Lan Ling closed his eyes, tears finally fell.

The executioner stepped forward. Lan Ling thought about the memory of her previous life before the execution. The executioner tore her clothes apart. Will it be the same this time?

The executioner picked up the bottle, poured the wine on the dagger, and hurried forward.

Lan Ling's body trembled slightly. She didn't look at Ling Chen, but looked at Wen Heng behind Ling Chen.

You won't hurt him, will you? Will you treat him well? But it doesn't matter anymore, this ending is not what Lan Ling wanted.

Just like someone said, if you love others so much, why not love yourself first?

"Lan Ling, what else do you want to tell me?" Ling Chen asked suddenly.

The hangman's outstretched hand retracted again.

The sound of Xueluo could be heard quietly around.

She was stunned, looking at Ling Chen: "No, there is nothing to say."

"So, you really deserve to die, right?" Ling Chen asked again.

"I should know if I am the damned emperor. That's good, so as not to hurt others." Lan Ling's eyes became more and more loose, and the blood in his lower body kept ticking.

Approaching, Ling Chen saw that the blue cloak on the bottom of Lan Ling's feet had been stained with blood.

He reached into the cloak and wiped it with blood.

Ling Chen's face was stern, and he glanced at Yang Shu coldly.

When he left last night, he told Yang Shu to find her an imperial doctor.

Yang Shu knelt down and said, "The emperor, the slave has found the imperial doctor." He went to the imperial doctor, but he did not enter the cell with the imperial doctor. Didn't the imperial doctor go?

A layer of sweat oozes from the poplar's forehead.

Ling Chen waved his hand, and Yang Shu fell out of thin air, lying on the ground for a long time and couldn't get up.

There was a commotion from the crowd, Ling Chen stared at Lan Ling, and Lan Ling looked at him.

Wen Heng walked over and put a fragrant cloak on Ling Chen.

Wen Gen and Ling Chen stood together like a pair of biren. It turned out that Wen Heng was the one who could share the prosperity with him.

Lan Ling stared at Ling Chen and said: "You have always known that I hate Wen Heng. Today, you specially brought her to see how I look like now. Are you venting her breath?" Lan Ling smiled in a daze.

Ling Chen didn't speak, he just stared at her. Why did the anger in his heart slip away from the bottom of his heart when looking at her who was now pale? Seeing that she was about to faint, he looked at her hands, her feet, and touched her body without any temperature.

"The emperor, the time has come!" Wang Bin whispered behind the emperor.

The surroundings are quiet as if no one else exists. This is weird.

"Lan Ling, you never seem to beg me for yourself, why?" Ling Chen asked.

When Lan Ling heard his voice from far away and nearer, her eyes were dizzy.

"If you want to give it, I don't need to ask." Lan Ling's voice became ethereal.

There was a tear that had not slipped from the corner of her eye, stubborn and lonely, Ling Chen wanted to reach out and wipe it for her several times.

"Lan Ling, what else do you wish me to help you complete?" Ling Chen took two steps forward and almost reached Lan Ling's side.

Wen Heng bit this lip tightly, and she stretched out her hand to hold his clothes, trying to pull him back. He shook his sleeves and stood motionless beside Lan Ling.

Last night he was furious, but today he is calm as water. Lan Ling looked at him and wanted to know what he was thinking.

Seeing him leaning forward slightly, Lan Ling couldn't help but touch his face with his hand.

He froze.

"The dying person doesn't have any wishes for the emperor to complete. Oh no, the emperor asks, Lan Ling really has a request. Ling Chen, hug me again, it's so cold." Lan Ling looked at him.

Ling Chen looked at her indifferently.

She shrank herself as much as possible, waiting for him to hug her. She wanted to feel his temperature for the last time, she was greedy for the warm feeling of being wrapped.

Ling Chen looked at her eyes without moving.

Lan Ling smiled, "Forget it then."

Ling Chen's face became darker and darker.

"Ling Chen, you go, don't be here, since you have made a decision, don't be like this." Lan Ling whispered.

There was a loud noise from the crowd.

"Protect the emperor!" Gu Fan's voice came from his ears.

Countless black masked men fell in.

Standing in front was Ling Feng. He waved the Silver Frost Sword in his hand and rushed to Ling Chen directly.

Gu Fan and Zhang Yang guarded Ling Chen around.

Lan Ling looked at the front, the blood in his lower body kept flowing, as if to hollow her out. She looked at Ling Chen's frowning face, and colorful flowers appeared in front of her eyes. She wanted to reach out and touch it, but her hand was tied and couldn't move. Ling Chen's face is getting blurred...

She finally sighed and dropped her hand...

Ling Chen heard that Lan Ling's last wish was to hold her by himself, he was startled, he did not dare to hold her. Hugged, and never wanted to let go.

He hesitated, watching Lan Ling's head resting on the thick wooden pillar, with a smile on his face, closing his eyes, and dropping his hands weakly.

Ling Chen stretched out her hand to hug her, she did not respond to him, her hands were still drooping.

He held her hand, cold.

"Lan Ling, I will satisfy you and satisfy your wish," he said anxiously.

She fell into his arms, there was no warmth on her body.

There were clanking fighting sounds in his ears, and Han Zhitao stretched out his hand and tried it under Lan Ling's breath, "The emperor, she is dead!"

Ling Chen paused, holding her pulse with his hand, the pulse was broken.

"Impossible! Lan Ling, I haven't killed you yet, you can't die! I'm going to gouge your heart and look at your heart that betrayed me! How could you die like this! Your last wish, I will return How could you die without satisfying you!"

Lan Ling's eyes were closed tightly, and the teardrops on his eyelashes were still hanging there

Ling Chen's mental image was torn into pieces. He snapped the rope that bound her with a palm.

Her eyes fell on her blood-stained feet and opened the skirt. The bottom of the skirt was soaked in blood and crusted, and the shackles penetrated her ankles, still bleeding at this time.

He was surprised when he saw the shackles on her feet last night, but because of his anger, he did not remove them for her. He wanted to imprison her forever. He didn't expect her to be injured like this.

Ling Chen's eyes were blood red, his face was pale, and he looked back and forth at the woman holding it in his palm inconceivably.

The crowd leaped into a black steed in the air, and immediately rushed in like a silver-robed man with a black blunt sword in his hand, wherever he went, it was like no one's land.

Soldiers and guards from the field surrounded them, and the crowd fled out yelling.

Seeing Lan Ling silently, Ling Feng shouted: "Ling'er!" He rushed towards Ling Chen like crazy.

Ling Chen put Lan Ling on the table, pulled out the Canglong sword on his waist, and turned to protect Lan Ling. Ling Feng hit Ling Chen's back with a palm, and Ling Chen vomited out blood.

Ling Feng held Lan Ling, "Ling'er, you are so stupid!"

There are densely packed archers around.

The silver-robed man raised the blunt sword in his hand and slashed towards Ling Feng's front door. As Ling Feng dodged, Lan Ling was held in his arms by the man.

King Rui and Han Zhitao surrounded Ling Feng in an instant.

Ling Chen reached out and said to the silver-robed man: "Jingyun, give her to me!"

Huo Jingyun looked at Ling Chen coldly: "The emperor, she is dead, what else do you have to do!" He put Lan Ling in Lixia's arms, and stretched out his hand to give Lan Ling a breath of anger from his back. .

He asked Lixia as he sighed, "Her master said that she has two big money back pills, which can save her life, what about big money back pills?"