"Tan'er, do you regret being with me?" Mo Liancheng suddenly asked in a soft voice.
She calmly lifted her small face, serious and earnest, "I have never had regrets, not in the past, not now, and definitely not in the future."
"Good girl…" He tenderly drew closer, bowing his head to gently kiss her forehead, "...the King is very pleased to hear this. Truly."
"It's my fault that you're in this situation, I'm sorry."
"I followed willingly."
"If there is a next life, Chengcheng, we must be together again, is that okay?"
"Yes…" The word had barely left Mo Liancheng's lips when he wrapped Qu Tan'er in his arms and spun upward towards the tree.
In that leap, cold lights dense as drizzling rain unexpectedly flew out from his body, silently and swiftly. Who would think to evade? Difficult!
"Ah… Pain!"
"Ow ow…" Screams suddenly erupted from all directions!
The first wave of guards in green clothes, all protecting their eyes, cried out in agony as they fell from the Winged Dragon.