The sword light cut off the golden light, cutting off half of the power of that blow, and finally saved Moyin Bao'er's life. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 However, what made Zhang Zhou a little concerned was that at the moment of the knife, there seemed to be a resistance in front of him. If it weren't for that resistance, he should have been able to strike faster, blocking the power of that golden light even more......

Such a thought only circulated in Zhang Zhou's mind for a short while, and then it blurred. Zhang Zhou silently withdrew the slashed Night Long Knife, inserted it into the flesh and blood, and restored it in his body, then quietly retreated from Moyin Bao'er's side. He knew that at this time, he shouldn't interrupt out loud.

It's just a matter of two seconds. Before Wang Yue's roar was over, he had already retired and returned to Li Ai's side. Moyin Bao'er, who was looking at Wang Yue sadly, faced Wang Yue who was still roaring wildly.

Not long after he returned to Li Ai's side, Wang Yue's somewhat crazy roar slowly stopped, and there was no more sound. And I don't know if it was his delusion, at the end of that roar, it seemed to suddenly become sad and desperate. Zhang Zhou shook his head, and his eyes unconsciously glanced at Li Ai beside him. After becoming a companion with her, I seem to have learned a little bit of her powerful abilities.

However, although he sensed some clues, he was not sure. In comparison, Li Ai is sure of eight points. Feeling the sadness and despair in Wang Yue's roar, Li Ai pursed his lips silently, trying to suppress the wisp of joy in his eyes. She knew that what she wanted to do, it was done!

Although it didn't go according to her plan, or even completely unexpected it, the end result was that she succeeded...... Moreover, it was far better than the best she had expected. She quietly breathed a sigh of relief, and the tremendous pressure that had been pressing on her heart for these days was dissipated in an instant. In that case, you should be able to get enough information, right? In this case, Zhang Zhou should be able to be freed from that fate, right? She thought about it like this, but she unconsciously glanced at Wang Yue, who was standing in place again, and woke up a little, with a little more confusion in her eyes.

The look of confusion on his face and the sadness and despair shown before made Li Ai more sure of his guess. Perhaps, this time the incident was the existence that made Moyin Bao'er jealous, that is, the guy who threatened Zhang Zhou's life. If that's the case, maybe she'll get a lot more than she thought this time......

What Li Ai can think of, Moyin Bao'er can naturally think of. When that ray of golden light crashed into her body, she felt some kind of revenge, and in addition to that, there was another trace of power, which belonged to this city.

However, these traces did not reduce the sadness in her heart by any point. Because what made her suffer was that his heart developed a feeling of hatred for her...... Without these abominations, how could those powers be possible?

She suddenly remembered the omen of the shattered mirror in the morning. How could she have guessed that the source of the death would be him? Her heart was dead for a moment. Everything in the field of vision fades, fades to black and white, and then is churned together into a borderless gray.

In that gray, she looked at Wang Yue, who had dissipated the sadness and despair that belonged to Yan Gu, and gradually woke up from the confusion, and the pain in her eyes became more and more intense. And this made the scarlet blood stain on the corner of her mouth even more poignant.

Wang Yue, who gradually woke up from his confusion, finally remembered what he had done. The moment he came back to his senses, his eyes, which had been staring in the direction where Moyin Bao'er was, made him immediately notice the dazzling blood stain on the corner of Moyin Bao'er's mouth. He glanced at the blood stains on the corner of Moyin Bao'er's mouth in a daze, and then mechanically lowered his head and glanced at the old sachet lying on his palm...... The next moment, he exclaimed, hurriedly threw away the sachet, took a few steps back, and avoided the sachet far away.

He raised his eyes at a loss, glanced at Moyin Bao'er, who was still looking at him with a sad gaze, and took two steps back in a hurry, but he almost fell down the stairs at the edge of the small square.

"Why?" Looking at him who had finally stabilized his footing, Mo Yin Bao'er, who forcibly suppressed the desire to hold him, finally couldn't help but ask out loud. Her voice was full of confusion and pain, which made Wang Yue can't help but lower his eyes, avoiding her gaze, not daring to look at her.

"I ...... I ......" He struggled to answer Moyin Bao'er's question, but in the end, he couldn't say anything, and finally he could only close his mouth and stagger his gaze slightly. Facing him cowering like this, the pain in Mo Yin Bao'er's eyes became even more intense. is also rich, and there is a look of disappointment.

Although he staggered his gaze, Wang Yue still unconsciously paid attention to her with the corner of his eye. After seeing the deep disappointment in her eyes, he suddenly felt a surge of anger in his heart. And the object of that anger was not her, but himself. He suddenly realized that he was very concerned about her gaze. He didn't have time to think about what that meant, and he screamed in the heat of his rage.

"I'm Wang Yue! I'm not lonely! He roared loudly, and his eyes suddenly turned red. Everything in Wang Yue belongs to me, and everything in Yangu also belongs to me, but I only need to be Wang Yue! My parents, my friends, my lovers, everything about me is just everything for Wang Yue! I can't be a lonely......" He clenched his fists and roared at Moyin Bao'er, his thin body trembling unconsciously in such a hoarse roar.

"Why did you show up, why did you force me to become Yangu, why did you force me to think of those things, why did you make me more and more unable to let go of everything about Yangu......" he asked angrily, tears rolling down his red eyes.

"However, the promises of life and life, and the vows of long-term companionship, these are only about words...... Even in this life, you found me, only for Yan Gu, for the death of the one in the previous life, I will never be able to become Yan Gu! His face was red with excitement and he screamed heartbreaking words.

"I want to be Wang Yue, but I can't give up the love that belongs to Yan Gu! But you only love to be lonely! I can only choose, choose to be Wang Yue or love you...... I struggled between my parents, relatives and friends and you, and finally chose to be Wang Yue. But why, why do you still refuse to give up when I have already made a choice, when I have decided to forget you? His struggle, his hesitation, his pain, were all evident in this roar. The catastrophe he faced was far beyond anyone's imagination.

"Obviously Yan Gu is dead, obviously the person in your field of vision is Wang Yue, why...... Why is it that every time you look at me, you are looking at another person? He questioned incoherently, but he inadvertently said the most subtle jealousy and desire in his heart. And at this time, Moyin Bao'er realized the real reason why he ran away from her; Only then did he realize that he had actually been paying attention to her.

"I ......" she opened her mouth, wanting to explain, wanting to open her mouth to tell him that she had never had that idea from the beginning, she only loved 'him', Yan Gu and Wang Yue were originally the same person...... But when the words came to her lips, she didn't have the strength to say them.

Is that really what you think in your heart? Didn't you look for the shadow of Yan Gu in him? Until now, is the person in my heart really Wang Yue, not Yan Gu? She couldn't answer. She smiled, and all the sadness and disappointment in her eyes shattered. Obviously, when he was looking at him, he was thinking about another person, what position did he have to question him?

"I'm just Wang Yue," Yes, you are Wang Yue, you are not the shadow of Yan Gu. It was me who was wrong, and I was wrong all along......

"Those promises, those vows, belong to Yangu, not to me...... Yes, those are the promises and oaths I made with Yangu, and they have nothing to do with you or Wang Yue.

"What you are chasing is the promises and vows you made with Yan Gu. So, you love Yan Gu, not me. "Yes, I'm chasing...... I love ......

Wang Yue closed his eyes, lifted his sleeves vigorously, wiped the tears on his cheeks vigorously, and then resolutely turned around and said word by word, "You love Yangu, you don't love me." ”

Yes, she loves Yan Gu, she doesn't love me. He resolutely left, step by step out of the sight of Moyin Bao'er, who was standing in place. And when he walked out of the school gate and hid his figure behind the wall, he raised his palm and clenched the shirt on his chest hard. There, pain was rampant.

She loved Yan Gu, not him...... It turned out that before he knew it, he had fallen into the mud......

Mo Yin Bao'er's eyes were in a trance. It turns out that everything I have done these days is based on such reasons...... Why is this so? She...... Is it wrong?

She's not wrong. Is it wrong for her to chase after her beloved and fulfill her promise for the rest of her life? Is that his mistake? He wasn't wrong either. He just doesn't want to be the shadow of Yan Gu, what's wrong with that? No one is wrong, but in the end, it turned out to be like this...... Something must be wrong......

But what's wrong? She looked up at the increasingly gloomy sky overhead with her godless eyes, a sad look in her eyes. She had a feeling that she had to figure out the answer to that question. Only by thinking about this can she be able to stand in front of him again.

She suddenly covered her mouth and coughed violently before she stopped. She slowly let go of her palm, staring at the bright red blood stains flowing down the palm lines in her palm, and her dead eyes were full of broken marks. She silently clenched her palms, clutching the blood stains tightly in her palms.