Lin Feng's sentence "Why don't you think of a way?" amused the woman, and she laughed so much that her voice was like a silver bell.

"There's no way around it. ”

Lin Feng shook his head regretfully and said, "That's a pity. ”

The woman in front of her at least has the strength of the ground level, which is not something that a few of them can fight against at all, if they want to break into the palace, they can only summon Mo Chou's clone again.

But there's no better way to do it right now.

Yu Jiang took out a jade talisman from the storage ring, crushed it, and a white light flashed, and a man in white appeared beside him.

The woman quietly watched Yu Jiang's movements, neither stopping nor running away, and even stretched her waist and looked at a few people with interest.

"Second brother, third brother, meet again. Bai Yi Mo Chou smiled kindly, and nodded slightly to Yu Jiang and Lin Feng.

At this time, the woman suddenly spoke, "Won't you say hello to me?"

Mo Chou turned his head in surprise and looked at her, his expression suddenly sluggish.

Lin Feng had never seen Mo Chou lose his temper like this. Since he met Mo Chou, Mo Chou has always looked like a humble son who is as gentle as jade, but at this moment, Mo Chou's eyes were dull, his mouth was wide open, and he fell into surprise.

Who is this woman?

Mo Chou and the woman looked at each other, time seemed to stand still, and only these two pairs of eyes were left in the entire universe.

The breeze blew, and dust was raised among the ruins of the broken wall, Mo Chou's long hair was raised, and the woman's gauze skirt was raised.

"I didn't expect it to be you. Mo Chou let out a long sigh and looked at the woman with a complicated expression.

The woman's eyes were very bright, her expression seemed to be happy and disgusted, she looked at Mo Chou quietly like this, and time seemed to have stopped passing.

I don't know how long it took, but the woman finally spoke, "You should have thought of it." ”

"Because there are few people but me who want to run to such a place to lure you out. ”

It seems that there are many past events and entanglements between them, and there is an inexplicable relationship between them.

Mo Chou looked at the woman's starry eyes, and said slowly: "In a thousand years, I didn't expect you to have grown to this realm. ”

The woman suddenly smiled, and no one could tell what her smile meant.

"A thousand years of time, the vicissitudes of life, and the changes in the world are enough to change many things. ”

Mo Chou nodded silently, she said not bad at all, a thousand years is not a short time at all. It is enough to divert the course of a great river and collapse a mountain, and it is enough to turn red faces into white bones and green silk into white hair.

The woman looked at Mo Chou, smiled playfully, and said, "Are you going to make a move on me?"

The scorching sun is like a fire, scorching the gate of the imperial city like a furnace, and the breeze blows, setting off a wave of heat. blurred the woman's face, and blurred Mo Chou's face.

Mo Chou suddenly thought of the past many years ago, when she also said such a sentence to herself.

Thousands of years ago, there were many talents on the Shaking Light Continent, and there was a supreme genius among the barbarians who broke through to the realm of the earth at the age of thirty for the great power; among the giant clans, a terrifying young strong man came out and swept away the younger generation; and the holy daughter of the fallen angel clan was born, and she was shocking and shocking an era......

This is the best era, with many Tianjiao, and after the Blood Tribulation, there is another prosperous era of cultivation on the Shaking Light Continent. But this is also the worst era, because there are two men in this era, and the light of these two men suppresses all the heavenly pride.

This was the era of those two men, who were called by those who came after them.

The Ten Thousand Swords Sect is not worried, and the Demon Sound Gate is worry-free.

These two men suppressed an entire era, whether it was the genius of the barbarian race, the strong man of the giant clan, or the holy daughter of the fallen angel clan, they were all overwhelmed by them.

Maybe this was the best of times for the two of them, but for the rest of the world, it was the worst of times. No matter how hard they tried, they couldn't break free from the suppression of the two, and they were always shrouded in their shadow.

I have to say it's a kind of sadness.

At that time, Mo Chou was in high spirits, with a three-foot long sword in his hand, looking around, the younger generation was invincible.

At this time, he was twenty-nine years old and at the peak of the earth.

Don't say that the younger generation, even the predecessors of their generation, few of them are his opponents.

Not long ago, the killer in the Blood Shadow Building assassinated the respected Chonghe Daoist in the Qingcheng Sword Sect, and the world shook.

Mo Chou pursued the murderer alone, traveled 10,000 miles, crossed 300 rivers, and after seven days and seven nights, he finally chased the killer.

The killer is a woman named Lichen.

I don't know what to do, and I go deep. Mo Chou never thought that he would fall in love with a killer, but he did.

The killer never imagined that he would fall in love with a righteous person, and that he was such a well-known righteous celestial pride.

When I first met you, I never thought I would love you so much.

The world is impermanent, and many things can be explained and reasoned clearly, but no one can say a word of love.

There is nothing in love between two men and women in the prime of their youth.

But one of the two of them is a saintess who will inherit the inheritance of the Blood Shadow Building, and the other is a true disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, the leader of the righteous path, and will be in charge of the righteous path authority after a hundred years.

In this way, there is a big problem with the love of two people.

The affairs of the two of them are not to be known to those of the devil's way, nor to those of the righteous path. Because if someone knew that the most talented disciple of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect had fallen in love with a witch for thousands of years, Mo Chou's fate would definitely not be very good;

Although they don't care about themselves, they care about each other a lot. I don't want the other person to get into trouble.

But how can the love of men and women be hidden from those closest to them?

Some love flows from the mouth, some love flows from the hands that inadvertently support the head, and some love flows from the eyes that look into the distance.

There is a person who found the sadness in Lichen's eyes, the love in his eyes, this person is Lichen's sister, who has passed away.

She asked her sister what it was like to love someone.

Lichen told her that to love someone is as if her heart was filled with something, and it was as if her heart had been poached. The taste is indescribable.

My sister asked her, "Sister, can you take me to meet your lover?"

It turned out that my sister had already found out from her sister's eyes that she had a man she liked, and she was curious about what kind of man could make her sister think like this.

Lichen smiled, her sister is her only relative in the world, and it is not a big deal if she finds out, if she betrays herself, she will not have any complaints even if she dies.

So on the next date, Lichen brought his sister with him.

During these three days, the three of them visited the West Lake, climbed Mount Tai, tasted delicious food, and said a lot of things.

Three days later, it was no longer strange that Mo Chou could make his sister think differently.

This year, he passed away at the age of sixteen.

There are many things in the world that can be hidden, but they must not include the love of two people.

The sect master of the Blood Shadow Building and the master of the Lichen sisters accidentally discovered the relationship between Lichen and Mo Chou.

The Lichen sisters were brought up by him, in his eyes, there was no difference between the two and his daughter, the disciples of the Blood Shadow Building could not fall in love with the people who were falling, but his daughter was not among them.

So he acted as if nothing had happened, and sometimes he even had to clean the tails of two confused young men.

The old father was really heartbroken.

He doesn't care, but someone does.

I don't know who is hyping up the love between Lichen and Mochou in the Demon Dao, and the crowd is angry for a while.

Why are everyone so excited? It's not because they're in the Demon Dao and they don't share the same heaven with the righteous path, it's just because Mo Chou doesn't know how many people in the Demon Dao have been killed with one person and one sword over the years.

The Holy Maiden in the Blood Shadow Building, one of the Demon Dao Holy Gates, actually fell in love with Mo Chou? This kind of thing is unbearable for everyone.

What made them even more unbearable was that the owner of the Blood Shadow Mansion pretended not to know about it, so the Demon Dao planned a conspiracy, a conspiracy against Mo Chou, Lichen and the owner of the Blood Shadow Building.

When Mo Chou and Lichen were dating, the Demon Dao gathered twenty-six earth-level powerhouses to besiege and kill the two. The two Heaven Rank powerhouses restrained the owner of the Blood Shadow Building, leaving him with no time to clone.

No matter how talented Mo Chou and Lichen are, they can't withstand the siege and killing of so many earth-level powerhouses.

On that day, blood flowed everywhere.

A ground-level master of the Demon Sound Gate made a pair of water-splitting Emei thorns, and when Mo Chou was fighting fiercely with many good players, his thorns were like ghosts in the dark night, slowly stabbing towards the life gate behind Mo Chou.

This is a killing move that is well controlled at the pinnacle of timing, even if Mo Chou reacts at the last moment, there is no way to break free from the encirclement of the ten ground level masters and return to the back.

But this stab did not stab Mo Chou's life.

Because it stabbed another person, a man who didn't want to pounce on him.

This is a woman, with picturesque eyebrows, and in her eyes there are distant mountains, spring water, the sun and the moon, mountains and rivers, and the man she loves.

Her eyes gradually dimmed, the distant mountains faded, the sun and moon faded, and the mountains and rivers shattered.

Only the man in the center of his eyes is still so clear and so handsome.

Mo Chou didn't know what the meaning of her last glance was, was it sadness, joy, or reluctance?

He only knew that his heart was broken, and the mountains and rivers in his eyes turned bloody with the fall of the woman.

It should indeed be blood-colored, because these twenty-six Demon Dao Rank powerhouses were all killed by him, and the blood stained his white shirt, the creek, and the earth.

He had broken through to the Heavenly Ranks.

But his eyes were still blood-red, and any creature that appeared in front of him had only one way to be killed by him.

At this time, he heard a voice, "Are you going to make a move on me?"

A familiar voice, as if I've heard it somewhere.

It was a little girl's voice, and she repeated the words, "Are you going to make a move on me?"

"Are you going to make a move on me?"

The red glow in Mo Chou's eyes gradually faded, and he heard whose voice it was.

Died.

The girl in front of her looks nine points similar to Lichen, he is Lichen's sister, Lichen's only relative in the world, how can he do something to her?

But she is not away from the dust after all, and she has really moved away from the world and gone to a quiet place.

She has always liked to be quiet.

But I wonder if she will be lonely in that place alone?

Mo Chou turned around indifferently, picked up the corpse that left the dust, and gradually walked away.

There is an extra tomb in the back mountain of the Ten Thousand Swords Sect, and flowers bloom on the tomb.

The flowers are beautiful, just as beautiful as the people lying in them. Degree of literature