Lan Ling smiled and walked away, he covered his heart, the place seemed to be empty, or rather, numb. When it hurts so much that it can't hurt anymore, it's better to be so persistent at the beginning, as if he has seen through everything, and nothing or anything can make his heart feel anything anymore.

Lan Ling sent someone to observe the movement of Xiyue's forehead, he wanted to know everything about Lu Dao Xiyue, he wanted to know what Lu Dao Xiyue was doing all the time.

He himself knew that even if he walked away in style, but, undoubtedly, he lost, and he lost very embarrassed.

Even if you ask for Xiyue there, what will you do in the future? Imprisoning Xiyue by his side as the master? No, it only made him more unbearable, and it only made Hee-yue hate him even more. So, he doesn't want to.

He didn't want to forcibly keep Xiyue by his side as a master or a general. Even if he can't get Xiyue, even if the position of this heart becomes so empty from now on, he doesn't want Xiyue to frown!

When Lan Ling was immersed in his thoughts, the carriage stopped. He got out of the carriage and entered the palace.

Lan Ling tiredly walked into the dormitory and leaned on the soft couch. His eyes looked blankly at the entire dormitory. Blue tones, soothing colors, so refreshing. But for what, his heart is not as blue as this.

He pressed his temples tiredly, and couldn't help but think of the scene when he and Hee-wol wanted to see each other.

More than a hundred years ago. Remembering that day, the wind and the sun were beautiful, Lan Ling wore a heavy blue robe, put on an animal skin cloak, and went to the holy mountain with the king and all the ministers. The only mountain on the entire continent, the Holy Mountain, is covered with snow all year round that will never melt, just like the sins they carry.

On that day, all people were sinners, everyone was guilty, and they would never be forgiven.

God ordained that all people will be reincarnated in repentance. The sins embedded in the soul cannot be liberated even at the end of life.

Because of the heavy snowfall, the carriage could not move forward, so all the ministers went up the mountain on foot, including the supreme king. This has been the case for more than 300 years.

Jewel-encrusted booties creaked on the thick snow. Along the way, there was the sound of snow being trampled.

When I arrived at the top of the mountain, I saw a snow-white top of the holy mountain, a red and delicate flower. It was more than 300 years ago, the blood of that holy woman, dripping here, blooming, until after the woman's death, her blood turned into a delicate flower. For more than 300 years, it has been open and has never withered.

The king and his servants knelt down on a carpet of red velvet and gilded edges, and in front of them was the flower. They kneel on one knee with their left hand on the ground and their left hand on their chest as a sign of repentance.

The confessional ceremony lasted for three hours, during which all of them remained motionless and knelt on the ground. The plush carpet was soaked, and the icy cold water seeped into the costume, and it was cold to the bone.

Got up, bowed to the flowers, turned around, led by the king, and the ministers followed the king, and descended the mountain step by step with difficulty.

Halfway up the mountain, Lan Ling faintly saw a piece of snow white and a piece of red. Lan Ling raised his vigilance and stared at it uncomfortably. It may be that the people of the Night Rabbit clan came to invade the king. Lan Ling thought, and a cloud of blue smoke secretly gathered in his hand.

"Hmm." A groan pierced through, and the owner of the voice seemed to be in pain.

The smoke in Lan Ling's hand suddenly turned into a long sword, and Sensen's cold air and sword aura were overwhelming.

However, someone was one step ahead of Lan Ling. I saw the night sacrifice general, who was dressed in a silver-white robe and a white cloak, stepped forward and asked the king for instructions.

"My king, do you want to capture that man?" The Night Sacrifice fell to one knee. With the words of the night sacrifice, it was obvious that all the ministers present were aware that there was a person lying there.

Wang Luo nodded. The king's expression was quite tired. Not only the body, but also the heart. For today is the day of the woman's death.

Lan Ling stood by and watched as the Night Sacrifice captured the man.

The Night Priest's white-gloved hand lifted the man gently. and set it before the king.

The man was unconscious, he had an extremely delicate face, long silver hair, and extremely delicate skin, so white that he did not look like a human, but his face was a little blue. There was a lot of blood stains on his face. The slender body is there, and a tattered kaftan can only play a role in covering the body.

In such a cold holy mountain, the boy shivered with cold. When he was unconscious, he kept talking in his mouth, and his voice was full of fear. "Don't come here...... Let go, let go...... I'm not going...... Don't touch my ......"

The boy on the ground huddled in a ball.

It makes people feel pity in this way, but all the ministers present have seen the bloody wind and snow, and none of them have pity for the young man on the ground, and the only thing they have is vigilance.

Wang waved his hand tiredly, "Deqi." ”

Deqi stepped forward and knelt down on one knee before the king. "Yes, my king."

Deqi got up, pinched the young man's jaw, opened the small suitcase he was carrying, and among the many pills, he took out a red pill and stuffed it into the young man's mouth.

The pill melted in the boy's mouth, and the boy muttered his life story as if in a dream.

"Who are you?" Wang asked.

"My name is Hee-yue." The boy muttered in reply.

"How old are you?" The king then asked.

The boy shook his head, his pretty eyes staring blankly at the snow on the ground. "I don't know what to do."

"Why are you here?"

"When I went out with Li and Mu to look for food, suddenly a group of people dressed very beautifully and gorgeously stood in front of us, and I raised my head curiously. They looked at me in amazement, and there was a hint of amazement in their eyes. After that, they had my men arrest me, tie my hands and feet with ropes the thickness of my thumb, and tell them to hold me down. I haven't reacted yet, hazy. When he came to his senses, he was tied up and could not move, except that he heard the man standing in front of him say to himself, 'Sell him to the slave market, and it is estimated that he will be sold for a lot of money.' He looked at himself, his eyes full of greedy desire......

He struggled in fear, kept calling for Lihe Mu, Lihe Mu looked at those people in horror, took a few steps back, and turned around and fled. No one came to save him, and he gradually saw that most people in the world were greedy for life and afraid of death, so he did not have any hope.

Only then did the man standing in front realize that there were two more people and ordered them to be arrested.

Before he ran away from He Mu, he was caught. The man pinched Li's chin with one hand, and there was a dazzling scar on Li's face, and the originally delicate face became hideous.

The man looked at Mu's appearance again, and was so frightened that he retreated one after another. Mu doesn't have a nose, Mu's nose was slashed off at the beginning, and now Mu is like a yaksha.

The man wiped his hands with white brocade in disgust, and a mouthful of water hit Mu's face, "There is no good color." ”

After that, you have to take him away......