His voice was a little sad to the bone, and it passed by him in a hurry, leaving no one to answer him this time, and finally no one was willing to answer him......

The soft wind seemed to blow into his heart, blowing cold all over his body, laughing at his past delusion and stupidity.

Childhood sweethearts, the two have no guesses. We share joys and sorrows, but we can't come to the bitterness.

But two people who are in the same affliction cannot go hand in hand and share in wealth.

Mo Yixiao recalled like this, always with a sweet and sad expression on his face, his gentle eyes looked at the tombstone in front of him gently, and finally turned around and left after sitting quietly for a long time.

As long as there is war, there will be bloodshed, there will be sacrifices.

Left, the once simple time can never come back......

When Zichuan Bingyue left, it was already three months later, and the two children got along very well with him, and the uncle screamed, looking extremely reluctant.

Before leaving, Zichuan Bingyue gave the jade pendant in his hand and cut it in half, and taught it to Mo Yan and Mo Li.

Mo Lian looked at Zichuan Bingyue's actions in surprise, the wayward little ghost in the past was indifferent, just smiled at Mo Lian, and said flatly, "This is the blood jade that my mother has blessed, let Xiao Yan and Xiao Li take them, they will definitely bless them." ”