I made the hero cry in quick time

But now my brother is gone.

Right in front of his eyes, as he watched him leave like that, there was nothing in the world that could bring him that kind of heart-piercing pain. Once his brother died, he didn't care about everything in the world anymore.

This little dragon is not only his brother's seed, but also a continuation of his blood.

This little thing is also his relative.

Zhao Xuanchen didn't feel any hostility towards him, but there was even greater sadness and disappointment in his heart. His elder brother secretly had a child with someone else behind his back. No wonder, no wonder he didn't react much when he mentioned Pei Zheng.

Is it a change of heart, or is it greedy to fall in love with another person?

At this time, it is meaningless to care about it any more.

Zhao Xuanchen stared at the little dragon, and the little dragon also stared at him, not afraid of his appearance at all. Zhao Xuanchen watched for a while, and suddenly burst into a loud laugh, with a bit of desolation, and without looking at the two of them, he turned and left with a flick of his sleeve.

Mo Yuan could hear the sadness of this man's laughter.

There was a moment of silence, and the raised hand dropped.

Looking at the people in the new grave again, he threw out another whip suddenly, and the long whip wrapped around Han Lie's body.Taking Xiaolong all the way back to Dragon Palace, the people in the palace saw that he brought back a corpse, he was an old acquaintance, and their faces turned pale with fright.

There was a lot of discussion in private, thinking that His Highness might have a mental problem.

Mo Yuan ignored the others, but took Han Lie back to the bedroom, and asked someone to bring clean clothes to change into. Seeing that the man was finally lying quietly on the bed, he would no longer think about running away, and would never make him angry again.

Mo Yuan smiled inexplicably.

Smiling and laughing, her face turned cold again, "You think you can escape from the palm of my hand if you die? Look, didn't this palace bring you back? I said, you ran to the ends of the earth, and I will catch you too..."

Mo Yuan murmured, suddenly feeling a chill on his face.

He froze for a moment, stroked his cheek, touched the wet liquid, and realized that he was actually crying.

"Why is Bengong crying..." Mo Yuan looked at the tears on his fingers, lost his mind, didn't this damn Zhao Qingfeng be captured by him, now that he is dead, he can't escape anymore, and won't disobey him everywhere, He should be happy.

No, not right.

Mo Yuan shook his head abruptly.

Back then when he arrested Zhao Qingfeng and came to Dragon Palace, he wanted revenge on him, but hated him for ruthlessly killing the boy who had saved him.

But now, Zhao Xuanchen is not dead, but alive and kicking.

Zhao Xuanchen is not dead, the hatred between them is naturally broken, and there is no way to talk about revenge. Why do you still refuse to let him go, don't want to let him go to the ground, and still want to imprison him by your side?

Me, what do I want?

This thought made Mo Yuan even more confused.

Xiaolong hadn't cried all this time, but when he saw Mo Yuan shed tears, he was also infected and flew to Han Lie's chest and burst into tears. Children can't stop crying, and this little dragon's crying is even more earth-shattering.

This wah-wah crying shocked the entire Dragon Palace.

Mo Yuan hurriedly picked up Xiao Qinglong, and said angrily, "Little bastard, don't cry, you will quarrel with your father."

Xiao Qinglong was crying happily.

As he said this, he cried even louder, "I want daddy, I want daddy, woo woo woo..."

Mo Yuan's ears hurt from the scream of the little ghost, so he picked up the little green dragon's tail and shook it backwards.

Staring at him with anger on his face, "Isn't your father here? Why are you crying? Your father will never run away again. He will always be with us. Isn't this bad? Don't cry anymore. I want to spank your ass for crying..."

"I want a living father, not a dead father!" Xiaolong shook his hands back and forth.

Baby roared.

Cried more miserably.

The milk baby's shout made Mo Yuan's whole body tremble, and his face turned pale.

He finally understood what was blocking his heart and making it difficult for him to breathe.

Why is this kid caught, he can never escape, why does he still feel unhappy, and feel so bored in his heart.

Because he died.

The body is still there, but what is dead is dead, no different from a stone.

He was killed by himself.

It must have been painful when he died.

I killed him myself, I don't know if he hated him when he died?Thinking that he would hate him, Mo Yuan felt chills in his heart, and even more flustered and frightened.

But this man is dead, and I can no longer answer him.

At this moment, he would rather have him alive, even if he hated him.

"I'm sorry..." Mo Yuan finally realized that he was the one who killed him.

He killed the baby's biological father.

Self-blame and grief welled up in his heart, Mo Yuan looked distressed, hugged Xiaolong again, finally comforted him gently, and apologized to him sadly, tears dripped down violently at this moment, blurring his eyes.

He caressed the little dragon's horn with his fingers, and kept murmuring, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

This was said to Zhao Qingfeng.

It was also said to Xiaolong.

Little Qinglong couldn't stop crying at first, but felt Mo Yuan's tears kept dripping on his body, almost drowning him, and forgot the sound of crying, raised his little head to look at Mo Yuan, "Auntie, you are so amazing, you are better than me!" Will I still cry?"

Mo Yuan smiled wryly, but couldn't laugh.

He simply threw himself on Han Lie, sobbing and sobbing.

He knew that this person was completely dead, and he would never be able to live again. The ice flame devoured his soul. If he hadn't been injured by the ice flame and just died normally, he would still have a way to bring him back from the dead. .

But now, even his soul was burned to death.

It means that this person has completely disappeared from the world. When he thinks of this, his heart feels as if it is being held tightly, making it difficult for him to breathe. He doesn't know how to relieve this feeling of blockage.

Only crying like this can make him feel better.

The movement here in the bedroom attracted a group of palace people to come to watch. Linglong, who was drinking heavily in the garden, came, and the Dragon King, who was working, was also alarmed. Seeing his son so devastated, he cried so sadly.

Shocked, he reprimanded severely.

But Mo Yuan couldn't listen to a word, instead he threw everyone out of the door and locked himself in the inner hall of the bedroom, so angry that the Dragon King was roaring and cursing outside, but he didn't even hear it.

Mo Yuan knew very well that what was lying on the bed was just an empty shell.

But he refused to bury him.

He insisted on putting him in the bedroom, sleeping next to him every night, and refusing to see anyone. After these few days, the Dragon King was worried that he might become mentally ill if he was locked in the room again, so he sent someone to invite Bai Xiao Come.

Let his friend persuade him.

Bai Xiao came to see him, and Mo Yuan finally opened the door.

Seeing Mo Yuan's appearance, Bai Xiao was taken aback. This Mo Yuan's distraught and distraught appearance, how can he have the high-spiritedness of the usual Dragon Prince?

It's like the woman whose husband died in the world.

His eyes were dull, his face was as white as paper, and his whole body was lifeless, without any vitality.

When he came, Bai Xiao had heard about it. He knew that Mr. Zhao was dead, and this friend might be a little sad, but he didn't expect him to be so sad, and he was shocked for a moment.

When he came up, he grabbed Mo Yuan's hand and felt his pulse.

He frowned and said, "Brother Mo Yuan, you have hurt your spirit for a long time, and you may hurt your body."

"You're here for a drink, right? Go find Alan and ask her to give you wine." Mo Yuan glanced at him, said something weakly, then turned back to the big bed, and lay down beside Han Lie.

Bai Xiao was dumbfounded.

Approaching him and glaring at him, "What are you doing? Look at your appearance now, do you look like a dragon prince? A dead man won't live? Mo Yuan, get up!"

As he spoke, he went to pull Mo Yuan.

Mo Yuan shook off his hand, turned over, and hugged Han Lie's waist.

Impatiently, "If you come to teach, you can go!"

Mo Yuan hugged the person on the bed, and kissed Han Lie's face several times. Only then did his dull eyes shine again. The corner of his mouth curled up into a charming smile, and he kissed Han Lie's face. on the lips.

Bai Xiao was dumbfounded.

This guy is too perverted, if he doesn't stop him, he's going to be crazy!

"Mo Yuan, are you crazy?" Bai Xiao rushed forward and said sharply. "He's dead! Dead!"

Bai Xiao grabbed Han Lie's hand, intending to wake Mo Yuan up by scolding him, but when he touched Han Lie's body, he froze for a moment. He couldn't believe it, and lifted up Han Lie's sleeve again, revealing A part of the arm was under the sleeve, and the fingers pressed against the skin.

Bai Xiao asked, "How long has he been dead?"

"Seven, seven or eight days, right?" Mo Yuan replied in a desperate manner.

"It's been seven or eight days, and your body hasn't stiffened or rotted, so you don't feel strange?" Bai Xiao asked, Mo Yuan was startled by these words, and suddenly looked at Bai Xiao, "You, what you said What's the meaning?"

"I don't mean anything." Bai Xiao snorted.

Instead, he pushed Mo Yuan away, pinched Han Lie's mouth to check, and pulled his collar to look around.

Mo Yuan's heart was beating wildly, but he didn't stop him, he just looked at him and said anxiously, "Bai Xiao, what do you mean?"

"It's nothing interesting." Bai Xiao frowned and pondered for a while, then glanced at him again, "If the seven souls and six souls were separated from the body, they should have been corrupted in seven or eight days, but he didn't. What's more, what's even more strange is..."

"What's so strange?" Mo Yuan grabbed him and asked eagerly.

"What's even more strange is that the body of the deceased who was slightly injured by Bingyan should have shrunk to a great extent. He shouldn't be in such a healthy state. When you brought him back, was his body skinny?" Bai Xiao asked slowly.

Mo Yuan looked at him blankly.

It took a long time before he nodded.

Yes, when he dug Han Lie from the grave.

He almost didn't recognize his appearance. The once handsome man was tortured by Bingyan to the shape of a man in a few months, so when he realized that he killed him and made him become like this.

Regret and guilt nearly killed him.

He was deeply immersed in sadness and self-blame every day.

He was in a trance these days, washing his face with tears, but never noticed the changes in Han Lie's body.

"I'm so stupid, I didn't even notice." Mo Yuan hammered his head hard, and was about to cry stupidly by himself, then turned his head and grabbed Bai Xiao and asked eagerly, "You're right, didn't I bring him back? Like this, what does this represent? What does it represent?"

Does it mean that he is not dead, but still alive?

He didn't dare to ask directly.

Just trying to get some hope from my friends.

Bai Xiao frowned and said, "I'm not sure if he can come back to life. After all, this is the first time I've encountered such a thing, but I can be sure that this kid's body is indeed different from others. His physical body seems to be growing again. You might as well be patient and wait a few more days..."

He didn't dare to be too absolute.

But for Mo Yuan, a glimmer of hope is all hope.

For a moment, his face was ecstatic, and his eyes lit up.