His Highness, Don’t Leave! I Will Lose Weight For You!

In front of her, Qin Che's hand.

The place where the sword pierced was his free hand.

While hurting her, he blocked all the injuries with his body.

The sharp blade opened his palm directly, and the blood was ticking away, but Qin Che didn't seem to feel the pain. He just held the blade firmly for fear of hurting Han Fei.

Han Fei said startledly: "Why..."

Where is the why?

But because, in his subconscious, protecting Han Fei has become his habit, even if it is controlled, it still remains the same.

Han Fei's tears fell, she stood up and drew out her sword that was stuck on the ground.

And Qin Che, after exhausting his last consciousness, said, "Han Fei...killed me..."

He was almost unable to control himself.

The sound of flutes and horns resounding in his ears are constantly inspiring the violence in his body. His body is not controlled at all, and the power in his body is constantly emerging, but this powerful force is not him at all. The original power, so he cannot control it.

Even just now, he almost killed the person he cherished in his heart.

Qin Che couldn't do it, and couldn't do anything that would hurt Han Fei halfway. He lost all his sanity with others in the end, so he would rather die than himself.

Han Fei shook her head and stepped back.

"No, no, I can't do it..."

Her hands holding the hilt of the sword were trembling.

Killed Qin Che?

She can't do it.

Just as Qin Che couldn't hurt her, she couldn't kill the person she loves with her own hands.

But in front of Qin Che, his eyes changed between black and red, and his sword hand was still moving forward. It seemed that he had not given up on wanting to hurt Han Fei, so he held the other one. Jianfeng's hand was cut deeper, and even Han Fei couldn't help but say: "Let go! Your hand will be useless!"

Continue to cut like this, half of his palm will be broken!

"kill me."

He still repeats this sentence.

Han Fei shouted: "You know I can't do it! I can't do it! I can't do it!"

"Child...I need you..."

Qin Che said these words almost weakly.

Han Fei was startled.

There seemed to be some kind of plea in his hideous face.

"He won't let you go... and children..."

Han Fei was already in tears.

She understood what Qin Che meant.

It is precisely because I understand how sad it is at this moment.

"Kill me... protect the children... take care of them..."

This is his last prayer.

But his hand couldn't stop it anymore, he let go, and the cold light of the sword's edge was stained with his blood.

He hung his hands, blood dripped to the ground, and the hand holding the sword also fell.

Han Fei slowly approached.

Qin Che smiled contentedly. He looked at Han Fei who was close at hand and said softly, "I'm sorry."

Han Fei raised the sword.

Qin Che closed his eyes.

He is quietly waiting for his own death, which may be his best belonging.

The chaotic voices in my ears slowly faded away.

At this moment, it seems that there are only two of them left in the world.

However, Qin Che couldn't wait for the pain for a long time. Just when he wanted to open his eyes in amazement, he found a shadow covered, and then his ears were covered.

He opened his eyes and saw Han Fei's enlarged face in front of him.

She covered his ears.

It was like shutting off those annoying voices.

Han Fei looked at him with a slight smile, opened her mouth, and said silently, "I can't do it."

I can't kill you.

I can't swing a knife at you.

I can't hurt you at all.

Just like you, want to protect the other person's mood is the same.

I can't hear anything in my ears.

And in his sight, she was the only one.

The restlessness of the body seems to be slowly calming down.

He no longer suppressed the riot in his body so hard, he seemed to be able to calm down again.

Han Fei had been watching his expression earnestly. When she saw more and more clarity in his eyes, she finally smiled, and the hands covering his ears pressed harder.

"Han Fei..."

"Let's live together."

"you……"

"Xiaoxiao and Ansheng still need dad, how do you want me to explain to them? We are indispensable, we can't be without one."

She said this sentence sonorously and directly reached the depths of Qin Che's soul.

More importantly, he didn't want to die, he also wanted to be by her side, and he wanted to see his children grow up with his own eyes. He didn't want to miss their every time, and he didn't want to be separated from Han Fei.

If he can live, he wants to live more than anyone else. They still need him, so how can he be willing to die.

If you can't hear the voice change and can't be controlled by He Bi, then Han Fei has already thought of a solution.

She was so happy that she almost shed tears, but just when she tightly covered Qin Che's ears.

He Bi, who stopped the flute in the distance, showed a faint smile, and behind this smile, there was endless mockery, as if mocking how stupid the actions of the pair were.

Afterwards, He Bi played the flute again without a hassle, and it was accompanied by an increasingly fierce horn sound. Under the cooperation of the two, the demon race who had been slow to act began to be tough again.

Before Han Fei had time to react, she saw Qin Che's eyes that had gradually become clearer became blood red again, even more red than before, and she almost couldn't see the tenderness she was familiar with.

When Han Fei didn't see it, Qin Che exhausted his last strength and slammed Han Fei away.

Han Fei fell to the ground in embarrassment, her palms were directly rubbed by the sand on the ground, but she didn't care to stand up, she saw Qin Che raising the sword, and this time, she heard him clearly. Got that sentence.

"Han Fei, goodbye."

next moment.

Han Fei's pupils shrank.

He watched Qin Che personally insert the sword into his chest.

Suddenly, blood spurted.

"No!!! Qin Che!!!"

Han Fei's voice reverberated in the empty valley, with a sense of speechless despair.

Qin Che fell, and the sword in his hand fell to the ground with a sound, splashing dust mixed with blood.

Han Fei got up desperately, trying to run over, trying to plug his **** wound.

But the more anxious she became, the more panic she became. She couldn't even stand up. Just as she got up, she felt severe pain in her ankle. It turned out that she twisted her ankle during the fall. It was time to use strength, and now the painful Han Fei's face was pale, but she continued to get up, fall, get up, and fall regardless.

Finally, when she came to Qin Che's side in embarrassment, his eyes were already half-closed.