The queen is crazy and spoiled, and the tyrant bows to her

Chapter 415: Heartbroken

The sky is full of heavy snow, fluttering down...

The imperial palace, which was filled with the sounds of fighting not long ago, suddenly became dead silent.

The world seemed to be plunged into chaos.

Jiang Wantang stumbled all the way, stepping on scattered sharp arrows with every step, and tears had already blurred her eyes.

But her pair of red eyes were still staring at the tall figure kneeling in a pool of blood in the distance without blinking.

All around, the cold wind howled like the mournful cry of a ghost, carrying snowflakes and running rampant in the air. When it blew on people's faces, it felt as painful as a knife.

But at this moment, Jiang Wantang seemed to no longer feel the pain...

She kept calling out: "Brother Xiaoqi..."

The shrill cry was torn to pieces by the howling wind and snow.

When Jiang Wantang fell heavily again, she finally fell in front of Ji Wuwang.

She almost crawled to his side using her hands and knees.

Ji Wuwang's snow-white robe, which had always been spotless, was now soaked in blood inside and out.

There were sharp arrows stuck in his chest, arms and legs, and blood was constantly gushing out of his chest...

A large area of ​​glaring red, so red that it is shocking.

Jiang Wantang's already red eyes were stained with blood at this moment, and she couldn't stop shaking...

She raised her violently trembling hands, wanting to touch her brother Xiaoqi, but looking at the scars all over his body and the sharp arrows stuck in his body, she didn't know where to start.

With so many injuries, it must be so painful!

She was afraid of hurting him if she touched him...

Jiang Wantang shook her head slowly, choking up to the point where she couldn't speak, and tears kept flowing.

She knelt in front of Ji Wuwang and touched his icy cheek with trembling hands.

He lowered his head, the biting coldness between his fingers spreading throughout Jiang Wantang's limbs...

The cold wind was silent and the snow was howling. Her face was desolate, like a broken piece of jade, as if her whole body was about to shatter.

After a while, wailing sounds were heard, like the fragmented wails of a young animal.

"Brother Xiaoqi!"

"Brother Xiaoqi...Brother Xiaoqi..."

"Brother! Brother...wake up!"

"I'm Atang... Brother Xiaoqi, wake up and go see Atang... okay?"

"Brother... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Brother Xiaoqi...don't die...don't..."

Jiang Wantang cried brokenly and desperately, tears falling in big drops, and her thin shoulders trembled constantly.

Everyone present watched this scene and was infected by the sad atmosphere, and their eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Only the one who was high above had a look that changed drastically. His eyes turned bloodshot and he staggered back several steps, almost falling down.

Ji Wuyuan didn't expect that Jiang Wantang would have such a big and painful reaction after getting rid of Ji Wuwang.

He felt as if something important was slipping away from his hands bit by bit.

The more he tried to control, the less he could grasp it.

This feeling made him feel a little uneasy.

As if hearing Jiang Wantang's grief-stricken cry, Ji Wuwang's eyelashes trembled slightly, and he opened his heavy eyes with difficulty.

His elegant face was covered with a layer of white frost, and there was blood at the corner of his mouth.

He opened his eyes, his pupils were already dilated, but he still tried his best to focus on Jiang Wantang's face.

Looking at Jiang Wantang in front of him, Ji Wuwang showed a gentle smile at the corner of his lips. His lips moved, as if he wanted to say something.

As soon as he opened his mouth, a mouthful of blood gushed out...

"Brother Xiaoqi!" Jiang Wantang reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth in panic, but the more he wiped, the more blood

Her hands and sleeves were covered in his blood...

Warm, glaring red.

Jiang Wantang was trembling, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, as if she had cried out all the tears she would ever cry in her lifetime.

At this moment, she knew better than anyone that he was dying...

Her little brother Xiaoqi, this time, is really leaving forever...

"Brother Xiaoqi, you promised Atang..." Jiang Wantang said softly, his voice hoarse. "You said you would take me to see the peach blossoms in Jiangnan, take me to eat all the delicious food in the world, and see the beautiful scenery of the four seasons with me. You said you would... live well..."

Jiang Wantang was halfway through her words when she suddenly couldn't help but burst into tears.

She couldn't continue speaking. It felt like something was blocking her throat, and an indescribable pain and bitterness filled her heart.

Tears of blood flowed from the corners of Ji Wuwang's eyes. He raised his hand with difficulty and gently wiped her tear-stained cheek with his fingertips.

The temperature of his fingers was icy cold, carrying a chilling breath of death.

"Ah...Atang..." Ji Wuwang's voice was as light as a falling snowflake: "Don't cry..."

"sorry......"

"It's my brother...I'm sorry...I didn't...find you earlier..."

Jiang Wantang raised her hand and held Ji Wuwang's hand tightly, burying her cheek in his cold palm, her lips trembling, and she couldn't stop sobbing.

"Brother...don't...don't go..."

Ji Wuwang looked at her with a sad, nostalgic and reluctant look, his eyes filled with deep affection.

He smiled and said, "Atang... live well... "

"In the next life...I will change my brother...to wait...for you."

As the last word fell, Ji Wuwang's eyes slowly closed again and his head drooped weakly.

Jiang Wantang closed her eyes tightly, tightly grasped his hand on her cheek, and burst into tears.

"no, do not want......"

At this moment, Jiang Wantang's frail body was shaking violently with grief. Her cries echoed in the wind and snow, her voice filled with endless desolation and sadness.

She stretched out her hands and hugged Ji Wuwang's gradually cold body tightly.

"Master!" Shi Lin and Shi Feng knelt aside, both of them let out a heart-wrenching cry, clenched their fists, and lowered their heads to cry bitterly.

Not far away, Zhang Long had already helped Xie Zhiyan and Zhao Hu up.

Xie Zhiyan looked at Jiang Wantang, who was grief-stricken and crying bitterly, and his heart felt like it was being filed back and forth by a sharp file, sharp and deep, causing every nerve in his body to ache.

He understood her pain...

But he was powerless.