1novels Chapter 174 Maybe I Can't Love You Anymore
Chapter 174 Maybe I Can't Love You Anymore
"Ziyuan~" Lu Yisang called softly, he didn't use a loud voice, for fear of scaring away the green fireflies lingering on the tip of his nose.
Xiao Ziyuan looked at him with a smile, the faint green light reflected on Lu Yisang's face, making people unable to move their eyes away.
"Ah...Ah!" He sneezed uncontrollably, and the green firefly flew away. Lu Yisang grabbed Xiao Ziyuan's clothes corner aggrievedly, "Ziyuan, flew away..."
"Pfft, what a fool."
"You call me stupid!"
"No, I mean you are very cute." When Xiao Ziyuan lied, his face never changed, and he pinched Lu Yisang's nose along the way.
"Hmph, don't think I didn't hear you!"
"Keep quiet, it's flying over."
"Well……"
I saw a small green firefly floating slowly over, Lu Yisang stretched out his hand expectantly, and the little spot of light really landed on his palm.
Lu Yisang was very happy, his eyes were shining, full of joy, Xiao Ziyuan hadn't seen that look for a long time, he spent every day at work, and had almost no time to do these things, in the future, he would be taken out to play more is.
The green firefly will only appear one night, and will fall asleep the next day. This kind of little creature is unique to the demon world. It is a round cyan bug with thin wings.
There are also such insects in the human world. They are called fireflies in the human world. Although the names are similar, they are not the same. They have different appearances, habits, and living habits.The light of green fireflies is light green, while that of the human world is light yellow.
Lu Yisang watched the little guy fly away with a smile on his lips.
"Ziyuan..." He was about to share the joy just now with Xiao Ziyuan, when Xiao Ziyuan leaned his head over and put it on his shoulder.
Are you tired?Lu Yisang held his other shoulder distressedly, letting him lean on it.
The night was very long, the fireflies were still there, and the moonlight was still there. The figures were bathed in the moonlight and the blurred bright spots, and they looked extraordinarily quiet.
They still have a long way to go.
"Cough, cough, cough..." Qingdi gathered her clothes, and read a book in her hand. It's okay to have nothing to do, reading a book and killing time is not bad.
"Cough cough cough..."
Qingdi coughed unceasingly, put down the book helplessly, her slightly pale face became sickly flushed due to coughing.
His body is getting weaker and weaker, with this appearance, there is no way to appear in front of Yaoran, so recently he has been refusing Yaoran's meeting and entertaining himself in the palace.
There are many things in the devil world, no matter how irritable Yaoran is, he has to deal with the rebellion in the devil world, enduring the urge to see the flute, but the rebels he captured, without exception, were all killed by him, and the death conditions were miserable.
"Ahem..." Qingdi poured a cup of tea, it was already cold and lost the fragrance of the tea, but he didn't want to taste the tea, just to stop his cough.
After finally not coughing, I just felt so tired that I didn't even take off my outer shirt, and just lay down with my clothes on.
It was dawn, and Qingdi, who was not covered with a quilt, felt dizzy, and she looked sick in the mirror.
"My lord, Mr. Su is asking to see you." The voice of a servant came from outside the door.Su Chen must have come here for the pill, so Qingdi let him in.
"This is today's elixir." Su Chen put the jade bottle on the table, looked up, and saw that Qingdi's condition was really not good.
"You...have your body reached this point?" Su Chen frowned and asked.
"No problem."
"My elixir can only help you restore your body, not help you recover."
"Ah."
"Then why do you bet everything on me?" Su Chen was puzzled.
"I'm just asking for comfort. You don't have to think about it. I know my body well."
Qingdi didn't tell the truth, and Su Chen didn't want to ask, but he couldn't stay alone anymore, and he seemed to have a fever.
"I will let the Lord come to see you."
"No need, he still needs to take care of the affairs of the devil world."
Seeing that he didn't want to see the Demon Lord, Su Chen stopped mentioning the matter and planned to leave.
"Su Chen."
"exist."
"Soon, you'll be able to see the people you really want to see."
"...Let me borrow your good words."
Qingdi's head became more and more dizzy, and she sat on the chair, resting her forehead with one hand, frowning tightly.
In a daze, he felt as if someone hugged him, and then he fell into the warmth. He wanted to open his eyes to see who it was, but his eyelids were so heavy that he couldn't open them.
"Master, master..."
He heard someone calling him, and then something cold was pressed against his forehead.
"Master, your body is like this, why don't you tell me?"
"Master Zu, you have a fever, you are probably the only one in the cultivation world who has a fever."
"Master, I will not watch you continue to weaken, I will save you."
"Master, master, my master..."
A person was calling him, and his words were full of nostalgia. He didn't need to think about who that person was.
In order to save Qingdi, Yaoran called Su Chen and asked him to divination, but Su Chen couldn't do it alone, so he had to ask someone to help.So Yaoran exhausted his magic power and divination for him to find a way to save Qingdi.
With a sincere heart, dripping blood into soup, boiled meat for food.
Yaoran looked at these words, unable to regain consciousness for a long time.
Su Chen hesitated for a while, but still told him, "With sincerity, you need to care about His Majesty, without any malice. In addition... His Majesty must be able to understand."
That's right, take out all the blood in that heart, and cook the rest of the heart...
Yaoran pursed her lips and muttered to herself, "Sincere heart, who else would care about him so much except me?"
"My lord," it's not impossible for Su Chen to guess his thoughts and use his own heart as medicine, but... "My lord, don't forget, you are the master of the demon world."
"Heh, the Lord of the Demon Realm? Without him, what would I be the Lord of the Demon Realm? I would rather die with him." Yao Ran smiled with extreme sarcasm.
"..."
Su Chen can't persuade him, and there's no need to persuade him. Su Chen can understand the feeling of being in love but willing to give everything. From a certain point of view, he and the demon lord are actually sympathetic to each other.
"If the lord insists on doing this, then make sure to plan thoroughly. After all, he is the only one in your world, and there are people who care about you in the world of the people of the devil world."
"I see. You go out."
"Yes."
Yaoran took a deep breath, walked to the table, laid out paper, picked up a pen and began to write.He has made up his mind to give up himself for the sake of Qingdi, so he needs to make plans for the Demon Realm. Who is the new Demon Lord must also have a clear direction.
To be able to be a good devil lord and consider for the devil world, there is only one person in his mind——Yu Ci.
Yuci is a low-key person, but he has been with the demon lord since a long time ago, and has experienced several demon lords. Even before Qingdi went to the demon world, he began to assist the demon lord at that time.
Yaoran was very relieved to hand over the Demon Realm to him, she was really not suitable for this position, Yaoran knew it from a long time ago.His emotions are easily unstable, and it is easy to cause irreparable consequences. Moreover, the position of the devil has restrained him for too long.
Yaoran doesn't write much, but every word determines the future of the Demon Realm.
After handing over the manuscript to Su Chen, Yao Ran started to prepare.Losing his heart, he won't die soon. After all, he has his cultivation to support him, but he can't last long. He only hopes to see Qingdi return to normal.
"Master..." Su Chen didn't know what to say, is this love?He can no longer feel the beating of his heart, so he can't feel the attachment he had at the beginning.
But looking at Yaoran's decisive appearance, he seemed to see himself back then, and something was slowly sprouting in his heart, breaking through the ground.
"I've already said what I need to say, don't say anything else."
Yao Ran had already taken off her dark purple robe, and was standing in front of the water mirror in a white coat.
White, I haven't worn white for a long time.
He touched his face and thought of the original self, that simple and strong boy, the blood on his back made him unacceptable, but he had to accept it, and then he became what he is now.
The evil-looking man put away the mirror and walked slowly to the side of another man who was lying quietly on the couch.Qingdi slept peacefully, and the fever had subsided, but Yaoran didn't want Qingdi to know what she was about to do.
He was afraid, afraid that a piece of blood would stain his white shirt and scare Qingdi.
Yao Ran stared at him obsessively, reached out her hand, and gently stroked his cheek, it was so smooth that one couldn't bear to let go.
"Clear flute, clear flute, clear flute..."
He kept repeating these two words, as if this could entangle each other's souls, and they would never be separated forever.
"You must miss me, remember me, and you are not allowed to forget."
Yaoran kissed his forehead, then his eyes, the tip of his nose, and his lips, staying on the lips for the longest time.
don't want to be separated.
Yaoran bit his lip, leaving shallow tooth marks, and looked at his face for a long time, unwilling to look away.
Maybe this is the last look...
"Qingdi, I love you so much. It's because I love you. It's not because I like you. I want to keep you by my side. I want to love you like this or that. Do you understand?"
Yaoran's smile was very gentle, a gentleness that had never been seen before, and when she smiled, tears flowed down her face.
"pat-"
Tears fell on Qingdi's skirt, soaked in, and the color of that place became much darker.
The dagger was very cold, Yaoran felt so, when the dagger sank into his chest, he felt very painful, but felt it was worth it.
His Qingdi, soon, soon will hold the scroll in good health, and will no longer cough in the middle of the night.
Yes, many nights, he would come over quietly to see what Qingdi was doing, and when Qingdi coughed, his heart also caught up, and he wanted to hug that thin body, but he couldn't.
Blood, bright red blood, dyed the white clothes brightly and enchantingly, like blooming roses, extremely beautiful.