Evil Phoenix

Chapter 575 Freezing, weaving a dream

Under Bai Luoge's puzzled eyes, Ling Liche took the lead to leave the room full of great pressure.

In his hand, he tightly shook the letter sent by Xuan'er.

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Inside the Mercedes-Benz carriage, it was so quiet that one could clearly hear a needle drop to the ground.

If it weren't for the shallow breathing sound slightly ringing in his ears, Bai Luoge would have thought that he was sitting on a horse-drawn carriage bound for heaven, and the rapidly changing airflow around him was the sound of flowing clouds and clouds brushing against the car body .

Looking at Ling Liche who hadn't spoken since he left the door, he was lying comfortably on the soft couch in the carriage with his eyes closed, his exquisite and outstanding face regained its original gentleness and elegance under the softness of silence. Ling Liche's refined elegance was lightly covered by his jet-black brocade clothes.

The handsome and flawless face is still perfect, but the current him is a little more masculine and domineering, and a little less gentle and gentle.

Bai Luoge wanted to stab the silver needle into his throat several times, but he was worried about the blood bodhi that he had taken into the Holy Son's foreign land, so he finally endured it.

Glancing at the direction in which the carriage was constantly being driven, Bai Luoge had no idea what Ling Liche wanted to do.

It seemed that he was deliberately tormenting Bai Luoge, and Ling Liche had no intention of answering her questions.

Or maybe, he wasn't sure at all, but he urgently needed to find a sufficient reason to tie Bai Luoge to his side, so he didn't hesitate to use the blood bodhi to make a big gamble.

For some reason, sitting in the carriage at this moment, Ling Liche didn't do anything to make her uncomfortable, and didn't even say a word, but Bai Luoge felt more and more uneasy.

The uneasiness that faintly permeated his chest seemed to be contagious, and instantly spread all over his limbs and bones, rushing straight into his mind.

Taking a deep breath, Bai Luoge adjusted his gaze to a direction where Ling Liche could not be seen, stretched out his hand to lift the curtain of the carriage, and looked outside.

The scene of sharing a ride with Ling Liche will always remind her of the day she married Ling Liche.

That day the sedan chair was in a hurry, the red brocade was wet with tears, and the red makeup was like spinning for ten miles, weaving a beautiful dream.

The best memories of Bai Luoge's life seemed to be frozen in that moment.

Bai Yan stood at the gate of the General's Mansion, refusing to leave for a long time, while Ling Liche stood guarding the gate with a tall horse, threatening that he would never leave Qing for the rest of his life.

Time has passed, and the man she loves the most shoots an arrow into her father's heart, and personally shatters the dream she wove.

Since then, the world has been everywhere, and there is no one to return to.

It wasn't until she had Xuan'er, that naughty but caring child, that her life came alive from the dead silence.

Thinking of Xuan'er, in Bai Luoge's indifferent eyes, the clear and cold light gradually sank, and he looked indifferently at Ling Liche, whose eyes were still closed.

The man in front of him dragged her from heaven to hell with his own hands, but when she was desperate, he gave her the family she had longed for for two lifetimes.

After all, Bai Luoge didn't know how he felt about Ling Liche.

Aiji, it seems that from the moment he appeared in front of his eyes, he was attracted by the bright sunshine and Juechen on his body until he completely fell into it.

He hated him so much that he personally saw the arrow he let go penetrate Bai Yan's chest, and heard that his lips overflowed with unforgivable killing, and disappeared from his eyes with another woman until he fell down the cliff of Wangchuan.

But now, all the turmoil has disappeared, and everything seems to be missing.

Especially whenever he saw Xuan'er and Ling Liche's little faces carved out of the same mold, Bai Luoge would feel suffocated in his heart.

(End of this chapter)