Jiangmen iron blood poisonous concubine

Chapter 1015 Visiting the palace at night. twenty three
After a long time, Ye Quzheng finally said, "I cannot control her life or death."

These words sounded cold but at the same time somewhat sad. After a pause, he said slowly: "However, this king can tell you that she has indeed been here."

On that gloomy and oppressive night, she quietly appeared in front of him.

At that time, the lights were like beans, and the face of Qingwu was not very clear.

He smelled alcohol for a while, and she drank again.

In Ye Quzheng's memory, Qing Wu belonged to an alcoholic. Qing Wu, a well-known witch in the world, was addicted to alcohol.

Because of family affection and love, both are unsatisfactory.

After following Qin Shiyue, Qing Wu seldom drank alcohol, and almost never drank anymore, and she didn't know why she got so drunk that night.

She was a little drunk, but she still recognized him.

She fell down, almost instantly, she fell beside him, grabbed his sleeve and asked him fiercely: "Why did you kill my mother back then?"

He couldn't answer. She had asked him this question many times, many years ago, but he still couldn't give an answer.

Because the answer is already very clear.

He is young and frivolous, arrogant and ignorant, and treats other people's lives like ants, so killing a Demon Cultist shouldn't make him feel guilty.

However, it was the killing of that woman that caused him a cry of regret.

He knew that Qing Wu was not really asking for an answer when he asked him why he killed her mother with red eyes.

Rather, in her heart, there are regrets that cannot be resolved.

If it wasn't for him killing her mother, she would still be a little maidservant raised by his side, and she might have no status, but she was also happy to be favored by him.

But now, they have been going around for so many years through a blood feud, and fate finally gave them a punishment.

The night government has been abolished.

"Why?" Qing Wu was almost hysterical, pulling on his sleeve with great strength, almost peeling him off.

He didn't speak, but looked at her calmly.

They stared at each other like this for an unknown amount of time, when Qing Wu suddenly burst into tears, hugging him and weeping bitterly like a child.

It was the first time he saw her cry like this in so many years since she joined the Demon Cult.

He was almost irrational, crying so loudly that he still refused to stop at the top of his lungs.

The lights were dim, and he hugged her, not knowing how to comfort her.

At this point, no one has much strength. He also tried his best and chased her for a long way.

But now, he has no legs, and he can no longer chase.

Since she can't catch up anymore, then, let's do it like this, so as not to delay her future, and live up to her previous heartbeat.

However, I don't know if it was because the lights were too ambiguous that night, or if Qing Wu was really drunk, or if he couldn't control himself, anyway, that night was a chaotic night.

They hug, kiss, go to bed...

Like a pair of real lovers, they used all their tenderness to possess each other, and they were not stingy at all.

That night, they didn't speak a word.

The next day he woke up on the cold bed, surrounded by only the still messy quilt, and that person had disappeared without a trace.

It's like it's never been there.

(End of this chapter)