I asked you to go down the mountain and get married, not to shock the world!

The moment Mingchuan heard this, it was as if a silver needle pierced his brain, his heart suddenly ached, and his fists clenched silently.

Seeing his expression, Betty subconsciously used her body to block his gaze, and twitched the corners of her mouth slightly towards the man in front of her.

"Haha...you're right. Mingchuan is in our hands this time. He definitely won't be able to escape."

The man didn't notice Betty's abnormality at all. He asked Betty to push Mingchuan into the helicopter.

After Mingchuan entered the plane, everyone returned to their original positions.

Betty swallowed her saliva and had no choice but to sit in front of Mingchuan. She kept her eyes fixed on Mingchuan's face, fearing that he would suddenly go berserk and affect her.

However, what she didn't expect was that the man was surprisingly quiet, and he didn't look like the man who was so fierce to her in the laboratory before.

And she pretended to be tired very well, just like when she first met Mingchuan...

The more Betty watched, the more frightened she became. She swallowed unconsciously and felt a little more in awe of Mingchuan.

There was also a burst of slander in my heart.

"This guy is truly a terrifying existence... It seems that no one can cure him at all, right?"

After thinking about this, Betty patted her chest with lingering fear.

The flight was long, and Mingchuan didn't move at all during the entire journey.

Betty also stared at him closely from the beginning, fearing that he would do something out of line, but in the end she couldn't help but feel drowsy and closed her eyes.

The moment his gaze left Mingchuan, Mingchuan slowly opened his eyes and looked in her direction.

Mingchuan looked at him as if he was looking at prey. Even though Betty had fallen into a deep sleep, she still shivered all over.

It was like a cool breeze blowing past her ears.

Mingchuan looked at this face and his eyes dimmed involuntarily.

The person they were talking about just now, was it Axiong?

Axiong's legs are no longer functioning?

Didn’t they say before that they could exchange themselves for Axiong’s safety?

Why...why even if he came, he couldn't change the predetermined outcome?

Mingchuan was trembling all over, and anger was rising from his feet to his head.

His gaze shifted from Betty's face to the other people in the cabin.

Cruelty surged crazily...

……

at the same time.

domestic.

Beijing.

There was still a drizzle in Kyoto, and the entire sky was gray. The thick clouds covered everyone in the city, and not a single ray of sunlight seeped through.

This dark atmosphere pressed strongly on everyone's heart, as if it was forcing everyone to be trapped in a state of depression.

Many people feel uneasy, but they can't find where that feeling of unease comes from.

at this time.

In another dark cemetery.

A group of people, led by the king, were dressed in black and stood solemnly in front of a newly fallen tombstone.

The photo of the man engraved on the tombstone looked no different from the group of people in black. The atmosphere was just as depressing, but the face was stunningly beautiful.

Someone was holding a black umbrella for the king. Raindrops fell from the sky, slid all the way over the black umbrella, and rolled down as countless raindrops.

The tombstone without an umbrella was already covered with fine and dense raindrops just like the umbrella.

The king frowned slightly, and with some reluctance, he reached out and touched it, wiping off all the water stains on her tombstone.

Let out a sigh.

"Alas, such a good child, how could you leave so early? God is really jealous of talent... If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have assigned so many important tasks to you. At least... at least, even if you had to go, you should go with dignity..."

The king felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife and was in great pain.

He repeatedly rubbed the woman's face, which was never smiling, with his hands, and countless people around him were moved by what they saw.

Someone couldn't help but step forward and gently put their hand on the king's shoulder.

"Lord, please accept my condolences. The Imperial Master will surely be in good health in his next life..."

If people start talking about reincarnation, it only means that there is no hope for their life.

The king shook his head helplessly.

"I know, I know everything..."

"It's so pitiful. Xiaochuan had said before that he wanted to be buried with her, but now his situation abroad is very complicated and he can't come with her."

"I don't know if this child would forgive Xiaochuan if he knew about this in the afterlife."

The person next to him pursed his lips and couldn't help but say, "Don't worry, it will happen. She will understand."

That being said, if he were to really be assured, how could he be at ease?

The king looked up at the dark sky, and wherever he looked, there was white drizzle falling.

He glanced at the cemetery where Situ Xuan was now and sighed.

"poor child."

"Okay... let's go."

After the king finished speaking, he waved to the people behind him and left the place first.

The woman in the photo on the tombstone kept her eyes fixed on the direction they left, as if Situ Xuan was watching them for the last time.

The king seemed to be able to feel the gaze behind him. His heart couldn't help but ache, and countless scenes of him getting along with that girl Situ Xuan flashed through his mind.

This is a good child, it's a pity that he won't be able to enjoy happiness in this life...

Just when the king, burdened with countless sorrows, finally reached the foot of the mountain and was about to drive away.

Someone came up hurriedly in the rain, with a worried look on his face, and kept shouting at the king.

"Oh no, oh no! Something bad has happened to the king!"

When the people around the king heard this, they glared at the subordinate and shouted angrily, "What are you doing, kid? What do you mean the king is in trouble? If you have something to say, talk it over nicely. Don't be so impulsive. It's unbecoming!"

The king stretched out his hand to block it: "It's okay."

After he finished speaking, he looked at the trembling subordinate and asked gently, "What's the matter?"

The subordinate shuddered and took a look at the king's current condition.

The king is now pale and it is obvious that he is not feeling well.

He hesitated for a moment, not wanting to say it directly so as not to affect the king.

"This...this...it's nothing serious. Why don't we go down first and wait for you, the Lord, to rest before we talk?"

After hearing his subordinate's words, the man who had yelled at him before suddenly became displeased again.

"What are you doing? If it's nothing serious, why are you making such a fuss?"

"What if you disturb the king?"