1909. The genius, the decisive battle!

Chu Yun's words echoed endlessly in this world.

The world is very big and there are many people.

But in Mu Guyan's ears, Chu Yun's words were so clear.

She stood there for a long time, listening to Chu Yun’s story, but never answered a word from beginning to end.

After the words fell, Chu Yun suddenly raised his head, and the faint smile on his face dissipated. His eyes looked directly at the beauty ahead. The deep and distant words seemed to echo from the depths of the eternal prehistoric world.

"Guyan, I asked you the last time."

"You can say that you gave up the throne for me and left with me?"

Chu Yun's words were burning, his eyes were deep and distant.

Hearing Chu Yunzhi's words, Mu Guyan was stunned immediately, her delicate body trembling slightly.

She was silent, her pretty face lowered gently, and her beautiful eyes were filled with a heartbreaking blush. But she had not answered for a long time.

Seeing this, Chu Yun immediately laughed at himself: "Okay, I understand."

After saying that, Chu Yun did not stop anymore and then turned around and left.

The moment Chu Yun turned around, Mu Guyan felt that his heart was about to be broken.

It seems that as soon as Chu Yun leaves today, he will leave forever.

"Chu Yun~"

"I'm sorry, I really can't..."

Mu Guyan could no longer hold it back and grabbed Chu Yun's clothes. Her beautiful eyes were red but almost tearful. She kept shaking her head at Chu Yun. Her words were full of sadness and apologies.

Chu Yun did not look back, but still turned his back to her and Mu Guyan. His red lips opened lightly, and his faint words immediately rang out.

"Guyan, do you remember the poem I wrote for you last time when you and I went shopping?"

"The east wind blooms thousands of flowers at night. It blows down even more, and the stars are like rain."

"There are fragrances on the roads of BMW carvings. The sound of the phoenix flute moves, the light of the jade pot turns, and the fish and dragon dance overnight."

Chu Yun chanted softly, like a pair of whispers between lovers.

As Chu Yun chanted, a beautiful scroll slowly unfolded.

But the woman in the painting had already shed tears.

The scenes of the past were playing in front of Mu Guyan like an old projector. The wind, the moon, and the boys were still vivid in their minds.

It seemed as if everything happened yesterday.

But now, nothing can be returned.

Mu Guyan's delicate body trembled gently, and her pretty face was covered with tears.

But the boy in her hand was still slowly chanting. He turned his back to her. From beginning to end, Chu Yun did not look at Mu Guyan again.

In this world, only the beautiful poems of the young man are flowing like clear water.

"The moths and snow willows are golden, and the smiles are filled with fragrance."

"He is searching for him thousands of times in the crowd.

Looking back suddenly, the man is...

The lights are dim.”

The last whisper was like the end of the song and the people parted.

Chu Yun did not stop anymore. When he brushed his sleeves, he threw away Mu Guyan's white white wrists and immediately stepped away. All that left Mu Guyan was the cold and ruthless back.

Both of them knew very well that this might be the last time they met alone.

Tomorrow, Qin Palace and Jianxian Palace will face each other with swords and swords!

In order to pursue their own pursuit, they finally got to this point.

Among the crowd, the young man walked alone in the crowd. His thin back seemed to be like the soldiers who had entered thousands of troops alone. This time he would never return.

Behind him, there was a beautiful woman who was still crying.

From the moment Mu Guyan decided to ascend the throne, she knew that she would lose a lot of things. She was mentally prepared, but when this moment came, she was still so heartbreaking.

"Chu Yun, I'm sorry, we can't let you win the battle tomorrow."

"But I will let you survive. I will not let Gong Ming take your life."

I don’t know how long it took, but Mu Guyan’s tears stopped and her whole mood slowly calmed down.

The palace master of the Jianxian Palace has once again returned to his cold and graceful appearance.

No one knows which one looks the true face of the Lord of the Qin Palace.

Maybe she doesn't know even herself?

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Imperial Palace, Dongxian Palace.

This is the residence of the third prince Xinghe. Now Xinghe, after learning that Wengong surrendered without fighting and let Qingong lie down and enter the final, his whole face became completely gloomy.

"Is this Ronghua so confused?"

"This boy from Qingong killed his son. Not only did he not take revenge, he even sent him to the finals."

"Is this an idiot?"

Xinghe was angry.

Originally, if Wengong entered the finals, although the winning rate was very low, he could still fight against the huge consumption of Sword Immortal Palace.
Chapter completed!