Uncle, this palace is not going to sleep tonight

Chapter 350

Her domineering declaration made Mo Liushang's bloodless lips burst into a chuckle. He was very open about life and death.Qingyu cared about him, she didn't allow him to die, but since ancient times, no one has died, even he is not spared.

"Qingyu, I really want to obey your orders, but I can't lie to you, I never lie to anyone."

"Then, you just lie to me once, just once, even if you lie to me, I don't want to see you like this!" Chu Qingyu was sobbing, threw herself into his arms, and cried loudly.

Gently stroking her back, Mo Liushang let her cling to his chest, tears wet his skirt and printed on his heart.Gathering and parting are predestined things, he can face it calmly, but whispering...

"I really want to lie to you, but I can't bear to tell you any lies, whisper, I have to tell you, I'm dying."

The indifferent tone, the steady tone... But he spoke the words about his own life and death!
Chu Qingyu raised her head suddenly, her tear-stained pretty face was full of anger, and growled in displeasure: "No! You won't die, you are not sick or injured, how could you die!"

"Qingyu, calm down, listen to me..." He hugged Chu Qingyu's slender waist, and with great effort placed her beside him, leaning on him, and then said softly: "You are now the royal family of the Chu family." The patriarch of the family, I should tell you many things. The Mo family has a mysterious bloodline, and those who inherit this bloodline must swear allegiance to the royal family and protect the Great Zhou. This mysterious bloodline is to peep into the heavens. There will be a person like this in a few generations. After my little uncle Mo Zhiqing died, I was born, and I also have this magical ability. But whispering, peeking at the way of heaven, predicting the future, calculating the past and the present... This is against common sense, so people who get this kind of ability will reduce their longevity. The stronger the ability, the earlier they die. My little uncle passed away when he was 30 years old. One day before he died, he suddenly fell into a coma, In the following time, his body became weaker and weaker, and he began to vomit blood, and he died without illness in less than half a year."

"So, so..." It was clearly not cold, but Chu Qingyu's whole body was trembling, clutching his shirt tightly, and crying: "So, you will be like your uncle, weak and vomiting blood... Then , and die?"

"Yes, I will too." Mo Liushang smiled softly, not caring about his life or death at all.Since he knew this, he has been waiting for death every day. Since it is an unchangeable fate, why should it be sad?At least, he is luckier than his little uncle. In his life without any ups and downs, he has more Chu Qingyu, more pity and love, and he is already satisfied.

(End of this chapter)