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The long swing of the white clothes swayed with the horizontal branches of thousands of leaves, swaying in the night. Moonlight is like water.

Mei Shuying sat for another moment, her eyes clear as night and cold as bright.

Leaning on the same momentum, Huo Ran turned his eyes and looked back, slapped the branches and leaves with one palm, and flew up.

Standing quietly on the horizontal branches, he took one last look at the people in the window, and he didn't know whether he was stunned or in a trance, but his heart was full of dazed coldness, empty and lonely, ignorant and unstoppable......

Turning around and looking back at the man in white with his back to the small building, he was about to leave, and he didn't look back.

"Pavilion Master. Duanmu suddenly called him.

Zhu Mei is beautiful, he stands on the horizontal branch like a snow-covered cold plum, he is cold and proud, and he stands silent.

"When I was in the courtyard, the words of the pavilion master...... What does that mean?" Duanmu Immortal raised his eyes for a moment, looked at the person standing on the tree, hesitated slightly, and asked slowly.

The wind rose again, the white-clothed red plums swayed non-stop, Mei Shuying suddenly smiled, looked at the waning moon and the lonely star, the vast night, and said with a smile: "I don't know that in the eyes of the Duanmu Sect Master, people can live without intention?"

Duanmu was slightly stunned when he heard this, stared at him for a moment, and shook his head. "No, you can't. ”

Mei Shuying's voice raised, and she laughed unscrupulously and quietly. "But this son has seen a person, born without heart, but can still live. ”

The person in the window frowned and was quiet, sat upright for a long time, and only said, "Does the pavilion master mean something?"

The voice was cool and thin, and the man in white stood quietly on the branch, his body cold.

"Since the first time I met, my son has never seen Duanmu Sect Master crying, laughing and moving. Mei Shuying raised her eyes and looked coldly at the lush and inky landscape ahead.

The moon hangs high, and the night is desolate.

He chuckled in a low voice: "You can cry and laugh to be a person, will you?"

Looking back at her, Mei Shuying looked at her and said coldly, word by word: "What kind of person are you? You can neither cry nor laugh." There is no heart either. ”

The wind flickered, and it was as silent as a stagnant.

In the next moment, I heard a very soft sneer between the branches and leaves, and the white clothes were raised, and the wind suddenly sounded.

The hem of the clothes and the long clothes were hunting, and the white shadow was longitudinal, and it was gone in an instant.

Duanmu Xiaoxian sat quietly in front of the desk, looking at the sound of the wind, and there was only aftershock in his eyes.

For a long time, I was stunned and couldn't go back.

The long night is silent, and the moon is clear and cold.

The woman in the chair was silent for a long time, and her heart suddenly hurt slightly.

The wind is blowing, silent and quiet, peaceful and noisy.

……

After taking a bath, Ye Luye took a clean white dress and changed it to the woman, and Duanmu Xiaoxian sat back in the wooden wheelchair and went to the window.

Ye Luye packed up his wet clothes and took a few steps forward to close the wooden window.

Duanmu Xiaoxian looked ahead, and suddenly stopped: "Let it be open." ”

Ye Luye frowned for a moment, and then said instantly: "Yes." ”

The clouds cover the moon, and it is a dark color.

After a long time, the man in green blew out the candle flame in the house, pushed the door out, stood outside the house and gently closed the door.

Mo Ran came from afar, saw it, stopped and said softly, "Little junior sister is asleep?"

Ye Luye turned to face Mo Ran, saluted, and said solemnly: "Go back to the master, the master has already slept." ”

The man in ink turned his face to look into the small building, his eyes clear and soft. "There are many worries today, your master has been unwell for many years, and it is not appropriate to overwork, he should be tired. ”

He stared at the closed wooden door, his eyes were like the rising moon, and the flow was clear.

No matter what the senior brother wants to do, the senior brother will accompany you to protect you, keep you worry-free, watch you safe and sound, and let you be free from illness and injury.

The gaze is as warm as water, soft and timeless.

Mo Ran looked at the door, was silent for a while, and turned away.

……

It's like standing in a white swamp, with no coming, no return, no return......

She was bound to do something, and for some reason hesitated.

The oncoming wind was quiet and peaceful, but at this moment, it was a little chaotic, mixed with the wind, and a faint whispering voice could be heard:

You can cry and laugh to be a human being, will you?

What kind of person are you? You can't cry or laugh. There is no heart either.

The white clothes were suddenly chaotic, and she still stood still, the white mist, the messy wind, and the snow hair on her sideburns that fluttered in the wind.

Huo Ran became so noisy all around, and the mud swamp under his feet seemed to be faintly falling.

She raised her eyes, subconsciously wanted to close her eyes in the white expanse, gathered her heart, and walked forward alone.

However, there were suddenly sounds of laughter and mournful crying from all directions, and she stood in the midst of the turmoil, and wanted to sigh......

However, the frolic was especially joyful, and the crying was intimidating, and she was stunned for some reason.

The first time, I want to look back, and the first time, I want to listen.

In the white mist, she saw that in the cottage in the mountains, the little girl in Subu Mai was sitting next to the bamboo couch and stretched out her hand to gently push the woman on the couch, calling in a dumb voice: "Niang ......" The plain white little face was full of immaturity, and there were tears in her eyes that had long dried up.

In the white mist, she saw the little girl in rags walking between the mountain paths, tired on the side of the stream rocks, and in a dazed state, she was picked up by a young man in ink who was walking in the distance.

In the white mist, she saw the side of the sleeping couch in the bamboo house, the two elders with frosty white temples slowly closed their eyes, and the once immature little girl had grown into a girl, dressed in white indifferently, kneeling straight on the side of the wooden couch, bowing respectfully, over and over again.

In the white mist, she saw the bamboo forest in the middle of the night, the girl in white with her back to the comer, and the young man with light hair curled up on her forehead left angrily.

In the white mist, she saw the morning breeze blowing, the man in ink said goodbye to the grave, hugged the girl lightly, and after a long time, turned away.

In the white mist, she saw the colorful clothes fluttering, and the girl with the hair looked at the girl in white and sneered, and flew away.

In the white mist, she saw the long sword galloping lightly, and it was flicked away by the girl in white, and the girl in green took a few steps backwards and knelt down in front of the girl.

In the white mist, she saw the wind sweeping the forest leaves, and the girl in white reached out to brush open the blood-stained curtain of the carriage, and took the girl in blue with a bloody face out of the carriage.

In the white mist, she saw the firelight spreading, and the man in white, who was no longer a girl, shook the iron lock with one palm, and swept the little girl in the blood pool full of rotten flesh snakes and insects into her arms.

In the white mist, she heard the wind blowing and the bamboos moving, and in the afterglow of the setting sun, the young man covered in blood in the medicine house said to her in a dumb voice: "Okay." ”

All kinds of past events emerge sporadically, like a lingering heart, and like clouds.

She wants to think about the ups and downs, sorrows and joys and sorrows, but her heart is like a lake and a sea, and she stops at a slight wave, except for shallow pity and pity, there is no joy and sorrow.

In an instant, the white mist became thicker, and she heard a sneering again, and said to her word by word:

What kind of person are you? You can't cry or laugh. There is no heart either.

The night breeze blows in from the wooden window, with the fragrance of lotus vanilla, and the Duanmu fairy lies quietly on the wooden couch, with his eyes closed for a long time, and his sideburns are lightly brushed......

In the end, it is still a sigh.

……

The man in Tsing Yi stood quietly on the side of the couch and looked down at the people on the couch.

On the pale face, the eyebrows were sometimes frowning and sometimes loosening, and his expression was in a trance, and there was a dazed look.

The man in Tsing Yi slowly sat down on the edge of the couch, noticed that the woman had not woken up, and finally believed that he had come over twice before, and he was standing outside the room, and the master really did not notice his approach in time.

Overlapping Shadow Cultivation to the Sevenfold Fortune Capital needs to be restricted, and over time, it will habitually converge the aura, making it difficult for people to notice.

I seemed to have felt that the master was in a hurry when he entered the room, so he was suspicious.

At this time, it was confirmed, but I had to be stunned.

With Master's Yuan Force, even if he is extremely restless, he should not be so defenseless.

Yun Xiao hesitated for a moment, then reached out to the thin quilt to take out the woman's hand. The snow baby on the side of the couch seemed to be alarmed, and raised her big round eyes to look at him in a daze.

The man in Tsing Yi smiled at it.

Suddenly, the breeze blows, and the flowers rain down.

The round ferret fell straight into the couch as if stunned.

The man in Tsing Yi couldn't help but smile again.

Xue Wa'er's eyes widened even more, and she almost fell off the couch, but fortunately she was helped up by the young man in Tsing Yi.

Yun Xiao took the pulse of the woman's right hand and looked at it carefully, only to feel that there was nothing wrong with the pulse being peaceful...... Just about to put it down.

The fingertips were about to be separated, and the smile on the young man's face suddenly froze.