The silent years passed in a snap of a finger, and ten years were like a dream full of bloodlight and darkness. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In early summer, the green lotus pond is full of lotus flowers, and the elegant fragrance blends into the dripping rain, hitting the weak shoulders of the woman in white.

She looked silently at the tombstone in front of her, isolated in the rain.

The rain that flew hit her beautiful face, and she couldn't tell whether it was tears or rain.

The young child ten years ago has long been dyed with the wind and frost of the world, and between his eyebrows, there is no longer the immaturity and smile that should be in the cardamom years.

Ten years have endowed her with endless bitterness and incalculable blood.

Ten years have made her forget whether she is still alive.

A plain umbrella moved lightly to cover the rain that fell on her, and there seemed to be some haze in her moving eyes.

"Let's go back, I'll catch a cold for a while."

Leng Xiangfan was dressed in a plain robe, with long dark hair slightly pulled, and his elegant and handsome face had long since lost the youthful spirit of the year.

There is still a warm smile on his face, and it has never changed.

It's just that only in front of her will his smile be a little more sincere.

Wuyou turned around and looked at him, his expression was as indifferent as snow, and he couldn't see any clues between his eyebrows.

After so many years, she has come through the bloody storm and has long learned how to hide herself.

"It would be nice if I could stay here forever......"

She crouched down, arms around her knees, and buried her head deep in her arms like a wayward child, until she was out of sight.

"Okay, I'll stay with you a little longer......" He stood like that, umbrella in hand, to keep out the cold and silky drizzle for her. Let her squat in front of the tomb like that, holding herself, silently.

Half an hour passed, she straightened up, stretched, and then turned to look at him with a smile on her face.

"You're the only one in the world who pampers me so much, let's go back, there's still a lot of work to be done in the building......" she said, as if refreshed.

Leng Xiangfan nodded, looking at her smile, it was so simple and clean, like the shadow of someone who had appeared in a dream.

He couldn't tell what he was staying here for, he always overlapped the figures of Wuyou and Xiangning, and in the past ten years, it seemed that as long as he could see her, he felt that he was still alive.

But now, Xiang Ning's appearance has gradually faded, and what remains in his memory seems to be only one name, and that vague past.

The rest, it's all her.

Back at the Zuiyue Tower, Mo Yunkai summoned all the leaders of the various branches of the capital, and everyone was present to listen to the instructions.

Leng Xiangfan and Wuyou arrived at the end, and then stood silently in their respective positions.

The whole hall was silent and there was no sound of breathing, it was as quiet as stagnant water.

Leng Xiangfan secretly looked at Wuyou, but she was surprisingly quiet like everyone else.

He knew that where Mo Yunkai was, she had always been quiet, even if she had spent ten years living for the person who hated her, and had climbed to the position of the second place away from the hateful sky, she was still quiet.

Because she just wants that one day, she can return everything she owed Yao Muxue to him, even her life......

But how could he let her die, and if she died, what should she live for......

Therefore, he spared no effort to stay by her side.

At the very least, he can protect her life and death, and protect her thoroughly, instead of watching her fall into the darkness step by step and be powerless......

Ten years ago, he had already lost once, and there was nothing he could do.

Ten years later, he didn't want to lose a second time.

Wuyou is a very smart person, although he is a daughter, he is much stronger than most of the people in the organization. She once said that if you want to survive in hell, you must not give yourself a chance to live......

I remember that when she said this, she was very calm, and there was no softness at all that a normal daughter's home should have. Since then, he has felt that Wuyou is different.

She is not as powerful as anyone else, otherwise, she would not have taken the position of the little master.

At the end of the discussion, everyone dispersed, and in the end, only a few Dharma protectors remained.

Leng Xiangfan stood aside silently, and he knew without asking him that the reason for the lord's explanation, Wu You, I am afraid that he had already guessed a rough idea.

It's just that he never thought that Wu Youhui would go to seek death alone.

A few days later, Wuyou took the black-clothed people on a mission.

Hide it from everyone, including Leng Xiangfan, but also the lord Mo Yunkai.

The only person in the know was Shangguan Yu, and he was still not at ease in the end, and finally told the truth.

After listening to Shangguan Yu's report, Mo Yunkai's face changed on the spot, ignoring everyone present, and he walked out of the meeting hall directly.

Leng Xiangfan saw it in his eyes, and a worried heart finally calmed down.

He knew that he didn't need to move to save Wuyou, even if she was bent on death, how could Mo Yunkai let her get her wish.

He has been silently away from the hateful sky for ten years, and he has already seen through many things that he can't tell the truth......

Mo Yunkai hated Wuyou for so many years because of Yao Muxue's death, but he also let Wuyou live for so many years.

That lonely and ruthless Lord of the Heavens, he can't count it even if he doesn't count it, and he will have feelings for a person who has hated him for ten years.

Since he couldn't stop his arrogant and indifferent heart, how could he be willing to let her die so easily......