Chapter 419: Goodbye my little dumpling...
Chapter 419 Goodbye, my little dumpling...
Chu Ange was also stunned, his vision was already blurred, and he had only one breath left. It was not until the man came closer that he could see his face clearly.
"...Why are you here too?"
Chu Ange smiled weakly, fell down little by little, and lay on the ground.
"Come on, this place will soon be in ruins."
He clenched the still-glowing mirror, and just waited for the person in front of him to leave, and he would do it himself to end it all.
"Is it worth it?" The man's voice was cold but gentle, and his white clothes were very inconsistent with this messy palace.
"What about you, is it worth it?" Chu Ange asked rhetorically.
For a long time, both of them were silent.
"Alas." The man sighed softly, squatted down, and held Chu Ange's hand. Under the strong light, Chu Weiran's face was reflected.
"Ninth brother, forget it, you have already paid all the revenge you deserved, and the Queen will definitely not want to see you kill again for the past." Chu Wei Ran glanced at the mirror in his hand, " This is an extraordinary item, it shouldn’t be found in Fengyun Continent, I heard that this kind of thing is most likely to cause karma or backlash, Ninth brother, save some virtue for your mother.”
Chu Ange's hand loosened, and the strong light that enveloped the entire palace finally disappeared.
"Cough cough..."
Chu Ange turned to look to the other side, Yan Jinyu took the Yan family army into the palace again.
"An hour has passed." Yan Jinyu looked down at Chu Ange.
Chu Ange raised his eyes with difficulty, his eyes swept across Yan Jinyu, as if he was looking for something.
"Guoguo is outside the palace." Yan Jinyu said coldly.
Chu Ange's eyelids drooped down again, hiding the loss in his eyes, and murmured, "It's okay not to..."
The trembling hands worked hard for a long time, and finally took out a letter from his arms and handed it to Yan Jinyu weakly.
Both Yan Jinyu and Chu Weiran clearly saw two words on the letter.
Descend the book.
The palace people and ministers who were running around because of the collapse were also rushed here by the Yan family army at this time.
No one dared to object to this drop, and now they looked at Chu Ange as if they were looking at the devil.
"You have already prepared for the surrender?" Chu Wei was puzzled. Since there was a surrender, why did it have to be so irreversible?
Chu Ange smiled, blood gushing from the corners of his mouth, he pointed to the mirror that was thrown aside, and looked at Yan Jinyu again, "This...was obtained by those who caught her in the Great Yanjing City at that time, It's very powerful, you put it away...keep it away...you can hide it or destroy it...don't let anyone...use this thing to hurt...she..."
"Ninth brother!" Chu Weiran looked at Chu Ange, whose breath was getting weaker and weaker, and hurriedly leaned over and picked up his head, "You hold on, I'll find an imperial doctor for you..."
"It's useless..." Chu Ange shook his head, trying to lift his blood-stained hand and put it on Chu Weiran's hand, "If...if we lived together...were...you would...will. Do you really treat me?"
"Of course I will, you are my brother." Chu Weiran's eyes were also red.
"It's great...cough..." After another sharp cough, Chu Ange smiled brightly, and Zeng Yanjue's facial features were stained with a coquettish temperament, "Thank you...big brother..."
tilted his head, and Chu Ange lost his breath.
At the moment when he lost consciousness, he saw a white dumpling rushing towards Yan Jinyu, and he thought of that afternoon, listening to the beautiful and agile woman dancing under the peach blossom tree outside the Snow Pavilion.
Goodbye, my little dumpling...
(end of this chapter)