She can't save them!

Hailan had long known how many times she cried, and she didn't know how long she would be sad.

If tears could be exchanged for the blood flowing from their bodies, she would rather cry and blind her eyes.

Mu Rourou staggered and knelt beside the two of them, her lips trembled slightly, and tears had already slipped down.

They are her childhood friends.

Now, he ends up tragic death.

"How could this happen? How could this happen? How could it happen..."

Linghu Hua clenched his fists tightly, and he was furious.

But after a short time separation, we met again, and it was a perfect separation between heaven and man.

The four of them have followed Mu Chenxiao since childhood.

Although they are not connected by blood, their relationship is deeper than that of their own brothers.

But now, they never called out "brothers" any more.

"thump……"

He knelt heavily, tears spreading in the tiger's eyes.

"You two brothers left this world as companions... How do you explain to Shuzong alone? How do you let me meet the prince in the future?"

The word "prince" made Mu Rourou suddenly wake up, and looked at Feng Qingcheng in panic.

"Where are the children? Where are the children?"

Linghu Hua and Hailan looked at Feng Qingcheng at the same time, as if waiting for her to give her the final answer.

Feng Qingcheng's palm slowly opened, and there was a small jade bottle in her hand.

In the green bottle, the bright red blood swayed a circle of red blush.

"You bury them...I'm going to a place..."

"Miss..." Hailan cried and knelt at her feet, hugging her legs tightly: "Miss, you must save the little prince and avenge You Shi and Feng Yu..."

Feng Qingcheng closed his palms quietly, and the evil intentions rippled in Mo Ran's eyes.

"Demon Emperor..."

A drop of blood poured out from the jade bottle, rippling in her palm, and dripping down to the ground with a "pop" along her fingertips.

In an instant, an invisible aura suddenly spun out, like the swelling of the ground, causing a strong wind.

Linghu Hua and others instinctively covered their eyes with their hands to avoid the blurred whirlpool of strong wind.

By the time they could open their eyes to investigate, there was no trace of Feng Qingcheng around them.

...

"Bang..."

The teacup in Mu Chenxiao's hand suddenly shattered, and the ceramics fell to the ground.

Lushui hurriedly squatted to clean the fragments, but suddenly found a sharp corner of the fragments, soaked in bright red.

She subconsciously raised her head and saw a drop of blood slowly oozing out from Mu Chenxiao's fingertips, shaking.

And Mu Chenxiao's eyes were just looking at the drop of blood so charmingly, motionless.

"Your Majesty..." Lushui carefully tentatively called down: "Your Majesty...you are bleeding..."

Mu Chenxiao's eyes finally trembled and he withdrew his gaze: "Yes..."

After shook the drop of blood, Mu Chenxiao stood tall and walked to the window, staring at the rising sun outside with his eyebrows frowned.

What he was worried about was not this drop of blood, but the feeling behind it.

For him, the anxiety that was about to emerge made him feel restless.

As the Demon Emperor, he knew that he already had some mystery of knowing his destiny.

This drop of blood certainly would not be a good sign for him.

It can even be said to be a sign of blood.
Chapter completed!