"Yan'er?" Suzaku saw her standing petrified in place, stunned, and asked worriedly, "Are you okay?"

"Suzaku," she said after a long silence, "the dumb slave is alone, and he is the only one who ...... me."

"Yan'er, is this your choice?" Suzaku was stunned, Mei Ziyan smiled a little desolately, took her hand and said:

"If Persimmon asks, you tell him a word for me.

I already knew the mystery of that story. However, the world is safe and perfect, and he will live up to it, so that in the future, he will stop thinking about me. ”

An hour later, Anseong Mingji Lane

Mei Ziyan led the horse and did not enter the alley, the horse suddenly seemed to be greatly frightened, the front hooves suddenly raised a neigh, and broke free from the reins in her hand, turned around and galloped away, the depths of Mingji Alley were as quiet as an ancient deep pool, she went straight to a dilapidated courtyard, the vermilion lacquer wooden door was mottled and fell off, revealing the original color, but the knocker was unusually smooth, and there was no rust.

She gave her a gentle push, and the door opened silently.

At this time, the crescent moon in the sky silently hid in the clouds like flying flakes, and the light moon was hazy. In the empty courtyard, a paulownia tree hangs a dim lantern, it is already autumn and there are naturally fallen leaves in the wind, the air is wafting with the lonely smell of dry branches and leaves, and the barren weeds stretch tenaciously under the feet. Her gaze followed the light source to a rockery that had collapsed in the middle of the courtyard.

On the rockery sat a tall man, with one hand on his erect right knee, holding his cheek, looking at the behemoth that was meekly lying half-lying beside him. It was a wolf, white and shining with silver light, rubbing against his hand, and the sight reminded her of a little raccoon who liked to pester.

He raised his head to look at her, her steps stopped, and in front of him was a strange face with a cold air, with ridged eyebrows, deep dark eyes, a straight nose, resolute as a mountain, and thin lips revealing a little coldness.

However, the moment the eyes touched her, they became warm, even with a little excitement and expectation.

"You're here. Suppressing the turmoil of emotion, he spoke, his voice magnetic and deep.

"Where is the dumb slave?" her gaze swept over the thumb of his left hand that was stroking the snow wolf, on which she was wearing a gold ring that she was extremely familiar with, she couldn't help but change her face, and pointed to his hand and said coldly:

"How can the golden ring be in your hands, what happened to the dumb slave?"

He looked at her and suddenly smiled without warning, his thin lips rippled in a beautiful arc, and the cold aura on his body was eliminated a lot, "Don't you ask who I am?"

The voice is not cold and hard, but it is like teasing a child, full of patience and warmth.....

"Helian Yue, Lord Yuanwu?" After hesitating for a while, she finally asked.

"You're not afraid of me?"

"I'm afraid. I'm afraid of wolves. She said.

He patted the snow wolf on the head, the snow wolf was very human, licked his hand and retreated to the dark part of the rockery, he jumped up and stood in front of her, he was much taller than her, she only reached his chest. She took a step back and looked at him vigilantly, and said calmly:

"The lord of Yuanwu will not bully a weak woman, right? The dumb slave is my servant, we signed a three-year death contract and a three-year life contract, we want to see people in life, and we want to see corpses in death, no matter what, he is mine, why should the lord of the country take the love of others?"

"Loved by others?" his tall figure enveloped her, "but a Xijon mute, do you love him?"

"He, like my family, can't let go and can't be abandoned. The great sense of pressure made her take a step back.

He sneered, "It's just family, what about Mu Cheng? The path you didn't choose, you won't regret it?"

She raised her head fearlessly to meet his gaze: "Since I chose, I never thought about turning back." I repeat, I want to see the dumb slave! Where is he?"

"You care so much about him?" he approached her, and suddenly reached out and put his arm around her waist, so force that she could not take a step back, and he was forcefully brought into his arms, and he leaned down and whispered in her ear:

"You remember, it was you who took the initiative to give up Mu Cheng. Yan'er, I won't let you go again!"

The lingering tone was like someone who had been familiar with her for a long time, but the embrace and breath were extremely unfamiliar. Mei Ziyan was stunned for a moment, a bright light flashed through her mind, and she couldn't grasp the slightest clue about what was fleeting. She tried hard to push him away, and said loudly:

"You know me, who the hell are you, let go of me......"

"I, Helian Yue, the lord of Xirong Yuanwu. He said, "The dumb slave you are looking for is dead." ”

The dumb slave will not appear in front of anyone again, it is just a beautiful and hateful dream and nightmare of his, he can find his land, his throne, he can find the most precious treasures in the world, but he can not find the seventeen or eighteen-year-old Xijon boy for her.

There is also an innocent smile and a carefree ordinary life.

This sentence was like a lightning strike in Mei Ziyan's ears, she was stiff like a clay sculpture, and she was passively trapped in his arms for a moment, slowly raised her head, her eyes were densely intertwined with anger and sadness, and said:

"I don't believe unless, seeing his body. ”

He let go of her, pointed to a room not far away, and said, "His body is there, but I didn't intend for you to see it." As he spoke, a fire fold appeared in his hand, Mei Ziyan was stunned, and when he reacted and wanted to stop it, his hand was raised, and the fire fold had fallen to the weeds outside the wing, and the fire spread to the wing room as soon as the wind blew, and the old air-dried wing room became a sea of fire in a moment.

"No-" Mei Ziyan shouted sadly and ran towards the wing, only a stone's throw away from the sea of fire, when Helian Yue caught up with her from behind and hugged her hard, turned her body, saw her sad and weeping like rain, her heart couldn't help but rejoice with soreness, the depression of many days disappeared, I just wanted to rub her into my own blood and bones, never to see her smile again, I couldn't hear her voice......

"Yan'er," he hugged her into his arms despite her frantic struggles, he didn't expect her to be so excited, he just wanted to test her, and it filled his heart with joy.

"Yan'er, listen to me, I'm ......" There was a sharp and severe pain in the heart of his left chest, so painful that he had to let go of the hand holding her, and looked down at the dagger that sank deep into his chest, the white crystal jade on the dagger stained his bright red blood, he looked at her in disbelief, her tearful face was pale but not frightened. In front of the blazing fire, the light of the fire reflected his unpredictable face, he took a step towards her, obviously in great pain, but with a light smile on his lips, he asked:

"You want to kill me and avenge him?"