stocking the prince to death

Chapter 630 I am lucky, I lost my life

Mo Qi's words mercilessly left a deep imprint on Si Bai's increasingly cold heart.

The three words "I'm sorry" easily shattered all the emotions between Mo Qi and Si Bai.

Si Bai was stunned for a moment, and then smiled with the corners of his lips indifferently, "Brother Huang, are you joking with Yan'er?"

Si Bai's usual tone of voice was mixed with a bit of trembling, with a bit of reliance on Mo Qi when he was Yan'er.

In one sentence, Mo Qi swallowed all the apologies in his mouth.

Her foggy eyes were lowered, and her long and slender eyelashes trembled slightly.

Ji Ruyue noticed Mo Qi's low mood, so he stepped forward and hugged Mo Qi into his arms.

"this is not your fault!"

Love is never right or wrong.

Falling in love is fate, being loved is luck.

if I get it I am lucky, but if not, it is fate.

Love is an illusory thing. No one knows what it is. Only when you have truly experienced this kind of love can you feel the mystery and beauty of love.

Si Bai just looked at the two people embracing each other.

His eyes are calmer than ever, but those who are familiar with him can see his depression and patience.

No matter how rough the heart lake was, that silver mask covered up a lot.

Si Bai smiled lowly, his eyes were bent, his white chin was slightly raised, and a pure aura like an exiled fairy lingered, "Brother Huang, you haven't answered Yan'er yet!"

His voice was playful, but Mo Qi could hear the bewilderment and uneasiness beyond his voice.

Everything seemed to go back to the time when she first met Mo Yan.

Such a person, stepping on the light, has a clean temperament.

It seems to be a god forgotten by God in the world, so clean that people dare not touch it.

It was a light-like person.

He walked step by step, and called out "Brother Huang" in a soft tone. At that moment, Mo Qi only felt that the sun was blooming.

The sunshine she had never longed for gradually invaded her heart in the form of a person.

but……

Sunshine is sunshine, lovers are lovers.

Sunshine can never be turned into white moonlight, nor can it be turned into cinnabar.

Mo Qi took a deep breath, and his voice was somewhat breathless, "I will hear everything today, Si Bai is Si Bai, Mo Yan is Mo Yan, the two have no relationship at all!"

She could regard Mo Yan as her favorite younger brother, but she would not regard Si Bai as her favorite companion.

Mo Qi's words made Si Bai freeze in place.

A lonely atmosphere lingered, and many gray mist seemed to condense in the void.

Depressed atmosphere!

"Brother Emperor," Si Bai rolled his eyes, "What are you talking about, Si Bai is Mo Yan, and Mo Yan is Si Bai, you..."

"enough!"

Mo Qi's expression turned cold, the tangled pain in her eyes dissipated in an instant, leaving only determination, "Si Bai, stop talking nonsense! Si Bai is Si Bai, and will never become Mo Yan! "

As if emphasizing something, she repeated: "Mo Yan will not become Si Bai, Mo Yan is a five-year-old sick and weak prince who lives under the prince's wings, and Si Bai is holding the Demon Cult. , the leader of the Demon Cult who holds the power of the Jianghu."

She paused every word: "So, Mo Yan is Mo Yan, and Si Bai is Si Bai! No one will mistake them!"

"Anyway, Si Bai, let go!"

Mo Qi closed her eyes, the embarrassment on her face completely faded, leaving only paleness...

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(End of this chapter)