Chapter 2307 Love that Spans a Thousand Years (51)

The next second, he slowly raised his cold eyes and said, "Whether she is worthy or not is up to me, not you."

After the voice fell, the cold wind blew around, blowing up the snow on the ground and the corners of her wedding dress.

"Haha——" Feng Ling'er seemed to know that she didn't have much time left in the world of the living. She laughed a few times and said sarcastically, "Yes! It has nothing to do with me. But when I saw her painful expression, I suddenly felt that I was not so unwilling."

Luo Qingchen's cold eyes narrowed, and his icy eyes stared at Feng Ling'er.

She wanted to fight back, but the words were stuck in her throat, and she couldn't say a word.

Because she was right, she was in pain, the kind of pain that was almost desperate.

For curses, for resurrection, and for those matters of destiny masters, she might not fully understand.

But she knew that Mo Ye, who was standing in front of her and protecting her at this moment, was no longer a person.

But a ghost...a ghost who resurrected by borrowing his own body.

No, not now, but ten days ago.

"If she can live happily, I will have no regrets in this life." Mo Ye responded to Feng Ling'er, saying in an extremely cold tone: "At least I had her, and she had me."

"But you can't accompany her anymore, she can only spend the rest of her life alone!" Feng Ling'er laughed crazily, and her sharp voice resounded in the deserted streets, making people's hair stand on end.

"No - she will meet someone better." Mo Ye narrowed his eyes and said in a very firm tone: "Maybe it should be said that person already exists."

"Yes! That person exists." Luo Qingchen took a deep breath, held his hand as quickly as possible and said: "It's you!"

[Ding - Favorability plus ten, task completion 90%. 】

His hands were very cold, almost the kind of zero degree cold, without a single bit of temperature.

She suddenly remembered that day when he carried her back, she felt the coldness of his back. And under the bare peach tree, he suddenly withdrew his hand...

He couldn't let her touch him, because as long as she touched him, she would know that he was not a person but a ghost who had resurrected from the dead.

He wanted to accompany her, accompany her through the last ten days, that would be his most precious memory engraved in his heart.

"Qingchen..."

"Mo Ye, you are a big liar!" Luo Qingchen looked at him and couldn't help but trembled in his voice: "In fact, I never understood you, even if I have so much favorability, I still don't understand you."

Just like Luo Qingchen didn't understand Mo Ye a thousand years ago, even after a thousand years, she still didn't understand him.

Or maybe she didn't want to understand.

"Don't cry--" He raised his hand, touched her tear-stained cheek with heartache and said: "You can only cry for me, that person is not qualified--"

After the sound fell, he took out a black paper talisman from his arms and attacked in the direction of Feng Ling'er.

Feng Ling'er was obviously unwilling to leave like this, and she fought desperately with her teeth and claws.

In a flash, a Fengwu sword fell from the sky and split Feng Ling'er's body in half.

The ugly soul, which was made of countless rotten flesh, was separated from the body in an instant, and a deep sword mark was imprinted in the middle of the soul.

The corpse she had resurrected had already died, and its eyeballs had fallen out.

Even the blood that flowed out was black and had a disgusting stench...