Every world is crumbling [Quick Transmigration]

, His heart was throbbing with burning pain, and his soul was shaking so hot.

Why, Jing Chen, you can sacrifice for countless people, dedicate yourself to countless people, but...except for me who is the emperor?

Looking at the person on the couch, Mo Jiujun caressed his master's face with trembling hands, and there was unprecedented sadness and pain in his eyes.

If you are the only one who loses you because the emperor wins the world, then now I will use the world to exchange only your heart, Jingchen, are you willing?

117. Your Majesty, Please Respect Yourself 20

When Chu Jingran woke up again, he did not know how many days and nights had passed. His brain was still in dizziness, so he did not recognize the scene in front of him for a while. He moved his fingers reflexively, but he didn't want to realize that his palm was being held tightly by someone else. The strength of the palm.

Originally, Mo Jiujun beside the couch was Qianmian, and the moment his fingers moved slightly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and turned his head to meet the slightly puzzled gaze of the awakened person.

A bright color of surprise bloomed in the bottom of the man's eyes. Since the imperial doctor said those words half a month ago, Mo Jiujun has not left the bed for half a month. Not being wholehearted and hurting the person on the couch in the slightest.

The lack of sleep and food for half a month has made him lose weight, but no matter how hard and tired he is, at the moment when he meets these familiar eyes, he seems so insignificant.

"You're awake, is there any discomfort? Are you hungry? Thirsty? I'll let Imperial Doctor Xuan take a look."

For half a month, Mo Jiujun thought, as long as this person can wake up, as long as this person is alive, as long as he can see this person as he is now, he doesn't care about anything.

He wanted Mu Qianqian's child to live, yes.

Give the child an aboveboard identity.

He wanted Taoism to prosper, yes.

Withdrew all deployments by himself, Daxing inheritance in Weilin territory.

He wants to be a good emperor who is diligent and loving, and he can.

I must abide by myself.

……

As long as...he's fine.

However, unlike the light that bloomed from the bottom of Mo Jiujun's eyes, Chu Jingran's originally calm eyes suddenly turned into a thousand feet of freezing cold the moment he saw the man beside him clearly.

Chu Jingran turned a blind eye to his words, opened his bloodless lips, and said, "Things have developed to this point, the emperor's drama...why continue to play it."

Mo Jiujun froze abruptly.

"I didn't understand before that you are the emperor, Jing Chen is just a subject, the king wants the subject to die, and the subject has to die, you want Jingchen's life, just give an order, but you chose the most complicated way..." Use Qianqian to control my every move.

"And now... I probably understand."

It is more painful than simply killing a person and destroying the things he cares about most.

Recalling the bloody scene, dark red covered the eyes, and there seemed to be a young girl's smile and face in the interlacing of time.

Slowly closing his salty eyes, Chu Jingran said softly: "If there is an afterlife, I wish you... a stranger."

The short horoscopes are like polished icicles, piercing straight into Mo Jiujun's broken heart after abandoning all his arrogance as an emperor.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts to the bone marrow.

This is Mo Jiujun's only feeling.

It was as if all the air in the world was taken away by this simple horoscope, and the pain of suffocation annihilated his whole body.

If there is an afterlife, I wish you a stranger.

If you don't get anything in this life, you will give up in the next life.

Suddenly, Mo Jiujun raised his hand to cover his eyes, as if he didn't want the man to see him dripping with cold sweat from the pain and his face distorted and embarrassed.

He once thought that he, Mo Jiujun, was the most noble person in the world, but he didn't think that behind the word noble was the word poor.

He can disdain, ignore, hear, ask, kill, and behead everyone in the world, except... this person.

Along the way, he held a sincere heart in front of this person with incomparable humility. These days, those beautiful pictures he fantasized about have become the most ridiculous jokes in the world.

Thinking back to how this man did not hesitate to hurt himself for her time and time again, compared to the superficially authoritarian yet humble self in this relationship, Mo Jiujun suddenly smiled softly.

No. 520: Damn, I'm letting you go, blacken it.

The low laughter seemed a little scary in the quiet bedroom at the moment, and then the voice came, "You...found it."

On the couch, Chu Jingran's eyelashes trembled slightly, but he didn't open them. At this moment, he sensitively felt the man leaning over, and almost subconsciously tilted his head, but he didn't want his chin to be clamped first, making him unavoidable. .

The ruthless kiss, the desperate ferocity and plunder, in the fierce restraint and resistance, the smell of blood quickly spread in the mouths of the two, but even so, Mo Jiujun had no intention of letting go.

This kiss lasted for a long time, until Chu Jingran could no longer summon up the strength to resist, Mo Jiujun let go of the flesh that reached his mouth.