Kuai Chuan is saving the mad villain every day

Chapter 737 The short-lived prince's white moonlight substitute 48
Seeing that he was approaching the altar, Qi Yan did not expect that he would encounter robbery again.

Ye Qinghuan played the requiem immediately.

However, there are too many opponents.

The horse was shot dead with an arrow, and they were surrounded and helpless.

Ye Qinghuan didn't know what was going on, her requiem gradually became useless.

She vomited blood again, and Qi Yan supported her.

At this time, a tall man wearing a mask, riding a horse, stopped in front of them.

The man smiled and said, "My lord, have you found that you can't play the requiem song?"

Ye Qinghuan didn't speak, just raised her eyes and stared at him coldly.

The man squinted his eyes, and his eyes swept over Qi Yan, bloodthirsty: "Your Highness, you don't know, but the Holy Maiden didn't want to reject you at the beginning."

Qi Yan's pupils narrowed slightly, and he subconsciously looked at Ye Qinghuan.

"But she can't help it. Your father coveted her and used your life to force her. She doesn't want you to die. She can only become a saint for you and for the sake of the world."

"Do you know how much she likes you, she likes you so much that she doesn't dare to disturb you, dare not tell you, she can only guard the ancient Buddha with the green lamp alone, and cannot leave the altar."

"Now that she has left the altar, do you know how much she will pay?"

Ye Qinghuan's face changed slightly: "Shut up, you're talking nonsense!"

Not only did the man stop, but he also said meaningfully: "Qi Yan, before the legal system of the saint is abolished, if the saint leaves the altar without authorization, she will die."

Qi Yan's eyes changed, and he looked sideways at Ye Qinghuan's pale face.

The voice was a little heavy: "Is it true?"

He always thought that she didn't like him, so she became a saint.

But if the reason is as the man said.

Then she became a saint just for him.

She left the altar now because of him...

"Your Highness, don't listen to his nonsense, it's nothing."

Ye Qinghuan tried hard to smile at him, "I want to be a saint myself, and I won't die even if I leave the altar."

"Then why are you vomiting blood?"

Ye Qinghuan's face turned pale: "...I just got sick from practicing kung fu."

"Haha." The man laughed loudly, "Qi Yan, she's lying to you, she doesn't want you to feel guilty, can't you see that?"

No matter how hard Ye Qinghuan tried to hold on, his face was still pale.

What the man said was true.

She cannot leave the altar.

But she still can't let go.

Even if she leaves the altar and only has one year to live, she still wants to see Qi Yan.

She wanted to be a princess, to be his woman.

She doesn't want to endure the pain of lovesickness anymore, she wants to live for herself once.

But in the end it was impossible.

Even if Qi Yan had her in his heart, she couldn't compare to the other woman in his heart.

Ye Qinghuan understood very well how to make Qi Yan feel guilty towards her and stay with her.

But she didn't.

If I can't live after all, why not fulfill him and that person?

But she didn't know how smart Qi Yan was, she had already guessed the truth from her expression.

Looking at her pale face, Qi Yan felt complicated emotions in his heart.

Ye Qinghuan glanced coldly at the man on horseback.

She picked up the sword on the ground, with murderous intent in her eyes.

"I won't let you hurt him."

The man sneered: "Qi Yan, are you just watching your woman fight for you?"

Qi Yan's thin lips were slightly pursed, and he looked at him with heavy eyes: "Qi Jue."

The man froze for a moment, then clenched his fists.

He didn't expect to be recognized so quickly.

(End of this chapter)