Xianjun is too bad: please get on the pirate ship

She is also wise, she opened such a special shop, she invited him to be a cook, she admired his skills that people looked down upon, she said that the dishes he cooked were worth a thousand dollars, she helped him realize his dream, she Let him understand his own value.

From then on, he called her "Sister Mengxiao", and he only wanted to make her happy, and he guarded her carefully so that she would not be harmed.

I love her in my heart, in my dreams, and in my flesh and blood.

But this love is destined to be buried deep in her heart, because she is the second brother's princess, and because she has no affection for him.

But her warmth surrounded him from beginning to end. When he was framed for poisoning his brother, she ran out barefoot and stood in front of him: "How can you just take my people away?"

After he was seriously injured, she shed tears and fed him the medicine herself.

After he expressed his desire to become the emperor of the world, she poured money, material and manpower to pave the way for him.

This is his sister Mengxiao, the only person Zi Yiran loves deeply in this life, for her, he can sacrifice everything about himself, not to mention this blood that boils only for her, this life that lives for her!

"Sister Mengxiao, I'm sorry, although this will embarrass you, Yiran still wants to tell you once, Yiran loves you, Yiran really loves you very much!"

He is no longer the indifferent and cold human emperor in the struggle of imperial power, he is just the pure and kind young man in white clothes when we first met.

The incomparably sharp dagger with demonic aura was sent into his own heart very quickly by him, and the bright red blood gushed out instantly, staining the flawless white clothes, like the beautiful and coquettish Manzhu on the other side... Shahuahua, one by one, blooming...

"Yiran... Yiran—" Seeing that dagger piercing Zi Yiran's heart helplessly, and seeing his white clothes stained red with blood helplessly, Han Mengxiao uttered a mournful cry from his soul.

Only when she kept calling his name, could she guarantee that she would not faint from a breakdown. She looked at his tall body, hitting the yellow sand heavily, but his eyes were always on her. Smile.

"Yiran has no regrets... not at all... no regrets... not at all..." The blood drained from his body, his body began to feel cold, his consciousness began to blur, his face was still stiff, he watched her struggling In his direction, bit by bit, crawled over.

He can only keep a smile on his face as much as possible, so that her heart can feel better, so that her pain can be relieved to some extent.

He wanted to say that if there was a next life, she would still be his sister Meng Xiao, and he would still find her and guard her.

However, seeing her heartbroken, he understood painfully that he might not have a next life, and if he died, he would die forever.

No regrets, what he said is what he thinks, and he is firm!

Just regret, deeply regret.

Never cook her delicious food again, never see her bright smile again, never, ever.

He felt her warm hands touching his face, felt her trembling non-stop close to him, he wanted to open his eyes to look at her again, but he couldn't, the dagger with the evil spirit, During the extreme time, the blood in his body was drained, and his strength was taken away. He couldn't look at her again, he couldn't say a word to her, and even his thoughts stopped.