Looking at Liang Qiuyan who was in a coma, Li Mowu raised his eyebrows slightly, thoughtful, because of the last sentence he said before, and because of the many things Liang Qiuyan had said and done in the past few days.

In the hundreds of years of traveling all over the world, he has met many outstanding young people, those young people are really talented and persevering in certain fields, and the young people he admires the most are all over the world, and they are undoubtedly not the best.

But he had never seen a young man like Liang Qiuyan.

He always thought that young people always have the unique spirit of youth, the so-called morning sun and morning dew, new dishes and fledglings, the breath of youthful life is so clear and passionate, Liang Qiuyan also has this temperament, but it is more indifferent, this young man is also a wisp of spring breeze, but the wind of early spring, fame and fortune are very light, so it is fresh and refreshing.

Li Mowu looked at the sleeping Liang Qiuyan, silent, and observed carefully.

When the average outstanding young man is awake, he can often lower his tone, pretending to be calm and calm, and since then he has won the praise of his elders and the calm evaluation and envy of his peers, and in his sleep, he will return to the appearance of his real age, revealing his proud and uninhibited side, but Liang Qiuyan is not like this, his eyebrows and eyes are shining with sword stars, childish like a tea garden before the rain, but his expression is still as calm as when he is awake, and even, on the contrary, he is a little sad.

Why is it that even in his sleep, the young man's brow is still so tightly wrinkled? What is he thinking? What is he worried about? What is he worried about? If he is always carrying the pressure that he cannot get rid of in his sleep, then why is he so calm and calm when he is awake, that others cannot feel it at all.

"I owe you my life. Looking at the sleeping young man's slightly frowning brows, Li Mowu shook his head and said.

.....

Xiao Li wiped the blood on Qiu Yan's cheek and treated his wounds, quietly guarding his side. She knew very well what Qiu Yan was thinking, but she didn't want to ask, and she didn't want to explore, not that she wasn't curious, but that she understood everything he did. She looked up at the reckless barren mountains and wilderness, her face was expressionless, her eyes were like stars, the chill was growing, and the hand holding Sanmei was slightly looser than before, but it was a more suitable posture for drawing a sword.

That young man named Lejin is now on this barren mountain and wilderness, and he should be watching here. He is undoubtedly terrible to ordinary people, but in normal times, Xiao Li can't be taken as seriously as this, but the current situation is not ordinary. Qiu Yan was in a coma, and he was seriously injured.

Xiao Li was suddenly a little nervous, so the emotion on his face became more and more indifferent. She hadn't been so nervous in years, because no one had been able to threaten her life or death for so many years. She thought that she had already seen through life and death, but in the ancestral tomb of the Lu family, after Qiu Yan appeared, she knew that even if she was a sword-minded person, she still couldn't keep her state of mind clear in the face of death. Or because, at that time, she went through a difficult test.

In this life, she has encountered many tests of life and death, and has defeated countless seemingly invincible strong enemies, compared with those opponents, characters of the level of Le Jin and Li Mowu are not worth mentioning at all, but she knows very well that the moment she is closest to death in her life is not in the Lu Clan's ancient tomb, nor is it in the fight with the tomb robbers, but not long ago in Jiang Xin's teahouse, her home, when the man who covered his face rushed over like the wind.

.....

When it was time to be clear, Qiu Yan slowly woke up, his face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were not as clear and bright as usual, as if he was drunk, but fortunately, his consciousness was finally calm.

He looked at Xiao Li, and before he could say anything, Xiao Li asked eagerly. "How's it going? What's wrong?"

A series of inquiries made Qiu Yan's pale cheeks a little bloody, pursed his lips, and chuckled. "It's all right. Then he turned his head to look at Li Mowu on the side, and said expressionlessly. "What do you want to say?"

Li Mowu said after a moment of silence. "I don't know what kind of deep hatred you have with Le Jin, when you were in a coma, I heard Le Jin say, what happened to you in Foshan Town... I also know why you are jealous and hateful to the man named Xiao Sanzi..."

"And then?"

"Liang Qiuyan, I know that you have your own secrets, when you were not returning, you once said that you were not a good person, because you had killed too many people, so it can be seen that you also know that killing too many people is not a good thing after all, or is it the interference of your strange appearance before? I can feel that your current aura is completely different from before..."

Qiu Yan raised his eyebrows slightly, and said with a smile. "What about you, do you think you kill less than me? When did I say that I wanted to be a good person? If I don't want to be a good person, why should I change it?"

"All I have slain are wicked people, unlike you. ”

"What's the difference? Besides, how do you distinguish between good and bad in this world?" Qiu Yan stared into his eyes and said softly. "Then have you ever heard that in Le Jin's mouth, all this fuse was started because of him?"

"I don't understand the twists and turns, and I don't want to understand them, but I know that you are a good person, at least you have not abandoned your companions. ”

Li Mowu said very calmly and calmly, but Qiu Yan was silent for a long time.

"I've been haunted by that incident..."After silence, Qiu Yan lowered her head slightly, and her long hair covered her eyes. "It was me who was wrong.."

.....

This night will pass, as has been the case for countless nights in the past, and the darkness will pass and the light will come.

At dawn, the morning light penetrated through the treetops, and Qiu Yan, who looked haggard, sat on the ground, holding a jade bracelet in his hand, Xiao Li lay quietly in Qiu Yan's arms, closed his eyes, and fell asleep quietly.

Her chest rose and fell slightly, and occasionally there seemed to be convulsions and spasms on her face, as if she had dreamed of some terrible scene, but in the end, it was quiet, and it seemed that all the horrors and fears had disappeared in the warm chest.

Qiu Yan leaned against the stone pillar of the barren pavilion, silently looking at the ray of morning light shining in, silent.