avoiding Qi Chen's hot breath, his voice trembling in panic: "Qi Chen, let me go, let me go first, let go first!"

"Okay, don't move. If you don't move, I will let you go." Qi Chen's voice was low and tense, with panic that he had never felt before.

Xiaoyue gradually became quiet, the moment Qi Chen let go of him, Xiaoyue took a few steps away, took out the dagger in his arms and pointed it at Qi Chen.

Qi Chen looked at the tip of the knife, and then his gaze settled on Xiao Yue's face: "You know, you can't kill me."

Xiao Yue never thought of killing Qi Chen, and it is impossible for him to do so.

Therefore, he can only kill himself.

Seeing Xiaoyue aiming the dagger at his own throat with his backhand, Qi Chen was in a panic: "No, Xiaoyue!"

Xiaoyue's hands were trembling, and his heart was also trembling. He obviously resisted Qi Chen's approach so much, but his eyes were still red with disappointment.

He admitted that Qi Chen's eyes hurt him severely, he thought he wouldn't be in such pain, obviously at the wedding, he restrained so well.

But when he saw Qi Chen's face, Xiao Yue's heart broke in an instant.

Qi Chen took half a step back: "Don't hurt yourself, put down the knife!"

"...Don't come here." Xiao Yue said painfully.

The dagger was pressed against Xiaoyue's neck, and with a slight movement, the blood vessels under the fair skin could be opened. Qi Chen didn't dare to force him: "Don't move, I listen to you, don't come here."

Qi Chen's cautious appearance reminded Xiaoyue that a long time ago, Qi Chen asked him cautiously like this if he would love a lunatic.

Qi Chen's eyes were also red, he was afraid that his actions would irritate Xiao Yue again, so he slowly took out the broken military book and half of Yu Linglong from his bosom.

Xiaoyue burst into tears in an instant, falling in clusters.

Qi Chen choked up slightly, and said hoarsely for a while: "I'm sorry Xiaoyue, it's my king who wrongly blamed you."

wrong...

Xiaoyue has been blaming himself all the time, because he has helped Lord Hou a lot, so Qi Chen doesn't believe him, and he blames himself, but at this moment, Xiaoyue suddenly realizes that he is not wronged, and he is sorry for this "mistake". Words have paid too much, and I can't make up for it in a lifetime.

Xiao Yue shook his head very slowly: "It's too late...too late..."

"No! It won't be too late!" Qi Chen looked at him eagerly, "I swear to heaven, I will never lie to you from now on, I will do whatever you say, I will listen to you, I will Don't kill anyone again, okay?"

Qi Chen's words were earnest, and Xiao Yue listened to every word to his heart's content.

Why did all this come so late, why did Qi Chen want to turn back for Xiaoyue when his hands were covered with blood...why...

Xiaoyue's tears dripped on the cold blade, he moved his lips, and only let out a mournful sound: "Qi Chen... please let me go..."

Qi Chen looked at him: "Xiaoyue, didn't you say that you want this king to give up the throne? This king has promised you that this king will not be emperor anymore. Let's leave here together, now?"

Xiao Yue kept shaking his head.

Qi Chen continued: "Let's go to Silk Island, wherever you want to go, plant roses, brew flower wine, open wine shops, I will accompany you wherever you go, as long as you stay and go, no matter what... ..."

"Qi Chen..." Xiao Yue interrupted him, "It's too late, Qi Chen, it's really too late... Please let me go, please."

Qi Chen's eyebrows turned cold, he finally tried to restrain his emotions, and asked hoarsely, "Why? Those are the lives you want..."

Xiaoyue's chest trembled: "Qi Chen, I'm so tired, I've worked really hard..."

"..."

"Qi Chen, please do me a favor...let me go."

Xiaoyue looked at him almost pleadingly, the despair and mourning in his eyes swept away the light in Xiaoyue's eyes, and they were so dim and lifeless.

Qi Chen knew that Xiao Yue was really disheartened.

But how would he let Xiaoyue go?

let him go?

No one knows how he got here these days. Whenever he thinks of Xiaoyue's betrayal, the piercing pain drives him crazy. No one knows what he lost, let alone what Xiaoyue means to him. wearing something.

Xiaoyue was the only light left in his dilapidated and cruel life, and it was his life.

When he knew that it was just a misunderstanding between him and Xiaoyue, he was so excited and crazy with joy, but Xiaoyue said... let him go?

Then who will let Qi Chen go?

Qi Chen was silent for a long time, he looked at Xiaoyue, the hope in his heart was like a fragile spider web: "Xiaoyue, you forgive me, just once, for the last time, you love me again, even if only a little, even if only you love Ye One-tenth of Zhao...Xiaoyue!"

Xiao Yue gritted his teeth tightly, tears blurred his vision uncontrollably.

He didn't dare anymore, he loved Qi Chen, but all he got in return was loss, he lost his conscience, lost himself, too many people died because of him...

"I can't do it," Xiao Yue said, "I'm afraid of lying next to you, but dreaming of their faces every night, I can't live with everyone's wronged souls on my pillow..."

Qi Chen: "That's not your fault, it's my king's fault, you can blame me and hate me, as long as you don't leave, as long as you stay."

Xiao Yue shook his head and said: "The damage caused is like a mountain... the dead can never come back, and we... can't go back either."

Qi Chen's eyes sank little by little.

Xiaoyue looked at him: "Let's forget about each other, you are still a high and mighty prince, and I... am still that lowly peasant in the dust, okay?"

Qi Chen closed his eyes heavily, his heavy breathing was especially loud in the space where the needle drop could be heard.

After a while, Xiao Yue watched Qi Chen approach step by step.

He didn't dodge any more, and let Qi Chen hold his wrist holding the knife, move it a little bit, and put it on his throat.

Xiaoyue has decided to go, Qi Chen can't keep him, and he can't watch him die in front of him, Qi Chen has nothing to do.

Qi Chen grabbed Xiao Yue's hand, pressed the blade to his throat, and said solemnly: "Cut it off."

Xiao Yue raised his jaw slightly, his eyelashes drenched with tears.

Qi Chen whispered to him: "There is a small path outside the window behind you, leading to the foot of the mountain, and you can leave after killing this king."

Xiao Yue shook his head in pain: "Why..."

Qi Chen's eyes were red, and he smiled suddenly: "If this king is alive, even if he chases you to the ends of the earth, he will definitely catch you and haunt you forever and ever."

"..."

Qi Chen: "Cut it off, that's the only way, this king can let you go in this life, but in the afterlife, and forever, this king will find you over and over again."

The afterlife, the afterlife...forever and ever...

Xiao Yue believes, Xiao Yue believes that Qi Chen will definitely find him, and they will meet again and again in the distant future.

He will turn into wind, cloud, rain, and even Ye Zhao...they will always meet again and again.

Xiao Yue loosened his five fingers, and the dagger fell to the ground with a bang.

"Qi Chen..." Xiaoyue put his hands through Qi Chen's waist and slipped into his arms, Qi Chen's heartbeat was still familiar and strong, "We will definitely be together in the next life, but in this life... our fate is over .”

Qi Chen hugged him and supported the back of his neck: "There is no room?"

Xiaoyue's hand reached into Qi Chen's pocket, and touched Qi Chen's finger wrench.

The finger wrench contained a fainting nerve poison, which had been used on Xiao Yue's body.

Xiaoyue put his hands on Qi Chen's shoulders and hugged him tightly for the last time: "Goodbye, my... lord."

Before Qi Chen could react, Xiao Yue pushed out the tiny needle, the needle tip pierced into the flesh, and the pain and toxin spread out at the same time.

Xiao Yue supported Qi Chen's heavy body, and gently put him down on the ground.