That night, Mo Yunkai came back with the snow kite, just when everyone was about to be powerless. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Leng Xiangfan stood outside the door, he sent the bowl of freshly fried life-saving elixir to Yao Muxue's room, and quietly retreated. The two of them haven't seen each other for many days, and it's normal to catch up with the past, so how can he be embarrassed to disturb him more.

In front of the door, by the faint candlelight, he glanced at the sleepy Wuyu in the corner, and at this time, she was sleeping quietly with her eyes slightly closed.

He sighed silently, and with regret, he turned and slammed the door.

Sleep, just go to sleep carefree like this, and there will be no pain......

In his heart, he said this to Wuyou.

Early the next morning, the commotion in Qinglian Pavilion made everyone panic.

When he arrived, he saw Yao Muxue lying in Mo Yunkai's arms with a white face, the corners of his mouth were stained with blood, and he knew at a glance that his qi was exhausted.

And the child who should have died stood beside Yao Muxue's bed.

Leng Xiangfan frowned, and he knew what was going on at a glance.

That woman actually gave her life-saving elixir to an unrelated child. Leng Xiangfan moved the corners of her mouth, I don't know if it was sarcasm or aphasia, there is such a stupid woman in the world.

On the other side, the usually indifferent and ruthless Heaven Lord, his eyes turned red from anxiety and helplessness.

The woman he cared about so much didn't choose to continue to live and stay by his side in the end.

Because that woman knows very well that even if she can continue her life, she can only be a useless waste.

She didn't want to cause a burden to Mo Yunkai, so she chose to give up herself and choose to let another person live instead of her......

Mo Yunkai was so angry that he almost killed Wu You, but was stopped by Yao Muxue.

Leng Xiangfan took advantage of the situation to protect Wuyou behind him, he obviously felt that Mo Yunkai had infinite hatred for Wuyou, and at the same time, he also felt sorry for Yao Muxue.

However, there was a hint of joy in his heart......

Is it because there is no seclusion?

He didn't know.

But he could feel that the warmth of his palms was no longer just cold, and when she held his hand, there was a faint warmth in it......

Two days later, Mo Yunkai took the two protectors of Lihingtian, Hua Rongying and Lou Shaojin, and led the Seven Flowers to destroy all the personnel of Tsing Yi Sect overnight.

Not even a single bird was spared inside and out, and the bright red blood stretched from the inside to the outside of the alley.

The government once sent people to investigate for three days, but still did not find any clues, and in the end it could only be dealt with in the name of robber invasion, and it was over.

After Yao Muxue died, she was buried by the lotus pond of Lord Qinglian, which was her favorite place during her lifetime.

From that day on, no one lived in the huge Qinglian Pavilion.

And that, the woman who was as pure as a lotus flower, sleeps there forever, and will watch the flowers bloom one after another.

It was the depths of winter, and the sky was overcast with snow, which froze the green lotus pond and spread a thick layer of silver on it.

A man in a black shirt stands alone in front of a simple tomb with a blue and white umbrella in his hand, and an umbrella just blocks the snowflakes that fall on the tombstone.

Mo Yunkai looked at the font on the tombstone, looking at it so affectionately, as if he was looking at a lover in another life, his eyes were full of true feelings, but he was silent.

A young man in white walked slowly, with an eternal smile on his face, making it impossible to see his true intentions.

"Did the lord give Wuyou to Hua Rongying to torture her to death to vent his hatred?"

Leng Xiangfan asked lightly, the person next to him who was as cold as ice.

Mo Yunkai snorted coldly, "She can't get out of the Seven Flowers, so don't think that she can survive in Lihuatian." ”

"But she is still a child, and Yao Muxue's death is not what she wants....."

"You're here to intercede for her?" Mo Yunkai interrupted him and asked coldly.

"Not really."

"Then you are here to resign...... Mo Yunkai continued to guess Leng Xiangfan's intentions, "Now that it's time to let you go." ”

He spoke coldly, but his eyes never took off the tombstone in front of him.

"No, I've decided to stay." Leng Xiangfan said suddenly.

When Mo Yunkai heard this, he shifted his gaze to the young man in white

A sneer flashed in his eyes, "This is really unexpected, you want to stay, is it just for that child?" ”

"Maybe." He replied without concealment.

"Very good, you have to go, I will not stop you. If you want to stay, I will have one more ghost doctor descendant from Hate Tian, so I am naturally very welcome. ”

Mo Yunkai's sneer was mixed with a hint of danger, "But you remember, if you stay today, if you regret it later, I'm afraid there won't be that room......"

"I know what I'm doing, thank you Lord for making it happen." Leng Xiangfan ignored Mo Yunkai's threat, and his smile deepened.

"Well, I hope you really won't regret your choice today." Mo Yunkai brushed Leng Xiangfan indifferently, gently placed the umbrella in his hand on the edge of the tomb, and left the sad place with his sleeves.

Leng Xiangfan stood alone in the snow, he looked at the tombstone in front of him, and a little pity flashed in his eyes.

"You worked hard to save Wuyou, but Wuyou suffered because of your hard work, who is wrong with all this......" The soft words were carried by the wind and snow, and disappeared without a trace.

He didn't know why he wanted to stay.

Perhaps, from the moment he stepped into the Drunken Moon Tower, his fate had been intertwined with this darkness.