Chiffon didn't know what was flashing in his head, and it was as blank as a blank piece of paper. His eyes were only the beloved woman with pools of blood on the ground, tears were astringent, he didn't know how he walked over, his feet were as heavy as lead, and he preferred to believe that everything in front of him was not real.

Just went out to complete the task, why did the person who was originally indifferent to him become a wooden person who couldn't speak, laugh, or move in a blink of an eye. Slowly walked over, unconsciously pushed away the woman who hurt her, and gently hugged her into his arms, this was the first time he really hugged her, felt her real, but he didn't expect her body to be as cold as his heart.

Pain, no pain, only endless numbness!

Liu Moxi choked back tears, looking at Chi Feng who was holding Feng Yao, his face seemed to be tired after ten years of age, and he hesitated to speak: "Chi Fung, the festival mourns and changes!" ”

"She's not dead!" The sudden roar made Liu Moxi stunned for a moment, and Chifeng hugged Feng Yao tightly, staring at the silent person with his eyes longingly, but the words were said to Liu Moxi. "Liu Moxi, it's you again, it's you who killed her. If it weren't for your appearance, Feng Yao wouldn't have taken his life to persuade his master, it's all you...... It's all you! Madly murmuring with endless grief, her slender fingers gently brushed the blood from the corners of her lips, revealing a pale face.

Liu Moxi didn't reply, biting her lip. Although it was not Feng Yao who she killed with her own hands, she knew that she had indirectly harmed her, her eyes gradually dimmed, and a thousand words only turned into one sentence, I'm sorry!

"I'm sorry!" Qi Feng put down Feng Yao, and quickly grabbed Liu Moxi's neck with his big hand, his eyes exuding a powerful killing intent. "Even if you have thousands of sorrys, you can't get her life back!"

Miao Miao saw Liu Moxi's gradually pale face, and pulled away the hard pliers hard. "Let it go, this is not to blame Niangniang, it is Lord Feng Yao who was killed by the emperor!" In a hurry, the mouth said it quickly. A little strength is like a tickle in front of Chi Feng, and it has no effect at all.

It's just that Miao Miao's words made Chi Feng startled, what, it was Yao'er who was killed by the master! Why! Instant grief crawled all over Chi Feng's handsome face, and he let go of Liu Moxi indifferently. Without saying a word, he quickly turned around, gently hugged Feng Yao, curled his thin lips, and looked in a trance: "Yao'er, let's go where you want to go, find a place with beautiful mountains and rivers, and only the two of us!" The whispers were like the whispers between lovers, and the heavy steps disappeared into the night.

Liu Moxi pursed her lips, she understands the pain of chifon, on the one hand, she is the person she loves the most, and on the other hand, she is the master who has been loyal for ten years, out of loyalty, she endures the pain but can't go to the master for revenge, and leaving is the best.

Ben was still immersed in grief and confusion, and suddenly, Liu Moxi felt a burst of pain in her stomach, her face was pale, and she was confused, and the pain was like flesh being stripped from her stomach, because of her weakness, she finally fainted in pain. I could only hear Miao Miao's last panicked voice: "Flow...... Bleeding! Call the Imperial Doctor! ”

The cool wind blew in from the window with a cold feeling, and I vaguely heard the sound of the window closing, and there seemed to be a pair of warm hands on my face caressing, very comfortable, just like my mother's hand, something was stuffed into my mouth, and it melted in my mouth. A whisper slammed into his ear like a feather: "Liu'er, what should I do with you!" It seems to be sighing, it seems to be helpless, and there is a strong love.

Gently call in my heart: Is Xue Yan you? I miss you so much, I want to see you! Don't get married, okay? The person who came seemed to hear Liu Moxi's call, and there was a trace of bitterness in his tone: "Liu'er, why don't I want to be with you, it's just that some things finally separate us, promise me, I am for you, take good care of our children, you have to know ......"

"I love you, and if you leave me, I will follow you, like butterflies, although they have a short life, they cannot stop their freedom. But now, no, since you provoked me, you will be responsible to the end! Take good care of your body, for me and for our children! ”

The tireless murmuring between the whispers, she didn't know what to say in the back, she only felt that her eyelids couldn't be lifted heavily, but she wanted to get close to the warmth, and finally the powerful tiredness struck, and she was unconscious unconsciously.

The mountain peaks are standing tall, and the clouds and mist are like a dragon swimming in the sky, and the cold wind is full of ears, mercilessly smashing on his face, scraping away his white skin. Nangong Mei didn't seem to feel anything, and looked at her hands blankly.

What's he doing! What did he do!

Raising his hand, it was as slender as jade, but the shallow wound on the palm of his hand did not match it, and the special wound was bleeding endlessly, and the blood was not red, but black like ink. The wound was small, but the bleeding couldn't stop.

It's just a wound on the branch that sobers yourself up, runs, and scratches.

Tilting his head, his hand gently attached to his chest, there was a dull pain, pulling the surrounding blood vessels, and it also hurt! His thin body was swaying in the cold wind, looking at the torn cliff mouth under the mountain, he wanted to jump down for a moment, so that there would be no more pain?

But there is unwillingness in his heart, what it is, he doesn't know what he is unwilling to do.

"Demon, he is a demon, you see that his eyes are purple, it must be a demon born!"

"Look at him, he has a pair of different eyes, he was born and killed his mother, and I don't know who he wants to kill next time! Stay away from him and be careful of being beaten! ”

"Don't let me see that evil seed, lock him in the cold palace, and never let him out!"

The ears are filled with the most desolate childhood that makes people taste all kinds of desolation in the world, Nangong Mei hooked her lips and smiled, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes, but a kind of irony, irony of her failed life.

"I'm not a wicked seed, and I'm not a demon!" The weak voice of a small child. "What you have done to me will be repaid!" The more he thought about it, it seemed that there was a demon in front of him who was holding the net he had woven to cover him, pressing him out of breath, and the suppressed resentment in his heart suddenly erupted, and the purple eyes that were originally clear instantly turned into a demonic red, and the black hair danced wildly, and now he was like a Shura from hell.

Yawang Mansion, Nangong Ya foreshadowed in front of the desk, the soft light hit his gentle face, and what flashed in his eyes was a different seriousness and gentleness. At this time, a tall figure appeared in front of him, like a wind, without any sound, and even Nangong Ya, who was immersed in memories, did not notice this person.

After a long time of finishing a painting, she is a woman who is full of confidence and has a beautiful appearance that captivates the country and the city, and she is dressed in red clothes to make her even more beautiful, with crooked eyebrows and eyes, as if she is thinking about something and happy.

Put the good fragrant wood brush on the pen case, and move the lower muscles. When I looked up, I found that there was a person standing in front of him, and when I saw his face clearly, I was slightly surprised: "It's you?" ”