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Shang Qingua knows well, what the price to pay for betrayal is. However, he betrayed his disciples, handcuffed the mantras for many years. The moment Shang Qinghua was kicked out by Mobei Jun from the hiding place in Mai Cot Linh then, the moment facing thousands of hateful eyes of Thuong Khung Son, he soon knew he could not turn his head. He hated himself for being ignorant and heard the words of the Ma toc, selling his disciples. Standing helplessly looking at his disciples, his fraternal brothers fell under the hands of Ma toc, he knew that it was too late, the end of this Thuong Khung Son was all due to him.

He regretted, extremely regretful. But what to do, things couldn't be cured. But Shang Qinghua never hated Mobei Jun who made him become like this. From the depths of his heart, Shang Qinghua never hated Mobei Jun. He never regretted having saved Mobei Jun, never regretted having followed him, never regretted saying: "Dawang, please let me follow you, a life in a lifetime." . "

2.

Shang Qinghua also knew very well what the Mobei Jun was like. For Shang Qinghua and Mobei Jun, outwardly cold, he were extremely weak inside. Although Linguang Jun used to harm him, Mobei Jun drunk alcohol and alcohol when he heard that Linguang Jun died. One after another, the strong smell of alcohol spreads throughout the room. Shang Qinghua really wanted to come before him and scold him for a match, yelling at him like that, there was a day of death for alcohol. But Shang Qinghua, there's no right to scold him. He could only stand there, heartbroken, watching Mobei Jun become crazy about alcohol.

"He is dead, he is dead. Linguang Jun is dead." Mobei Jun's voice was hoarse with alcohol.

"Dawang!" Seeing him almost collapsed, Shang Qinghua ran to support him.

"My only relative died too."

"Dawang..."

"In the end, I'm alone."

"Dawang, you still have me."

"You?" He burst out laughing. "Haha, you're just a servant, how can I put it in my eyes."

Each sentence like words stabbed into the heart of Shang Qinghua, pain.  As the master of An Dinh Phong, but considered as a servant, these words completely hit his self-esteem.

"Well, at least you can help me give out more." Mobei Jun suddenly kissed his lips, a wild kiss. Tongue lips entwined, the rich taste of blood and alcohol as stimulants made him crazier. It was not until he had almost no air to breathe, that he stopped torching the other lips. Pressing Shang Qinghua down on the bed, the eyes of Mobei Jun lit up, lust nearly dominated him.

Even though he invaded, Shang Qinghua could only laugh miserably. It is okay to make things better, just be satisfied. In the beginning, Shang Qiunghua suddenly flashed a thought. Maybe he could be near Mobei Jun a little more, even if only for a little bit.

In the room, the scene of spring was varied, and a sigh of joy filled the room.

3.

Perhaps Shang Qinghua was wrong. He never got closer to the Mobei Jun, but pushed him further away.

After the dream of a night of joy, he saw that his side was empty and cold. Mobei Jun had risen up before and had left him for a long time. Trying to drag the broken body off the bed, he got up to wear his clothes, trying to cover the festering wounds all over the other person. Although his waist was still hurting, he tried to run outside to find Mobei Jun.

Mobei Jun still went, but Shang Qinghua had to try to run to catch up with him. As usual, Shang Qinghua was still walking behind him, five steps away from him. Suddenly, Mobei Jun turned and looked, Shang Qiunghua jerked her head, unconsciously smiling like a usual. His eyes looked cold. The eyes were wide open, as if they wanted to warn something. He knew, Mobei Jun wanted to warn him that he would never be mentioned that night again.

"Get out!" Mobei Jun was as cold as ice, its voice sounding like a very angry word. Then he continued walking, despite someone being abandoned.

Shang Qinghua looked at the tall back shadow in the distance. Thought is right in front of the eyes but far away from the horizon. That tall, sturdy and secure back of his back like it was too high for him to come. Perhaps, this affair is only unilateral by Shang Qinghua. Perhaps, he will never be tall enough to reach for ...

4.

"I want to completely destroy Thuong Khung Son, not leaving anyone." Luo Binghe deliberately emphasizing "not leaving anyone" for everyone to understand.

"Mobei Jun, do you hear clearly?" The Luo Binghe voice is somewhat sarcastic, eyes glancing toward Shang Qiunghua.

"My highness, I am clear. You want to represent all of Thuong Khung Son, not leaving anyone." Mobei Jun replied coldly.

"Good. What about you, Shang Qinghua, do you understand what I mean?" Lou Binghe asked.

"I understand." Shang Qinghua responded. He soon knew that it would finally be this day. It's just that, for him, this day comes a little too fast. Quietly looking at the Mobei Jun still standing as always, he sighed inwardly. If he died, he wouldn't mind anyway. It's just that, just maybe, this end to this end is best.

"It is nothing but, I have a final wish."

"Looks like it is a reward for you to help the Ma toc, you keep saying, I will fulfill that wish to help you."

"Well then, please let Mobei Jun kill me."

"Oh, I think that I have to go to Mobei Jun to make this wish for you." Luo Binghe made a surprise appearance.

"You choose." Mobei Jun did not hesitate, put its hand on Qinghua's chest, releasing a ray of ice.

The cold feeling from inside made him stiff. Gradually spreading inside Shang Qinghua's body, the cold is making medical life weaker and weaker.

"Why?" Suddenly, Mobei Jun opened his mouth to ask a question.

Trying to smile, lips almost numb, some machines tried to say it in a difficult way:

"Da ... Dawang. I promised ... to promise you that I will follow you for a lifetime. If I cannot follow you for a lifetime, in this life, I will die under your hands. If there is a future life , I ... "His voice became smaller and smaller, then turned off. Shang Qinghua also fell down, taking her last breath, still having a calm smile on her face.

He died. Shang Qinghua died.

If this situation is so miserable, perhaps, death will be the best way to end it.

5.

Mobei Jun could not understand what his feelings for Shang Qinghua were.

When he was harmed by Linguang Jun, he nearly died. Too surprised that he was harmed by his most loved one, he died from believing in someone. He did not believe anyone, could not believe anyone because he was afraid, afraid of being betrayed again.

When he first met Shang Qinghua, when he heard ShangQinghua said he wanted to follow him for a lifetime, Mobei Jun thoroughly scorned him and thought that those words were a lie. Because Shang Qinghua saved himself a life, he agreed to take Shang Qinghua with him, but he never noticed Shang Qinghua in his eyes.  Three days of fighting, gradually getting used to it.

He thought that Shang Qinghua was not important to him, but perhaps, he was wrong. Since Qinghua has become the master of An Dinh Phong during the day and night, his eyes and eyes have been dark there, not yet in Bac Cuong. So for a long time, Mobei Jun naturally became unusually sad. During that time, he was grumpy, fastidious, and scolded everywhere. But he still insisted that he felt uneasy because the Shang Qiunghua was not there. Taking the excuse of preparing and discussing the upcoming plan, Mobei Jun arrived at An Dinh Phong, arrested Shang Qinghua on the Bac Cuong. Long time no see, when looking back at his smiling, peaceful face, his long frustration was quickly released. There seemed to be something warm and sweet flowing in his heart.

Before long, Shang Qinghua must return to An Dinh Phong to lie down. He used the excuse of overseeing, monitoring the medical day at An Dinh Phong. Although he had to hide and hide to avoid being discovered, he did not feel uncomfortable at all. Once, he once looked blankly at Shang Qinghua drowsiness in the room. Mobei Jun knew that he was very tired, the style of An Dinh Phong was always the most busy and tired. Mobei Jun could not hold back, but when there were no people, Mobei Jun came out of hiding. Watching that sleeping face, he suddenly reached out and touched someone's face unconsciously. Touching soft white cheeks, touching tired eyelids, surfing on a tall nose and then finally stopping in soft lips. Soft emotions on his hands, he suddenly lowered his head and kissed the other lips. So soft.

Suddenly Shang Qinghua woke up, panickedly looking at the person in front of him, he stammered in fear and said:

"Da ... Dawang! Why ... why are you here?"

Dissatisfied with his fearful attitude, he felt frustrated inside and grumpy.

"I have nothing to do with you."

"So ... then please ignore my earlier words. I didn't mean that."

Shang Qinghua smiled again as always. But if any Mobei Jun noticed the words he had just said, he almost looked blankly and looked at the lips.

"Dawang, are you alright? Why are you suddenly silent?"

Hearing Shang Qinghua say that, he was embarrassed and angry.

"Talkative!" Saying that, he went out, leaving someone else still bewildered.

Some time later, Shang Qinghua returned to the Ma toc. When Shang Qinghua met Luo Binghe and called "My highness" , Mobei Jun had a bit of frustration in his heart. He could not explain the frustrating feeling at that time. Mobei Jun was clearly not hated Luo Binghe before, but even Luo Binghe was the only one that made him respect.

The next time he learned that Linguang Jun died, he suddenly felt empty inside. He drank alcohol day and night as if to fill that gap. Drank drink, even though he drank a lot but still couldn't fill that gap. Then Shang Qinghua came to him and comforted him:

"Dawang, you have me." It was simply a saying that had inadvertently filled that gap in his heart.

But it seemed that at that time he could not control himself and let go of offensive words. So that when he kissed, he was completely out of control, desire then dominated Shang Qinghua. That night, Mobei Jun spent a satisfying spring night. He thought he was dreaming, dreaming a beautiful dream.

The next morning, he woke up after a long night of spring. He was still hugging Shang Qinghua, an incredible sweet feeling. Embracing his warm body, he seemed to want time to stop to keep him in his arms forever. Gently kissing the sleeping eyelid, gliding down the soft lips, Mobei Jun felt like he was very happy. But then his heart suddenly sank, a feeling of fear spread and enveloped him. What did he do in Mobei Jun? Unable to deny, he really raped Shang Qinghua. He felt scared when he thought about what it would be like if Shang Qinghua awoke. He was afraid, afraid to face this truth. Hurriedly leaving the bed wearing clothes, he was about to go, but then he felt like he had a bad feeling that made him come back, cover the other person and kiss the other lips one last time.

That was the last time he kissed. He knew maybe he had already unilaterally loved Shang Qinghua. But he knows, this affair will not go anywhere. Shang Qinghua did not like him, he knew it was. That's why he pushed Shang Qinghua further away from him. During the following time, he almost completely died. That rare sentiment was beaten by himself.

When listening to Luo Binghe said that he wanted to kill Shang Qinghua, in the heart of Mobei Jun suddenly came up with an indescribable emotion. Trying to suppress his mind, he coldly accepted it. There was no other way, he could not resist the words of Luo Binghe. Placing his hand on his chest, he released a beam of solder without hesitation. Watching the person ahead of him gradually weaken, he suddenly couldn't help but ask a question:

"Why?" Why is that? Obviously Shang Qinghua didn't love him, obviously, didn't this situation only have him suffering unilaterally? Yet why, why is that so ...

Unbelievably, Shang Qinghua just smiled bitterly, numb. Each sentence word like a knife stabbed straight into the heart of Mobei Jun, stinging. Even his last statement was that he could not hear it all.

Taking the other person slowly falling down, Shang Qinghua embraces him in his lap. Although Shang Qinghua died, he still felt the warmth still lingering on his body. Carrying the other person in his arms, Shang Qinghua mused and looked at the face with a satisfied smile. It looked like it was simply a good sleep. In Mobei Jun's heart, it hurt. Perhaps he was mistaken, he still could not forget Shang Qinghua. The moment he fell, Mobei Jun first understood what regret was. But regret is not possible because he knows that it's too late. There is no denying the fact that Mobei Jun himself killed Shang Qinghua, killed by the cold of both himself and inside.

"Aren't you going to bring him to Saint Lang?" Luo Binghe is a bit sarcastic.

"I intend to bring him back to the temple in Bac Cuong."

"Oh, why is that?" Luo Binghe pretended to be surprised.

"Because he's the only one who promises to follow me for a lifetime."

Mobei Jun carried Shang Qinghua away, behind her back, full of loneliness. There was no one who clawed after him, no one had a smile on his heart every time he turned his head, no one promised to follow him for a lifetime, all, no one else.

The flying green butterfly fluttered around, hovering over him and him, then flying away, flying far and away.

"If there is an afterlife, I wish once more to follow you. Not a life, but a lifetime of life. That is the last sentence spoken by Shang Qinghua.