die for

"Your Majesty, do you dare to ask if we haven't seen you for a few days, is there something wrong?" Ruan Qingjue was the only person living in Fusheng Palace.The palace is full of incense every day, making people drowsy.He was lying on the bed alone, unable to move at all, as if someone had just had his bones removed.

As everyone knows, once the spirit bone is lost, that's it.

"Can't I come to see you if I have nothing to do?" Bai Lin closed the doors and windows, and the only light in the room disappeared.

He didn't see that the only light in Ruan Qingjue's eyes was gone.

Kong Sang sat on the bed, stretched out the hand in the quilt and insisted on holding the hand that he couldn't avoid, and was a little sullen for a while, "Aren't you even going to let the widow touch it?"

Ruan Qingjue was never afraid, and said with a sneer, "Bai Lin, you and I are neither a married couple nor a life-and-death friend, so why should we have any friendship?" come pale. "My spiritual bone is a good thing. It is made by gathering all the demon power in me. Let alone finding a little demon who has only a few hundred years of practice, even if it is honed into a weapon, it can kill people like a cow."

"But you didn't tell me at that time that you would be like this." Bai Lin got up and turned the fire on again.Looking at the flames, he muttered to himself, "A monster has hundreds of bones, and if you fill them with spiritual power, they can all be called spiritual bones, but I didn't know that what you gave me was the one that made your life worse than death."

"It's just being harassed by the undead, and it's a huge favor for you to say it... The grassroots are terrified. Besides, I, a monster, is just a weapon to kill people by nature. I don't need you to pay any debts or apologize. "Ruan Qingjue silently put her hand in the quilt, remembering that the playbook once said that to love someone is to do everything you can in your life, give what you have, do what you do, and have no complaints or regrets in your life, until you die.

As for him, he just served that person delicious food when he was hungry, held fine wine in his hand when he was thirsty, accompanied the long nights to keep him safe, and sent thousands of miles of rivers and mountains so that he could sit and enjoy a long life without bounds.

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