With red eyes, she begged Chen Ao to the side: “Uncle Chen, do you think of a way to save her?”
“She is so young, she is so beautiful, and her life has just begun. How could she just die like this~”
The kind-hearted He Yurou said while she was talking, tears slipped from her pretty face unconsciously.
However, the whole Jiangdong was helpless, and Mr. Chu couldn’t help it. Chen Ao, what could he do?
Therefore, Chen Ao just shook his head and sighed in the face of He Yurou’s pitiful plea.
In the old eyes, there was powerlessness and intolerance.
“It’s useless.”
“In the entire Jiangdong area, except for Mr. Chu, it is estimated that no one can compete with Wangyue River.”
Chen Ao sighed in a low voice.
However, what he didn’t say was that even if Mr. Chu came, Chen Ao and the others did not have much confidence that Mr. Chu could defeat Wangyuehe.
After all, through the confrontation just now, Chen Ao and others clearly realized that Mochizuki River is now several times stronger than Wu Herong before.
He Yurou heard this and immediately turned around, as if looking for Mr. Chu’s figure.
“Mr. Chu, are you really not coming?”
“Are you really going to be a tortoise with a shrunken head, ignoring the life and death of your woman?”
He Yurou’s beautiful eyes were red, and in her heart, she became more and more disappointed with the man named Mr. Chu.
As the daughter of He Lanshan, He Yurou has certainly heard of Jiang Dongchu’s name.
Before that, she thought that she would be able to dominate Jiangdong in just half a year, and let her father send Jiangdong Zunjiu.
Such a character must be a great hero upright.
But now it seems that she was wrong.
She made a big mistake.
What big hero?
Just a coward.
After today, the so-called Mr. Chu is probably completely reduced to a joke.
When everyone felt sorry for Xu Lei, in the middle of the lake, Mochizuki had a hand knife.
But it has already fallen.
The fierce attack caused bursts of harsh air.
No one doubts that Mochizuki River’s shot down, the flower-like girl on the boat will be completely wiped out.
However, before life and death, Xu Lei did not show any fear.
She has a stunning and pale face, always looking into the distance.
There, the Tianhe is vast and the sky is falling snow.
How she hopes, at the last moment in her life, she can see her brother Xiao Fan again.
Parents died early, and loved ones were ruthless.
For Xu Lei, Ye Fan is all her life.
She died on behalf of Qiu Mucheng, and she did not regret it.
She knew that her brother Xiao Fan loved her wife deeply.
Her death can be exchanged for his happiness, she is content.
However, before dying, Xu Lei’s only regret was not being able to hand over the citrus that she had planted for him.
“Brother Xiaofan, goodbye~”
“If there is an afterlife, Leier just wants to be you, the real wife.”
With tears in the years, he turned quietly.
Xu Lei, who was at the time of Fanghua, was here, dying.
She glanced at the world behind her for the last time, then closed her eyes and waited for the death sickle to be swung down.
However, no one could see that Xu Lei was holding the citrus that she had planted for him from beginning to end.
Until death, never let go.
In the wind and snow, a few strands of crystals slowly slipped from her cheeks.
In the air, it broke into beads and strung into threads.
In the end, he fell helplessly in the lake.
Swing, ripples!
After all, she still couldn’t wait for the boy.
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