Chapter 515 The most important thing is that the world cannot be kept, the red face is the mirror and the flowers are the trees (76)

Ke Changqing curled the corners of his lips and held Wen Xien's hand. The other party rarely pulled it back without being cold, which made him feel very good. It was not a big deal to make small requests occasionally in his palm.

"Okay, what do Jingchen wants to bring?"

Wen Xien's gaze crossed the man in front of him and looked to one side, where there were several crabapple and plum blossoms planted. She used her other hand to put down her scattered clothes and said, "Let me break a splash of osmanthus, I like the taste of osmanthus."

Ke Changqing agreed and remembered her hobbies deeply in her heart. Anyway, with Wen Xien's current situation, she could not make any tricks.

He personally supported Wen Xien's waist and showed a clean road. Wen Xien was left in the same place for a while from the osmanthus tree. Ke Changqing was not angry, and gently patted Wen Xien's tailbone and said intimately: "Go, there is a osmanthus flower that is blooming right there, I'll wait for you here."

Wen Xien raised his foot, one step, two steps, three steps...

Following the gravel road, she slowly walked towards the crabapple tree not far away. She passed by a small bush, and the tender green leaves sprouted, and bypassed two small white flowers with faint fragrance. Finally, she stopped under the tree and looked up.

The branches are intertwined and messy, and a cool breeze blows by, and the swaying osmanthus trees sway in the wind. The osmanthus flowers are like golden butterflies, and they are like silver ribbons, floating lingeringly, falling down, and floating to the ground, which is like a layer of golden sand.

Wen Xien stretched out his arms, overwhelmed a hard branch as thick as two fingers, touched the rough branches, looking for a suitable angle, and with a "click", his fingers used their strength to break the branches, and a few osmanthus flowers fell from the cracks of her hard fingers.

Because she was not straightened, the end of the flower branch showed a sharp sharp blade, which was held in the white and smooth palm by Wen Xien. She stood under the flower tree and looked back at Ke Changqing from a distance.

The distance was a bit far away, and the whole person was shining with bright sunlight, like a layer of shiny gauze, as if it was about to melt away the next moment. Her eyebrows and eyes were not very clear, but they still made people feel an inexplicable indifference and sadness.

Ke Changqing couldn't help frowning, and his heart suddenly hurt, as if something was trying to dig out a piece.

He took a step forward and waited for Wen Xien to come back. He thought, maybe he didn't have to scare her like this. As long as he said who the adulterer was and he killed the adulterer, everything could start over. Jingchen liked osmanthus, so he would plant a mountain of osmanthus flowers. Jingchen's white clothes and black hair sat under the osmanthus tree, which must be very beautiful.

Thinking of this, he showed a faint smile and developed countless tenderness and love for Wen Xien.

But the next second, he widened his eyes in shock—

Wen Xien suddenly raised the branches in his hand and stabbed straight into his chest without hesitation. The branches were filled with clusters of colorful crabapples, like splattering blood, thick and fierce.

After being shocked, Ke Changqing was furious and roared: "Jingchen! You dare!"

He didn't have time to call someone, and he didn't care about his attitude he valued the most before. He took a step and ran over in a panic, but suddenly stopped halfway.

Before he could run, he picked up a small stone casually, bounced his fingers, and the small stone hit the branch that had already pierced into Wen Xien's skin.

It seems to be an understatement, but it actually implies power.

Wen Xien was hit by a random small stone like this, and his fingertips were suddenly sore and numb. His whole arm was almost gone. When his fingers were soft, the branches fell down.

"Do you just want to die like that!"

Wen Xien did not answer, closed his eyes, and woke up as if he was dreaming when he opened it again.

It’s not that she wants to die, but that she has nothing to take to do except that her life is more valuable.

She was just betting, gambled with her own life.

Wen Xien took advantage of Ke Changqing's unpreparedness and picked up the sharp branches from the ground, walked a few steps away, then turned around and pressed against his soft and tender throat.

"Don't come here," Wen Xien's voice was clear and cold, revealing a strong sense of powerlessness. "I think I have never done anything that hurts people, but you have to press forward step by step. I don't know where your grudges towards me come from. It's the first time I even saw you. I don't care who you are. Donor. If my death can dissipate the resentment in your heart and bring peace, then I'll die as much."

She rarely says so much, even if she doesn't have so many people close to her, let alone treat Ke Changqing.

Ke Changqing did not dare to move, staring at Wen Xien with a bloodshot eyes, his eyes were scarlet and terrifying.

The air is surprisingly quiet and solemn.

Hearing her continue to whisper: "Donor, put down the butcher's knife and become a Buddha on the spot."

System: [...Hello Virgin.]

Wen Xien: [This is the character, what can I do? Could it be that I knelt on the ground and begged him to turn back?]

System: [...that's not impossible.]

Wen Xien:【…】

"Jingchen! Put down your hands! I will let you put down your hands!" Ke Changqing said sternly, but his voice could not stop trembling slightly, and he wished he could rush forward and break his arms directly.

"If you dare to die, I will let the people in the world be buried with you!"

"Did you hear it?"

"I won't let you die!"

Wen Xien dared not agree easily, and he had to scare the demon, but the extent to which the demon cared about her shocked her. She really had such great charm to make the demon fall in love at first sight?

She shook her head and said, "Let me bury me in Yonghe'an."

Ke Changqing felt that his heartbeat seemed to stop at this moment, his blood clotted into ice, and countless scenes of two people spending time together, and even some vague memories flashed in his mind.

The long-standing memories are yellow and unclear, but the heart-pounding ignorance and the true and most beloved joy are so real.

He loved Wen Xien so much before, and hated him when he knew he was a substitute, but when the man was ready to commit suicide without any attachment, he hated himself extremely.

Wen Xien's arm moved slightly, and Ke Changqing immediately took two steps forward, stretched out his hand, lowered his voice and said quickly: "No! Wen Xien, don't move, I have something to tell you, I have something to tell you!"

Wen Xien looked at him coldly, without any emotion, as if he was looking at the air, the sharp pointed tip of the flower branches pierced the skin like an arrow.

"—Wen Xien! Don't you just want me to let these people go! I rely on you, I rely on you, I rely on you in everything! I tell you, if you die, everyone in the world will be buried with you! Are you cruel to abandon the world?!"

Ke Changqing was about to go crazy, his voice was hysterical, filled with collapse and irritability, and deep, powerless pleas.

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(End of this chapter)
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