Emperor Leng's favorite belly black mad concubine

Chapter 2229 The Palace Lord's Cross-cutting Love [8]

I remember that when I met Mo Lan a year ago, Mo Lan treated her as a stranger. At that time, she had a wish that if she could die in his arms in this life, she would have no regrets in her life.

She didn't expect that this idea would really come true one day, and it came so quickly. When she learned that he was in love with her, they had to say goodbye to each other.

I really want to cry... just because I can't bear it.

This sentence was the last sentence Mo Lan heard Nan Wushuang.

Mo Lan didn't know how much courage it took him to nod and promise her to become a dark elf. At the last moment of Nan Wushuang's deathbed, Mo Lan slowly lowered her head and kissed her lips, a tear fell on her cheek, mixed with Nan Wushuang's tears fell silently, dripping into the dust.

A kiss, very light, very light. When Mo Lan felt that the person in his arms had lost all signs of life, he held her hand and trembled, "Shuang'er..."

The two words drifted away with the wind.

Ye Xiyue stood beside her, her eyes couldn't stop being sad, Huang Junye held her in his arms, and said softly: "This is her own choice, she is happy."

Yes, lucky or not, only you know.

Wushuang exchanged her own death for Mo Lan's life. She felt that there was nothing happier than this.

For the one she loves, no matter whether she lives or dies, she will do everything she can. Perhaps, that is the unforgettable love.

The moment Nan Wushuang closed her eyes and lost all signs of life, the blood under her suddenly glowed red, sublimated little by little, touched Mo Lan, and was absorbed by him at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The dead Nan Wushuang's face became paler and paler until there was no trace of blood on the ground.

"Nan Wushuang..." Susukino Zimo said in a deep voice, feeling very sorry.

"Her blood can awaken the dark elf blood in Mo Lan's body." Huang Junye said in a low tone, "Mo Lan was originally a dark elf.
Whether the transformation is successful or not, you need the blood of your loved one. Being loved by a dark elf is not a good thing. Falling in love with a dark elf is doomed to a miserable end. "

Ye Xiyue's whole body tensed into a straight line.

"To put it bluntly, this is evil fate. Dark elves shouldn't be emotional."

"I believe that from Wushuang's point of view, she doesn't think so. She can accept such a result. Because she accepts it, she would rather die by herself than use her whole body's blood to transform him successfully."

While absorbing Nan Wushuang's blood, Mo Lan was surrounded by an unknown gust of wind. His black hair gradually turned silver, and his deep eyes became darker. He slowly let go of Nan Wushuang's hand and walked towards the black water step by step. lake.

Ye Xiyue hesitated to speak, Mo Lan... what did he want to do?
"He's in metamorphosis, don't bother him."

"He will succeed in transformation, right?" Wushuang is dead, he has absorbed the blood of Wushuang's whole body, coupled with his current heartbreak, he can easily transform successfully.

Otherwise, Wushuang's death would be in vain. Mo Lan didn't want Wushuang to die in vain, so he made up his mind that he would transform himself successfully.

The key to success actually depends on one's will. In the past, his transformation failed repeatedly because he didn't want to become a dark elf at all. In his heart, he resisted the dark elves, and his heart was not firm enough, so naturally his transformation was unsuccessful.

But it's different now, Wushuang's death stimulated him to become a dark elf, which was Wushuang's last wish before his death... Even if Mo Lan didn't want to, he would force himself to accept the dark elf.

(End of this chapter)