The Evil King of Time Travel and His Love

My name is Qing Jueyi, but he gave me the name 'Mo Mo', and he gave me the surname 'Wu'. From then on, from now on, I am Qing Jueyi, his Mo Mo, and at the same time his dancing girl and concubine! I am a soul from the 21st century. In this strange country, I met him who looks just like him. . In order to be by his side, I gave up everything, but in exchange I got hurt ruthlessly by him. When I fell off the cliff, I thought I was going to die, but I didn't expect it. . . . He, Ming Yexie, the Saint King of Hell Palace, a man with the same appearance as him, was my favorite, but he hurt me the most. . . He, Morrowind, is a cold-blooded killer, but is he really ruthless behind his cold-bloodedness? He was Lang Qing Haoyue, the seventh prince, a man as beautiful as a fairy. Can his tenderness heal the wounds within me? He, Ruiyang Mingyan, the young owner of Ruiyang Villa, a sunny, energetic, simple, cheerful, and wind-like man. Can his sincere love touch me? "Let's all let go. If this continues, I will really kill you." She closed her eyes in pain, letting hatred tear at her heart. Falling in love with him was the biggest mistake in her life. . . "Let go? Ha... Qing Jueyi, even if you die, you will stay with me." His blue handsome eyes flashed with cruel evil, and he put his hands around her waist and hugged her tightly. . . If there really is a hell, let's fall together. The underworld for two people is much better than the paradise for one person! . . . When love turns into resentment, when resentment turns into hatred, we torture each other in love and hurt each other in hate. When the truth is revealed, can love come back again? Using all his strength, he propped up his weak body, gently stroked her tear-stained face, and murmured sadly, "Baby, I can't guard you anymore..." Red blood slowly flowed out from the corners of his mouth, and tears slid down his charming handsome face, looking ghostly and charming. . "You are free... Fly!" Then, with a sad smile, he fell down in a pool of red blood. . . "No... Get up. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you so much. Why don't you even give me a chance to say 'love'? Why, why? I love you... I love you... Did you hear that? Get up..." Sadness and despair made her shake him desperately, and tears covered her eyes. The last act of loving him was blurred, and even the pain could not be traced. She did not regret having loved him, but it was a pity that she could not love him until the end. Why should she bear such grief? Why. . . This was his love, gentleness under domineering, thoughtfulness under evil sycophants, and sincerity under cruelty. He was protecting her with a blood oath. Even if she would hate him, blame him, be angry with him for the rest of her life, or even hurt him, harm him, or take his life, as long as he could ensure that she was not harmed at all, nothing mattered to him. Like is a light love, love is a deep liking, what about hate? It's intense love combined with sad despair. . --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Let's introduce this much first. Don't worry, this article is by no means a tragedy. Belle can't stand tragedy, and everyone can see it. Hey-hey! Therefore, please boldly collect, vote enthusiastically, and continue to support your dear Belle. . . Thanks!