Chapter 947 Ghost Marriage Bride: Substitute Sacrifice (25)

When the witch said the last four words, his eyes fell on Murong Ming.

Luo Qingchen didn't know what she saw, or maybe she saw nothing, but she felt the long-standing breath on them.

Like the fate between the collision of fate, the ancient and mysterious chapter slowly opened.

The witch didn't say much, but took the somewhat distracted Su Luoluo back to the room.

Luo Qingchen glanced at Murong Ming beside him, turned to Murong Hanxuan and said: "Then I won't disturb the emperor to rest, and I'll take my leave first."

She said that it was not easy for her to talk to Murong Hanxuan so rationally.

To be honest, if possible, she wanted to take out the Nine-section Moon Whip in a minute and send him to heaven without explanation!

Little did she know--

"Master Si Yue, can you please have a word with me?" Murong Hanxuan raised his eyebrows slightly, with a faint light in his eyes.

She had seen this kind of look before, and at that time, Murong Hanxuan looked at no one else with such a look, but Su Luoluo.

How much the original owner envied such a look at that time, she must have never thought that there would be such a day,

Murong Hanxuan would look at her with the same look, although not her, but she was once her.

Murong Ming's eyes were still lazy, his face was calm, but his fingertips rubbed unconsciously.

He had this habit since he was a child, and he was already unhappy in his heart, so he habitually tapped the table with his fingertips.

If there was no place to tap, he would habitually rub his fingers.

"Okay." She raised her eyebrows and nodded gently.

First of all, this is the palace after all, and it is not easy to refuse what the emperor said in person, and secondly, she wants to know what tricks this man wants to play.

In the imperial study.

At this moment, there are only Luo Qingchen and Murong Hanxuan in the entire imperial study.

The air is filled with a faint scent of sandalwood, in this closed study.

The candlelight was bright, he looked into her eyes and whispered: "Master Si Yue, I always feel that we have met before?"

He always felt that the woman in front of him gave him such a familiar feeling, as if they had been together before.

Luo Qingchen raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sneer appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Of course we have met before."

In his memory, the original owner had loved him a lot. Although she was arrogant and clingy, she had never lost to anyone in the name of love.

But in the end, no one loved her. And the person she gave all her love to wanted her to die.

"I have met..." Murong Hanxuan frowned, and his heart trembled suddenly.

The next second, her eyebrows moved slightly, and she took off the white silk directly. She looked at him with a pair of cold eyes and continued: "Brother Emperor, how could you forget me?"

"Boom--" Thunder roared outside the window, and the fiery red light not only lit up a night sky in an instant, but also shone on her white cheeks.

"Ah--" Murong Hanxuan exclaimed and staggered back a step. Her lips trembled uncontrollably as she said, "You...you...Luo...Luo Qingchen...how could you..."

"Why am I here?" She stood with her hands behind her back, her eyes cold as she walked towards Murong Hanxuan step by step and said, "Yes! I shouldn't be here. I should be in that imperial mausoleum that is like hell, becoming a fierce ghost and never being able to reincarnate, right?"

At this moment, behind her, it seemed as if a raging fire of hell was burning, devouring her bit by bit.

The Netherworld Ring on her left hand glowed with a dim blue light, announcing her inner resentment.