Seven Nights of Love: The Evil Emperor's Genius Poison Concubine

Chapter 251 You are more powerful than a god

"Chong-"

The sound of weapons exchange stopped quickly after her shout, and Murong Xue almost immediately ran in front of Baili Yuhuang, hurriedly checking to see if he was injured.

Sure enough, Sima Qingchen stabbed him in the side with a sword, but the blood melted into the black clothes and it was impossible to see it.

"What's the matter with you? You know you can't beat him, but you still beat him! Are you dying?"

Sima Qingchen is already a strong man at the sky rank, even if Ye Zhanli is the strongest at the earth rank, his chances of winning against his boss, Sima Qingchen, are not high.

This is where Murong Xue was most angry, although she didn't understand why she was so angry.

Baili Yuhuang held her hand, and all the anger in his chest dissipated in her cursing.

"you"

"What are you? Do you know that your poison is about to explode? If you try so hard, even the gods will not be able to save your life."

Murong Xue was furious when she saw him like this, her whole body was soaked, her face was covered with water, her body was as cold as ice, especially her hand, it was as stiff as something , Feeling the pulse didn't scare her to death.

This is clearly a sign that the cold poison is about to break out, and he dares to fight Sima Qingchen at this time.

The strong face each other, and even a small mistake can be fatal.

Murong Xue checked him up and down, Baili Yuhuang just kept looking at her face, even though his body was already icy cold, his heart was as warm as a scorching sun.

"Isn't there still you here? You are more powerful than gods."

"Shut up."

The more Murong Xue looked at his injuries, the more dignified the expression on his face. He had clearly experienced many battles. There were injuries from fighting with people, and more scars from fighting with monsters.

If it weren't for the black clothes he was wearing today, the injuries all over his body might not be able to hide at all.

Baili Yuhuang looked at her and really stopped talking.

But Sima Qingchen had already been pierced by the scene in front of him, his eyes were sore, the rain had completely wet his body, he had also received a sword from Baili Yuhuang, and the scarlet color had already dyed his white clothes red, But Murong Xue had only one other person in her eyes.

"why?"

Sima Qingchen murmured, the expression on his face was very painful and lonely, the cold breath of his whole body seemed to dissipate in an instant, his wet hair drooped on his body, his figure looked a little thin.

When Murong Xue heard his voice, she suddenly realized what she had done, her body froze, she didn't dare to turn around and look back, she didn't dare to look at the expression on Sima Qingchen's face that looked like she was about to cry .

He was right to like himself, nothing wrong at all.

But Murong Xue just couldn't help falling in love with him, unable to respond to his feelings.

In her heart, he is clearly a bosom friend!

"Little guy, let's go."

Compared with Sima Qingchen's loneliness, although Baili Yuhuang was injured more seriously, it was more like a victory.

He hugged Murong Xue's waist tightly, but Murong Xue broke free from his arms and took off the ice silk robe on his body.

Sima Qingchen stood there dumbfounded, letting the cold rain slap on his face, flow into his clothes, and into his heart.

"I'm sorry, Sima Qingchen, I can't accept you, but I still want to thank you, thank you for taking good care of me during this time, making me laugh, soothing my heart, picking my favorite lavender, chatting with me , blow the flute for me, it should be said that without you, there would be no Murong Xue now, really, thank you."

Murong Xue returned the robe to him, and bowed deeply to him, expressing her most sincere thanks.

Sima Qingchen took the clothes, but was even more sad because of Murong Xue's words and actions, the expression on his face seemed to want to redeem, but he didn't know how to speak.

When she looked up, Murong Xue saw the scarlet color on his body.

She suppressed her guilt and heartache, and told him.

"Remember to treat the wound well, I'm leaving."

Baili Yuhuang didn't want her to have more contact with Sima Qingchen, Murong Xue was embraced by him as soon as he turned around, and quickly left with his sword.

In an instant, the boy in white on the mountainside seemed to be the only one left in the sky and the earth. The thunder was rolling, the wind was blowing, but he couldn't stop his eyes from looking in the direction they left.

"Boom—"

Another thunderclap sounded.

No one heard Sima Qingchen's last sad words to persuade him to stay.

"Don't go."

　(Actually, Sima is more like a child. He just loves Murong Xue cleanly and purely. I feel so sorry for writing this, for this clean and gentle boy╥﹏╥)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)