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Until smelling the smell of blood, Qingqing let Chen Yue go, and while he didn't pay attention, he turned over and dismounted. Unexpectedly, Chen Yue reacted this time and grasped her ankle by mistake.

"Bang ~" because of Chen Yue's obstruction, Qingqing fell to the ground.

"Keke ~" Qingqing was choked by the dust and didn't dare to stay for a moment. Bearing the pain, Qingqing quickly stood up from the ground and ran to Chen Cong.

Chen Cong was also surprised. He came down from his horse and helped Qingqing, who almost fell down again: "be careful!"

There was a wound on his hand. Chen Cong took a breath of pain and subconsciously took back his hand.

"What's the matter?" Chen Cong grabs Qingqing's hand carefully. After examining it carefully, he finds that because he has just fallen off the horse's back and knocked a stone on the ground, several wounds ooze blood.

"Lord, what should we do now?" Chen Yue's close friend asked carefully.

Chen Yue looks at the Bi Ren in front of him and Chen Cong's distressed appearance. At this time, he forgets Chen Cong's threat and only hates Chen Cong in his heart.

A cruel smile rose from the corner of his mouth and said, "kill that woman for me."

The men under his command set up bows and arrows one after another, and Qi Qi shot in the direction of Qing Qing.

Chen Cong's people reacted quickly, holding a sword to block Chen Yue's attack, and Chen Cong naturally stood in front of Qingqing.

However, although there are many people on Chen Cong's side, there are always times when it is impossible to prevent them.

Suddenly, an arrow broke through the person in front of Chen Cong and rushed straight to him.

The instinct of the body is to turn around and block Chen Cong's face. The arrow goes through his heart.

Qingqing's action was very fast. Before Chen Cong could see Qingqing's action clearly, he saw Qingqing covering his chest and planting it on him.

Chen Cong holds Qingqing and sits on the ground. Looking at the arrow on Qingqing's chest, he is frozen all over. His shaking hand covers Qingqing's chest, trying to stop the outflow of blood.

"Lord, no No, I don't Qingqing spoke with difficulty.

But Chen Cong looked like he was stunned. He murmured, "you can't die, you can't die..."

"Ding, the strategic target's liking degree is + 10, and the current liking degree is 90."

Feeling that his consciousness was slowly disappearing, Qingqing stroked Chen Cong's face, trying to wake him up from his bewilderment, "Wang My Lord, my concubine To go, you can get rid of people you don't like. If I can, if I don't want to live in the cold imperial mausoleum in the future, you will bury me on the mountain to the south of Anjun palace. "

Chen Cong finally recovered, stroked Qingqing's hand and said, "you'll be fine. I'll take you to the doctor right now."

Qingqing couldn't hold on any longer. She slowly closed her eyes and left Chen Cong with one last sentence: "come on It's too late... " With that, there was no breath at all.

At this moment, time seems to be static, until after a while, Chen Cong tightly embraces Qingqing, as if this can slightly relieve the pain in his heart.

Two years ago, she married him. He only took her as a tool to revenge on her enemies. Today, two years later, when she died, his enemies would be in agony because of her death.

But it turns out

Chen Cong couldn't help screaming: "no!"

No, no, he would rather not take revenge later, even let him face the enemy respectfully, he would not want her to die.