One hundred days, although there is the hardship of training, but there is also his care and gentleness, thinking of his time for her, without saying goodbye, she was moved to tears. When he said goodbye, he had grown from a Tianyuan Realm genius to a peerless Tianjiao, and he originally thought that the relationship between the two would be estranged, but no, he was still so gentle. And she was happy to see him again.

But seeing him again, it seemed to be a farewell, watching the moment he jumped into the burial abyss, Mu Xinglan felt that her heart was going to die, the pain seemed to be suffocating, and what he took away was not only his own affection, but also her heart. At that time, she secretly hated herself, why was she not strong enough, if she was strong enough, could she still let people force him to kill?

secretly hated her cowardice, and at the last moment she still didn't dare to say her heart and express her emotions, which made her unable to forgive herself. But now, he was in front of him, he could feel his powerful heartbeat, that familiar breath, Mu Xinglan cried with joy.

After a long time, Mu Xinglan raised her head from Mingmo's arms, looking at the clothes on Mingmo's chest that were soaked with her tears, her face was like a peach, her heart was shy, and she was still too excited. "Xiaomo, you're really alive, that's great. Mu Xinglan raised her head, looked at the gentle face of Ming Mo, and said softly, I don't know why, her heart is beating fast.

"Hehe, does Sister Xinglan really want me to die?"

Ming Mo looked at Mu Xinglan and asked rhetorically, with a hint of banter in his tone.

"Don't talk nonsense, of course I want you to live. ”

After listening to Ming Mo's words, Mu Xinglan's face changed, and her expression explained eagerly, and the tears in her eyes that had not yet dried welled up again.

Seeing Mu Xinglan's expression, Ming Mo's heart trembled, she never thought that she would care so much about herself, stretched out her palm, gently wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and said softly: "No one can take my life, unless I want to die, but I can't die, I have to come back and come back to see you." ”

Feeling Ming Mo's gentle movements and soft words, Mu Xinglan's heart trembled, and then she stretched out her hand, grabbed Ming Mo's palm, put his palm on her face, and said softly: "I knew, I knew that you would not die, do you know, at that time, you protected me for a hundred days, but only for ninety-nine days, you left, you didn't even give me a chance to say goodbye, you bastard, in the Hades Temple, you jumped into the burial abyss like that, do you know how much my heart hurts?

When Mu Xinglan heard this, she couldn't keep calm anymore, and cried bitterly in Ming Mo's arms, while crying, she kept beating Ming Mo's chest with her small fist. And Ming Mo smiled bitterly and let Mu Xinglan vent.

Finally, Mu Xinglan, who had cried enough, finally stopped crying, but silently lay in Ming Mo's arms, motionless.

"Sister Xinglan, it's not that I didn't say goodbye, didn't I leave you a letter? Besides, your strength will be restored the next day, and there is no point in staying by your side any longer, you will definitely have to leave, I was a minor cultivator of the Heavenly Source Realm at that time, and I was not qualified to leave you. ”

Seeing Mu Xinglan lying on his chest, Ming Mo said softly: "Besides, jumping into the Burial Abyss is also a last resort, the situation at that time is sure to die, it is completely helpless." ”

After listening to Ming Mo's words, Mu Xinglan suddenly got up and left Ming Mo's embrace, and there was already an extra folded piece of paper in her hand, which was the letter that Ming Mo left to Mu Xinglan.

"Xiaomo, do you know? I have been carrying this letter closely, for four years, every time I think of you, I will take out the letter and look at it, the time I spent with you was the happiest time in my life. ”

Mu Xinglan said, hugged Ming Mo again, looked at Ming Mo with a tender face, and said: "I don't allow you to belittle yourself, what I like is your person, not your strength and status, and with your talent, it should be that I am not worthy of you." ”