The Merry Prince of the Republic of China[Transmigration Book]

The sky was cloudy and leaden.

Xuemo'er, who were constantly being sifted down like jade shavings, fluttered one after another, eloquently and reluctantly.

The bitter sea wind blew more and more ferociously, as if it wanted to tear Shen Qingchuan's body like a thin kite, as if it would be blown away and overturned in the next second.

But he stood still in front of Guan Boya, just like the watchman stone at the end of the world, the wind and snow watered him and began to petrify him from the bottom of his feet.

He raised his cold fingertips, gently covered the thin wound on Guan Boya's cheek, and said softly, "Does it hurt?"

Blood slowly oozes out from the wound again, and finally gathers into a thick drop, which falls on the shallow snow ground, and one drop breaks into eight petals, which wet the mottled snow ground, turning into a rouge peony like paint falling on rice paper, dotted with bright red, The snow melts.

A smear of hoarfrost spread across the brows of the piercing eyebrows, the phoenix eyes were slightly gazing, the pupils were black as if they were blind, but there seemed to be death flames churning, raging passion seedlings, Guan Boya was like a proud immortal who had violated the rules of heaven standing on the Immortal Killing Terrace Not close to the mundane world, but willing to fall into the dust for one person.

Guan Boya was calm and frank, he never concealed his love for Shen Qingchuan, he knew Shen Qingchuan better than anyone else, and said bluntly, "You are here to accompany me."

"I'm sorry..." Shen Qingchuan lowered his head, his black hair covered his eyes, he smiled a bit fiercely, his heart was twisted and turned like a needle thread, the soft thread turned into the sharpest The knife, tightened, pierced into the flesh inch by inch, and the dull pain was suffocating like drowning.

Shen Qingchuan held the dagger tightly, even now he still couldn't let it go, snow splashed on the sharp dagger blade, and a drop of hot tears fell down.

Guan Boya sighed and said, "You always choose your family."

If there is a decision and a dilemma, he will always be the one who is cut off.

He watched Shen Qingchuan fall into pain with cold eyes, and saw that he seemed unable to restrain the overwhelming pain, sobbing until he couldn't make a sound, and the hand holding the dagger trembled.

Only such a heart-breaking pain can be remembered and felt guilty for a lifetime.

"Miss Guan, can I taste the rouge on your lips?"

Shen Qingchuan wiped his tears and said with a smile, his tone was like when they first met in the dance hall, humorous and coquettish.

There is only blood on the lips, where is the rouge, the mouth fat has already faded away.

Guan Boya smiled with his lips bent, his long hair was loose, his brows were glamorous and lingering, affectionate yet seemingly ruthless, he neither lowered his head nor bowed, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth, waiting... .

Waiting for Shen Qingchuan to take the initiative to kiss him.

Shen Qingchuan lightly raised his head and leaned against the thin blood-stained lips, the lips were soft and close to each other, the smell of blood diffused in his nose, and when he breathed out, the rust-like salty taste overflowed in his mouth, and the blood turned into rouge , lips and teeth meet.

Shen Qingchuan held the dagger forward slowly, hot blood flowed along the dagger body into the fingers, burning/hot like fire.

He purposely picked a non-critical spot to reduce Guan Boya's pain, but stabbing him wouldn't hurt.

Guan Boya gnawed the kiss ferociously, as if she wanted to devour Shen Qingchuan's whole body, her teeth bit his soft lips, and the blood of the two intertwined and fused without distinguishing each other.

"enough!"

Standing in the distance, Shang Xiaolou got impatient for a long time. When he saw Shen Qingchuan walking towards Shen Keyuan and the others, his heart sank, but when he saw Shen Qingchuan staying for a while, he turned to Guan Boya's place again. In the direction, the corners of his mouth raised slightly.

But that good mood was exhausted when Shen Qingchuan kissed Guan Boya affectionately.

Shang Xiaolou did not make things difficult for Shen Qingchuan's family, and ordered someone to untie Shen Keyuan and the others and take them aside, but he was not so tolerant and patient with Guan Boya.

The venom in his heart was like a boiling black flame.

Shang Xiaolou ordered, "Push him into the sea."

The turbulent waves beat against the pitch-black rocks, and the sharp and hard rocks stuck behind Guan Boya. If anyone rolled down, he would fall and be injured, not to mention that with a bag of stones tied to his feet, he would undoubtedly die if he sank into the icy sea water.

Guan Boya sneered, and suddenly blew an eagle whistle, and the surroundings resounded.

The author has something to say: Oh short, let's go back tonight and add another chapter.

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