Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

. "The young man took the man's hand without avoiding suspicion. Seeing the bright red fingertips of the man, he frowned, hesitated for a while, and took out the brocade silk in his arms to wrap it up for him, but when he looked up, he saw that the man on the opposite side fell down. Tears, I was really at a loss for a while.

Seeing people staring blankly at her but not speaking, the girl choked and said, "You...you...don't comfort me."

"I..." Looking at the teardrops falling from the person, the young man gently put his hand on the person's head, and said softly, "Qianqian doesn't cry."

……

All kinds of scenes that had been completely forgotten in memory, Mu Qianqian's embarrassing crying became louder, and her whole body became more and more painful.

She was wrong, and she regretted it. In this world, the person who loves her the most and loves her the most is always by her side.

Seeing the unreserved deep affection for Buyuanmu in his eyes, Mo Jiujun pulled him up, looked into his eyes, and said word by word: "Even if it is death, you will die." Want to save that woman?"

"right……."

Hearing this simple one-word reply, Mo Jiujun shouted: "Then what about the foundation of Taoism?"

Chu Jingran raised his eyes suddenly, and Mo Jiujun said word by word: "If you insist on protecting her, then... I will completely destroy all the foundations of your Taoism."

Chu Jingran, you said it as if you had no intention of destroying it before.

As the inheritor of Taoism, Jingchen was indoctrinated and raised by Taoists since he was a child. He swore before the ancestors that he would carry forward Taoism. In his world, the inheritance of Taoism is means everything.

If Taoism is completely broken in his hands, he will be the biggest sinner of Taoism. After death, he will not only have no face to face the master who raised him, but also face to all ancestors. The more painful choice of death.

On the one hand, the beloved person he swore to protect, on the other hand, he raised himself up and gave him all the glory and honor of inheritance, how should he choose?

In Mu Qianqian's sight, the man's face faded to pale, and thousands of struggles and lingers in his cold eyes alternated. He who was always indifferent in front of others, was fragile at this moment, as if he exerted a little force, and his whole world would collapse. Total collapse.

And beside him, the man whom he had treated and loved with all his heart, was constantly compressing all his space, as if he wanted to wrap him in a spider's web, wanting to completely control his whole world.

At this moment, Mu Qianqian suddenly understood something, and looked at the person who was about to collapse completely, with a smile on his face, just like when the two first met in front of the door, without the hypocrisy and interests of sharing Sincerity and surprise.

"Brother Jingchen, if there is an afterlife, Qianqian would like to be that vulgar peasant woman, and wait for you to come to the door with a white horse and sedan chair, and stay together for the rest of her life."

After saying that, she yanked out the gold hairpin in her bun, and severed her own carotid artery amidst the exclamation of the collapsed people not far away.

In this life, the one thing I, Mu Qianqian, regret most is missing you and the wish I made when I was young.

Wish to have one person's heart, and the white head will not be separated.

Having lost your life, I only want to make the last choice for you, so that you can match up just once.

The warm blood bloomed in the air like brilliant sparks, with a sad and broken beauty, as if bringing them back to the Yangliu Lake where the spring breeze was blowing, the sky was blue and the water was clear.

There are cool boys in white clothes, there are innocent girls in blue skirts, and there is a century-old willow tree full of green branches.

Brother Chen, Qian Qian doesn't hurt.

……

Mu Qianqian died right in front of Chu Jingran. Even if Chu Jingran tried his best to save her, but he was powerless in the end. The moment he realized this fact, Chu Jingran was so sad that he vomited blood on the spot.

bedroom

The heavy air pressure was like a black cloud, beside the bed, Mo Jiujun's clothes were messy, and the bottom of his eyes that hadn't closed his eyes for a day and night was covered with red blood, but even so, his eyes were still fixed on the pale person on the bed.

Listening to the words "Qianqian" that popped out of the lips when the person with closed eyes occasionally babbled, seeing the man's temples wet with tears behind his voice, he, who was no longer as tall as before, was like a prisoner who lost all his chips. Holding someone's hand, clasping his fingers firmly, as if only in this way can he keep this person by his side.

The imperial doctor who was checking the pulse at the side watched his ears, nose, and heart. He didn't dare to move his eyes. After diagnosing the pulse in a stiff posture, he raised his sleeves and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. He carefully said with words : "Your Majesty, the National Teacher's vitality is relatively low compared to ordinary people. This time, he suffered a big loss. I'm afraid... his life may be in danger."

Insufficient energy and blood compared with ordinary people?

Mo Jiujun's already chaotic mind suddenly appeared the original picture at this moment, the young man in white clothes is picturesque, holding a dagger to take blood from his heart, and at the price of eight years of life, just to protect that illusory person.

Dark blood like boiling magma