After being in a daze for a while, Xia qingchen hurriedly asked, ""How are his injuries?"
Heaven hatred Chen's face darkened and he shook his head, ""The Dayan sword pierced through the heart."
Xia qingchen's heart sank. Given the sharpness of the great Yan sword, once it pierced through his heart, the terrifying sword Qi would definitely tear his heart into pieces.
Prince Liang only had a single breath left.
Tianhen Chen carried him to Xia qingchen, his gaze extremely complicated.
He couldn't bring himself to hate the Prince of Liang, the person who had caused his life's tragedy. He found that he couldn't hate him anymore.
A cloud of mist covered heavenly hatred Chen's eyes.
"Why are you doing this?"
Prince Liang was on the verge of death. His pupils were constantly expanding, and his voice was weak and intermittent.'Xia qingchen ... Be kind ... My daughter ..."
