Heavenly Lord With An Unreliable System

"Ah Hui, you are still so young. You will surely meet someone better than me in the future."

"No way."

"Ah Hui..."

Shen Hui's look suddenly became fierce, "Xie Mosheng, don't want to escape from me."

He took out his gun in a flash.

The muzzle of black hole is aimed at ye Xunan.

"Farewell, ye Xunan," Shen Huizhi's mouth gradually raised a cruel radian, "as long as you die, Mosheng will come back to me obediently."

The bullet came out of the chamber and roared past.

Shen Huizhi didn't expect that Xie Mosheng would fall to the ground at last.

That fool blocked the gun for ye Xunan.

His pupils shrank and he stumbled down the horse.

Eye catching is the dazzling red, blooming on the blue dress of a little blood flowers, demonic and desperate beauty.

Shen Huizhi trembles and reaches out his hand. He wants to touch Xie Mosheng's face, but he is knocked down by Ye Xunan.

Ye Xunan's eyes were red, and everything happened in an instant.

He didn't even have time to make a little reaction to see Xie Mosheng standing in front of him fall slowly.

Ye Xunan flurried to stop the wound, but the blood gushed more and more.

"Xie Mosheng, Xie Mosheng, don't die, don't die!" He is like a helpless little beast, can only roar throat, but can do nothing.

Xie Mosheng half propped his eyelids, raised his hand to touch ye Xunan's face, and pulled a smile from the corner of his mouth, "Xunan, don't cry. Sorry, I have to go first... "

"Xie Mosheng!"

The hand drooped feebly, and the man in his arms gradually lost his breath.

Ye xun'an sat still, feeling that his heart beat disappeared as well.

He looked at Shen Huizhi bitterly, his voice was very cold, "now you are satisfied."

Ye Xunan, holding Xie Mosheng's body, walks out of the crowd step by step.

He dug a cave on the graveyard of Ye's family and carefully put Xie Mosheng in.

Ye xun'an searched all over the mountains and fields, only to find a satisfactory stone. He carved "the tomb of my love Xie Mosheng" every stroke.

When the last stroke is completed, ye Xunan slowly evokes a bitter smile.

He put the tombstone aside and jumped into the cave, holding Xie Mosheng's cold body.

He was as good-looking as ever. He was a little pale, and he didn't look any different.

Ye xun'an gently stroked his eyebrows and eyes, and then stabbed the sharpened stone knife at his heart.

It hurts.

Ye Xunan thought, when Xie Mosheng died, was he in such pain.

He holds Xie Mosheng's hand, and his consciousness gradually blurs.

There are too many people on huangquan road. I'm afraid I can't find you. So, Xie Mosheng, you must walk slowly and wait for me.

We'll be together forever.

Life is not the same bed, death is the same acupoint.

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"Third Master, ye Xunan committed suicide."

Listening to the report, Shen Huizhi's hand trembled.

He suddenly felt very tired, "go down."

Shen Huizhi doesn't know why things have turned into what they are now.

He Lengleng ground stares at own hand, is this two hands, personally shot that killed Xie Mo Sheng's bullet.

He seemed to be able to smell the strong smell of blood, which made his stomach sour.

He killed Xie Mosheng.

Kill the person he most wanted to spend his life with.

Ye Xunan can still die with Xie Mosheng, but he has no face and no position to get close to Xie Mosheng.

He can't die. The war is not over.

Shen family needs him, Yanjing needs him, Xunyang also needs him.

But the rest of his life, every day, will be suffering.

There is no excuse for his sin.