Chapter 407

Listening to lingtianwang's words, Zhou ruo'an's eyes are colorful.

She looked up at Ling Tianwang without any action, but it didn't make people feel stunned, just because the light in her eyes was too dazzling, almost able to suppress the glory of the whole sky.

Ling Tianwang heaved with a sigh, touched her forehead, and finally lowered her head slightly.

The forehead of two people is opposite each other, gentle and familiar breath follows the area that two people skin contacts to pass to limbs quickly.

Zhou ruo'an's eyelashes constantly trembled, and finally slowly closed his eyes.

She raised her hand and tightly pulled Ling Tianwang's sleeve, like a child who finally found a home. Although she knew that she should relax, she did not control her words and deeds.

"As long as you are here, I can always be just me," Zhou ruo'an whispered.

Her voice is very weak, but there is no way to ignore the firmness in her words.

Ling Tianwang chuckled, and his eyes flashed over with a smile.

He didn't say anything, but his broad hand was more and more powerful, and he drew Zhou ruo'an into his arms.

Two people hugged each other, leaving no gap, in such an action, it seems that all the fear in my heart has been filled, the restless heart also unconsciously calmed down.

I don't know how long later, Zhou ruo'an moved and broke free from his arms.

"I thought you would be afraid of me," Zhou ruo'an said. "This kind of thing is too sensational, so there are always some people who don't know how to speak. If there is no Song Ci's accident, I'm afraid I have to hide it from you until the end. If you don't know it until the end, will you blame me?"

Although this is an impossible thing, Zhou ruo'an still wants to know the answer.

There was no perfunctory answer. After thinking for a long time, Ling Tianwang said solemnly, "I don't know."

He said crisp, but let Zhou ruo'an suddenly Leng in the same place, perhaps because of Ling Tianwang's usual performance, Zhou ruo'an never thought, do not know these words will be from Ling Tianwang's mouth, and in such a disapproval tone.

Looking at her unconscious stare big eyes, Ling Tianwang smile more exaggerated a few minutes.

He shook his head helplessly and asked in a soft voice, "are you so surprised to hear such an answer? But I really don't know. "

Said, Ling Tianwang gently turned around, the line of sight fell on the lake has been a layer of ice.

After the gorgeous summer, the lotus leaves have long become yellow and black, and now only the remains are still standing on the lake, which seems inexplicably desolate.

Ling Tianwang narrowed his eyes slightly, sorted his thoughts into sentences, and finally told Zhou ruo'an everything.

"It's already something that can't happen, so I don't think there's any need for him to think about it." Ling Tianwang said in a low voice.

Zhou ruo'an took a look at him and looked at the lake like him. He didn't know when to pick up some stones in his hand, but he threw them forward.

Under Zhou ruo'an's action, there was a slight sound of ice breaking, one after another, which sounded a little pleasant.

"What if I must want to know?" Until the palm of his hand was empty, Zhou ruo'an clapped his hands and quietly looked at Ling Tianwang, emphasizing.

Ling Tianwang's eyes crossed a bit helpless, but more is connivance.

He raised his hand and touched his forehead. After a long silence, he said, "maybe he is angry, but he still loves you."

"By that time, we must have been close to each other for a long time, and the emotion will always become more and more strong with the passage of time. Now that I am reluctant to give up, I will not have such an idea."

After listening to these words, Zhou ruo'an's eyelids kept shaking

she breathed in silently, hard pressed down her choking heart and sour nose.

"It's so easy to move the big stone in my heart," Zhou ruo'an told himself in his heart. "You should be happy. Why do you have such a sad face? It's just annoying out of thin air."

Not knowing what Zhou ruo'an was thinking, Ling Tianwang stood in the same place for a while and suddenly raised his hand to touch Zhou ruo'an's cheek.

"Sure enough," Ling Tianwang said in a low voice, feeling the cold on his fingers. He shook his head helplessly, "let's go back."

Zhou ruo'an looked at him and nodded obediently.

Song Ci thought that this incident was enough to break the relationship between Zhou ruo'an and Ling Tianwang, but he never thought that this incident would be exposed.

At this time, he is constantly recalling Ling Tianwang's ugly face, and he is happy in his heart.

Maybe if Zhou ruo'an was not Zhou ruo'an, he would not have come to this step from the third prince, Song Ci thought.Because of the thought in his heart, he kept sending strange laughter, which made the watchmen beside him feel at a loss and more alert to him.

The third prince, who was high above the throne, was left out in the cold. He could not accept it for a moment. The man thought in his heart that he would straighten his back.

Picture a turn, the lofty palace, those once loyal ministers are still forcing the emperor's initiative.

They constantly stressed the benefits of Ling Tianwang, showed their embarrassment and prayed for the emperor's initiative to surrender.

But they found that the emperor's heart is more tough than they imagined. They have said a lot of good words, and they don't know how many times they have repeated their pleading words, but the other side's expression still hasn't changed, just like they haven't heard anything.

Little by little, recalling Ling Tianwang's expression when he left and the guards outside, those people finally got a little impatient.

They watched the emperor coldly, restrained the pessimism shown in front of him, wantonly expressed their dissatisfaction, and finally developed into a threat.

"Your Majesty, why do you insist so much?" someone said, "Ling Tianwang has already conquered all the areas. Today's palace is just the last isolated island. What's more, the people who serve in the palace have already disappeared without a trace. You are used to this coquettish and licentious life. Have you ever thought about how to live without the people who serve you?"

"Work and rest, food and clothing, all of which require you to support yourself! Is that really possible? "