Chapter 859 (1/2)

Before Zhao Yu took Liang Po to Beijing, they were ordinary children who were fighting together in Qingyi lane of Wancheng city. They would steal the delicious fruit from Uncle Li's yard without telling their parents. They would also chase the old hen of a Hua's family to run all over the street one day just before dawn, trying to accomplish what Zhao Yu said was called ”Huaji”.

Zhao Yu had a mature soul in his mind when he was a child. Therefore, his speech and behavior naturally took on a mature style. In the eyes of other children in Qingyi lane, this move became affectation and superior. Therefore, there was no less conflict between the two sides. The small one was fighting, and the other was fighting.

But whether it's stealing fruit or fighting, Liang Po, who is tall and tall, always appears in the place where Zhao Yu needs most. Liang Po doesn't like to talk and can't express his feelings. But for Zhao Yu, he can always appear where he needs him most.

But that was only for Zhao Yu, and this time, he came late.

When Liang Po asked in the middle of the Yin Ruins, everyone, including Guan Zhengqing, who was standing there, fell into silence. In the frozen altar, under the light of the stone statue tower, holding the girl's Pearl with snow smoke and cold body, her eyes began to pour out tears unconsciously.

Liang Chuanqiang beat forcefully, and the pain from his heart became more and more intense. This kind of pain, for example, when the ghost dragon's gun was pierced in his heart, would still hurt countless times. Then Liang Po seemed to feel something in his heart. He slowly turned around and looked at the frozen altar covered by countless runes behind him. He was silent.

From the altar, the girl's cry became louder and louder. Even though the Pearl had tried to cover her mouth and control her cry, there was still a choking sound coming into Liang Po's ear. These sobbing and crying sounds were like magic claws from hell, holding Liang Po's heart and sinking into the abyss of despair.

”Please help me to see if she still has pulse and breath, even if it is only a little bit.”

This is Liang Po's first words. His voice is still full of magnetism, but there is a trace of shaking. Then, the shopkeeper standing in front of the Pearl turns around and squats down beside Xueyan. He reaches out his right finger and gently presses Xueyan's neck.

The feedback from his fingers was only cold and dead. There was no temperature, no beating, and even the pressed skin was deeply sunken and no longer rebounded. Then, shopkeeper Fang sighed slightly. With this sigh, Liang Po's body, which had the most extreme defense in the world, could not help shaking.

”This adult, Xueyan girl's body is dead.”

After shopkeeper Fang's hoarse voice dropped, Liang Po raised his hand and touched his bald head. His eyes were a little confused, but he was at a loss for a moment. Then, the pain burst out from his heart, which made him a trance.

At this moment, Liang Po experienced countless kinds of human feelings that had never been seen before. It seemed that he turned the bitterness of separation and lust into a cup of turbid wine and drank it up. Finally, he turned into a soft voice:

”let her have a good sleep.”

Liang Po's words were very gentle, as if he were afraid to disturb a sleeping man. Then he turned slowly and looked at Guan Zhengqing and the goddess of the ice field in front of him. In this moment, Liang Po's words kept ringing in his mind. Before leaving, Liang Po opened his lips and murmured in a low voice: