In the previous life, her love ended in death, but what about this life? What should she do? Hate, cry, or resist, kill this person, or be killed by this person? Why, it has become like this, why does the person she loves the most hurt her again and again, trampling on her already fragile heart?

Han Moyu's tears are about to drain. fell in love with Lewen in her previous life, and it appeared in her mind very clearly. She crouched in a deserted corner, sitting against the wall, looking at the dark clouds that filled the sky. She remembered it all, remembered it all.

I remembered how she fell in love with that person, and how she practiced hard for that person and finally achieved a positive result, ranking in the immortal class, just to look at that person more. All she remembered was her love for that person, but that kind of love was mixed with a touch of happiness and a touch of sadness.

One day, when she saw the majestic and arrogant man laughing with a fairy with a flirtatious face, she was stunned, and then her heart ached like a knife, and she left there in despair, no longer holding any illusions.

However, just when she was disheartened, he was told that he was doing everything to show her, just to test her mind. She received an invitation to meet her at the Changfeng Pavilion. She still remembers the shock she felt when she got the news, followed by boundless joy.

Han Moyu suddenly giggled, she had never been a qualified immortal in her previous life, so she fell into such a trap. Destroying the Heavenly Seal, she remembered that at the beginning, that Qinglian was to use her pure blood as an introduction to activate the Destroying Heavenly Seal, so she inserted a sharp knife into her chest.

And now, she was told that her body had fragments of the Soul Suppression Mirror that could restrain the destruction of the Heavenly Seal, and she had to be gouged out for the mirror.

There was a thunderclap in the sky, and then it rained heavily. Han Moyu tilted his head and looked at the huge rain mantle in the dark night sky. She ran to the rain and stood, her head back and her arms outstretched, letting the rain drench her from head to toe. She laughed like a madman, but the laughter slowly turned into a cry, causing the birds perched in the trees to flutter their wings and fly away. She laughed and cried for a long time, and finally fell in the rain.

You know that I have the fragments of the Soul Suppression Mirror in my body and sealed myself in the Realm of Chaos, and there is no way to escape. Wouldn't it be nice to have that? But you still have to come and seduce me, lure me down to earth, come and take the mirror fragment of my heart. I caused a fire to burn myself for five days and five nights, and became a ghost and followed you to the world.

Why did you do this to me when you brought me here, why did you lie to me, and why did you hurt me so cruelly...... Perhaps, it was just a huge scam from beginning to end, and I didn't even know that you were playing tricks......

You want my life, don't you? Then you take it, take it happily. Don't pretend, don't pretend anything. Wouldn't it be better to hurt me as a matter of course, and to take it with confidence? What else can I give you, you can take it with you...... Han Mo smiled intermittently, lying on his back in the rain, letting the heavy rain fall on his face.

She felt a little out of breath, and desperately tore the clothes on her chest. She was tired, so she stopped, and her mouth grew and gasped for breath, like a fish thrown out of the water. She coughed as rain poured down from the sky and into her mouth, and her face was wet and watery, and she didn't know if it was rain or tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. Memory, scene after scene, all came flooding up, connected into one, filling her brain and making her almost faint.

After Fu Changyu calmed down, he heard that the people said that Hanmo was gone, so he hurriedly took someone to find Han Moyu. In the dark night, it was raining heavily, and people walked all over the densely wooded backyard of the Hanfu, but they didn't see the shadow of Hanmoyu. People anxiously shouted the name of Hanmo over and over again, and searched around with umbrellas and lanterns, but still found nothing.

Just when everyone was deflated, Fu Changyu threw away his umbrella and stood in the heavy rain with his eyes closed. Han Moyu's aura floated over faintly again. He opened his eyes suddenly, and ran quickly in one direction of the cold mansion.

Sure enough, passing through the deserted courtyard, people found Han Moyu, who was already unconscious, in the heavy rain. Fu Changyu bent down, gently picked her up, and then walked back with heavy steps. People followed, and the atmosphere did not dare to make a sound.

And in the center of Liuyun, on the ground of the house where the little monk Nian Qing was, the spirit bead powder crushed by Han Moyu floated lightly, covering the body of the little monk lying on the ground alone. A faint soft light appeared on the body of the little monk Nian Qing, and gradually, the wound on his chest healed at a slow speed.

Here, in the inner courtyard of the main hall of Liuyunju, Han Moyu had a high fever and was lying on the bed and babbling. Fu Changyu sat on the edge of the bed with a frown, feeding Han Moyu and drinking medicine. At this time, the servant who was in charge of collecting the corpse entered the main hall of Liuyunju, knelt down as soon as he entered, and said to Fu Changyu in horror: "Your Royal Highness Changyu, the little monk who just died in the room has been resurrected!"

When Fu Changyu heard the news, his hand shook, and the decoction almost fell on the bed. He glanced at the sleeping Han Moyu, told Xue Ling'er to take care of Han Moyu, and hurriedly got up and went out.

This news is too important for him. Previously, Fu Rongxi was resurrected from the dead after being taken from the mirror, and now, the little monk Nian Qing also escaped death, so what about Han Moyu? What about the others? None of them are in danger of life? Can he find a way to take out the fragments of the Soul Suppression Mirror without harming the lives of others?

The little monk Nianqing drank the medicine and was lying on the bed. When he opened his eyes, he thought he had become a ghost, but when he saw the servant who had collected his body come in, he screamed and fled when he saw him. Surprised, he touched his face and looked in the mirror to realize that he was still alive. He was very happy, and hurriedly bowed three times in the direction where the Xiangji Temple was located in the south. He knew that he had escaped the death penalty from now on.

At this time, Fu Changyu came in. The little monk Nianqing struggled to get up, but was held down by Fu Changyu. Fu Changyu asked softly, "Are you feeling better?" Nian Qing nodded and said that he was fine. He looked at the scar on the little monk's body that had not yet healed completely, and not long ago, it was obviously pierced by a knife, and the knife was deep to the bone, how could it heal in such a short time?

He remembered Princess Fu Rongxi, whose wounds were also healed at that time. It's just that the difference is that Princess Fu Rongxu has never come to her senses since then, and she has forgotten a lot of things, just like she was stupid. And the little monk in front of him came back from the dead and was conscious. Fu Changyu looked at the little monk Nian Qing for a long time before asking, "What is going on?"