Douluo: My Sharingan is not serious - Chapter 952

“alright.”

Xue Qinghe’s eyes still stayed on the bloody sunset on the horizon, and the afterglow shone on his face, reflecting a somewhat complicated expression.

I don’t want to get too entangled with Ye Qiu anymore.

The words unconsciously took on a bit of yin and yang aura.

“You’d better go and see your Xue Ke quickly. With her current condition, she must be in need of you by her side.”

“Okay, but you will also be mine.”

The corners of Ye Qiu’s mouth raised slightly, indicating that he was determined to win.

He shrugged, as if he didn’t care about Xue Qinghe’s attitude, and then made a bold move and raised his hand directly.

He slapped Qian Renxue on the butt with a “pop” sound.

This muffled sound was particularly abrupt in the silent atmosphere, and a burning sense of shame instantly hit Qian Renxue’s heart.

The man’s face suddenly turned red.

His eyes were full of anger.

Qian Renxue was so angry that she gritted her teeth.

“you!”

However, before Qian Renxue could say the next words out of her mouth, Ye Qiu turned around as if nothing had happened and walked towards Emperor Xue Ye’s palace alone.

“Asshole!”

Qian Renxue couldn’t help but scream, and covered the soft flesh being photographed with shame and annoyance.

Strange thing is.

I actually felt a little happy in my heart.

Some complicated emotions intertwined in her heart, making her smile at a loss.

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Tiandou Empire.

As one of the two most prosperous empires on Douluo Continent, the luxury of its palace is self-evident.

The palace of Emperor Xueye.

It also collects the world’s treasures in one place, fully displaying the majesty and dignity of the royal family.

Ye Qiu takes a few steps every time.

You can see the rare treasures arranged in an orderly manner, whether it is warm jade, gemstones shining with mysterious light, or exquisite porcelain, all of them demonstrate the rich heritage of the empire.

Ye Qiu slowly walked into the palace, passed through the long corridor, and finally saw Xue Ke’s figure on the huge terrace behind the palace.

The dark yellow afterglow fell like a veil, giving the entire terrace a layer of lonely color.

Xue Ke’s attire was somewhat similar to when Ye Qiu first saw her in the Prince’s Mansion.

On her head was the golden wreath of laurels.

The soft light shimmered under the afterglow, as if her hair was inlaid with a bright golden edge.

The short white hair that reaches the ears is clean and neat, yet playful, but now it looks a little more haggard.

Wearing a white palace dress, the skirt is as light and elegant as clouds, and the swan pattern carefully embroidered with gold needles is lifelike.

Every feather seems to be telling the royal nobility and elegance.

Xue Ke’s delicate and childish face.

After years of carving, it has become mature, but it is difficult to hide the haggard look.

Thick and long eyelashes trembled slightly.

Like two small fans, they looked pure and charming, but the dim black color around her eyes revealed her fatigue and worry these days.

Those somewhat slender eyes were a little soft, hiding sadness.

Her skin is still white and rosy, more delicate and smooth than the finest mutton-fat jade, her figure is even more exquisite, and her every move shows a noble and elegant temperament, without losing the status of an imperial princess.

And sitting on the throne in front of Xue Ke.

It was a dying old man.

Although he still wears the golden-red robe that symbolizes imperial power and wears the dazzling crown inlaid with countless gold diamonds, the energy and spirit he once had has long since dissipated.

Emperor Xueye’s eyes were dull and hollow, his face was as stiff as a wood carving, and his skin had become withered and shriveled.

This kind of mark is completely unlike what time has carved on his body.

He is just an empty shell at this moment.

There was nothing I could do but sit there quietly, waiting for my consciousness to dissipate.

Ye Qiu’s eyes flashed with blood instantly.

That is the unique light of the Eternal Mangekyō Sharingan.

Staring at Emperor Xue Ye, Ye Qiu looked inside and outside.

His brows were furrowed tightly, and his eyes were full of solemnity.

With great insight.

He could tell at a glance that Emperor Xueye was in terrible condition.

Physically, due to being unable to take the initiative to eat for a long time, severe malnutrition has occurred. If the body continues to lose weight, it will be skin and bones.

And the most important thing is.

Emperor Xue Ye’s soul seemed to have dried up, like a candle that was about to be extinguished. He could barely breathe with only the last trace of his thoughts.

Xue Ke was quietly accompanying Emperor Xue Ye, watching the setting sun with him.

He gently squeezed his father’s shoulders.

His movements were soothing and gentle, and his eyes were filled with concern for his father.

Ye Qiu saw this.

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Slowly put away the bloody light in his eyes, took a deep breath, calmed down his emotions, and then walked towards Xue Ke with steady steps.

His lips and teeth were slightly parted, and his voice was gentle and low.

“Xue Ke~”

“…”

Hearing Ye Qiu’s familiar voice, Xue Ke’s graceful figure was obviously stunned, and the movements of her hands stopped.

He turned his head slightly and looked at Ye Qiu who was walking towards him, tears welling up in his eyes uncontrollably.

“Ye Qiu!”

Xue Ke could no longer suppress her inner emotions and eagerly threw herself into Ye Qiu’s arms, her voice full of tears.

All the misery and worries in these days have found an outlet for venting at this moment.

“I’m sorry”

Ye Qiu hugged the girl tightly in his arms, feeling her slightly trembling body, his heart full of apology and pity.

Gently stroked her hair, his movements were gentle.

With the warm and soft jade in his arms, Ye Qiu now had no distracting thoughts, only deep love for Xue Ke in his heart.

“No, it’s not your fault.”

Xue Ke buried her head in Ye Qiu’s arms, shaking her head constantly, her voice choking with a little sob.

She tightly grasped the corner of Ye Qiu’s clothes.

“Ye Qiu~”

Xue Ke shouted sadly, and then sobbed, hugging Ye Qiu and crying loudly.

These two days, looking at the appearance of Emperor Xue Ye.

Her heart was broken.

Obviously still a living person, but like a puppet.

In Ye Qiu’s arms.

Xue Ke can finally let go of all her strength and vent her emotions to her heart’s content.

“Father, father, will he never wake up again?”

Xue Ke raised her head and looked at Ye Qiu with tears in her eyes, her eyes full of fear and helplessness.

“No.”

Ye Qiu comforted softly, his voice firm and powerful, trying to give Xue Ke some hope and comfort.

However, before he could say anything more.

Xue Ke felt a trance in her mind and her body gradually lost strength.

“Ye Qiu~I, I’m a little tired.”

Xue Ke said weakly, her voice getting smaller and smaller.

I don’t know when.

Xue Qinghe had quietly walked in.

Looking at the man and woman hugging each other, her eyes dimmed slightly, and a trace of guilt surged in her heart.

With heartache, she gently scolded:

“Sister, you haven’t eaten for so long, of course you will feel tired.”