In the next week, Chu Qiqi witnessed a series of methods of the imperial master. He did not show up in person, but instead teased the people of the world like cats and mice.

For a moment, everyone was in danger, burning, killing, looting and struggling, natural disasters and man-made disasters came one after another, and all the prosperity turned into scorched earth.

When the final winner was gently brushed into dust by the imperial master, he hugged "Chu Qiqi", who had never left for the past few days, back to the imperial palace.

He brought a chair for "Chu Qiqi" and let her sit down. He half-kneeled in front of her, and a sharp blade appeared in his hand.

“Qiqi,”

The emperor whispered, and the sharp blade in his hand inserted into his left chest without hesitation.

"Now there are only two of us in this world."

The imperial palace, which had lost its balance between day and night, was deserted and extremely empty, and his voice seemed illusory.

"I'll cut my heart out and show you how good it is."

The girl with her head hanging down on the chair did not speak. The emperor's hand inserted the sharp blade into and pulled it out, stirring around the heart.

However, under such pain, he still tried his best to maintain a peaceful and gentle smile on his face.

Finally, the heart was roughly grabbed out of half of his chest. The immortal body made him awake, and the heart was still beating faintly in his hand.

He gently held her hand and placed the heart in her palm: "Qiqi, you must put it away."

But after this sentence fell behind, the response to him was that his hand was unable to hold his heart tightly. The heart rolled on the ground like an abandoned object, and the emperor's eyes followed that trajectory.

"Hey..."

He sighed lightly and lowered his eyes.

"Do Qiqi want me anymore?"

His blood-stained fingertips curled up "Chu Qiqi"'s chin, and gently leaned over and kissed her still soft lips.

"But I still can't bear to hurt Qiqi?"

"I'll give Qiqi better toys, okay?"

When he said this, the hideous hole in his left chest was still dripping blood, but he could no longer feel it.

Chu Qiqi floated in the air and finally asked Yaoyao hoarsely: "This is the so-called bad luck? I know that I have no feelings for you."

"Do you want to try the emotions that the Emperor Master is carrying now?"

This question is in a unquestionable tone.

The next moment, the suffocating negative emotions pressed on her heart. She couldn't help but kneel down in the void, clenching her fingers tightly into a fist, but there was no pain.

Apart from those surging emotions, there was no pain or tears.

She was so uncomfortable that she was breathing heavily, but she couldn't relieve it.

Is that true?

Powerless, paranoid.

When she was about to collapse, a little bit of gentleness slowly swallowed these emotions. She seemed to have some awareness and looked at the imperial master.

He ignored the abandoned heart and picked up Chu Qiqi and stood on this floating island, allowing the floating island to fall apart from the corners. He allowed the time and space to turmoil. He was so gentle that he was not as gentle as the world.

"Be good, I'll accompany you."

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In the end, nothing was left in this time and space, as if I had returned to the chaotic century, from nothing to something, everything went smoothly, but there was no imperial teacher or Chu Qiqi.

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When Chu Qiqi opened her eyes again, she was in a trance.

"woke up?"

The clear and gentle voice came from her ears with a spring and a gentle voice. She was stunned and looked at the source of the sound, her eyes wet.

White clothes are as good as snow, as if they are a different world.

He walked in from the door against the light, holding a bowl of medicine in his hand, his eyes were pure light golden, as if there was a shadow of sentient beings, and it seemed that there was only one person who lived for a long time.
Chapter completed!