The temple was very quiet, Tu'an was left by Chu Sheng to take care of Mo Qinglan due to his leg inconvenience, but he was driven out by Mo Chen, and more than 100 of them slept outside the broken temple all night.

It's too much, is the broken temple your family's!

Tuan shrank in the leeward and thought indignantly, the morning breeze seemed to be cool, Tuan muttered a few more words and shrank his whole body in to continue to sleep.

And Mochen was busy all night.

Mo Qinglan only fainted after he was awake for a while when he came back, and Mo Chen began to pull out the feather arrow on Mo Qinglan's shoulder and clean the wound after he entered the door and said a few words to Chu Sheng.

After finishing his work, he told Chu Sheng the complete retreat plan, and then stayed by Mo Qinglan's side.

Her face was pale, her thin lips pursed, and her long eyelashes trembling, suggesting that she was being troubled by something in her sleep.

Mo Chen stretched out his hand to brush away a few strands of broken hair on her forehead, which were soaked with sweat and carried a woman's unique cold body fragrance.

His movements were not gentle, and even deliberately increased the force, which made Mo Qinglan wake up for the first time, and when she woke up, she clearly felt a sense of relief, and the mania in her eyes gradually disappeared as she adapted to the sight in front of her.

"You're awake." Mochen smiled warmly.

He came back at night and said this, but Mo Qinglan fainted without even lifting his eyelids, let alone saying a word.

"Wake up." Mo Qinglan exhaled heavily, as if all the dangers of yesterday were just a dream, and they were doing the most ordinary greetings.

She wanted to get up, and her arm was gently pinned.

"Don't move, be careful of the wound opening." Mo Chen said softly, pointing to Mo Qinglan's shoulder, and the black clothes that had been cut by the knife revealed a white gauze stained with a little blood.

"It's fine." Mo Qinglan waved his hand and insisted on getting up.

"No, listen to me this time. You don't care for your body, I will take care of it for you. Even with such an unhappy tone, he said it gently.

Mo Qinglan was stunned, his black and white eyes looked at Mo Chen, and then said quietly:

"I'm going to the toilet, can you do it for me?"

"......" Mo Chen's face suddenly turned black, and then he turned red, and paused:

"That'...... You're still wounded, and I'll help you...... to the outside. ”

When Mo Chen spoke awkwardly, Mo Qinglan himself had already gotten up, and when he heard him say this, he shook his head and said lightly:

"It's fine. It's nothing. ”

This little injury is nothing, compared to the life and death she has experienced, compared to their betrayal of her, this little injury is nothing at all!

One sentence plunged the originally soothing atmosphere into another emotion again, depressed, desperate, stagnant, and tenacious......

Mo Chen sighed in his heart and put the gray cloth bag leaning on the head of the bed on his shoulder, the length of the cloth bag was more than seventy centimeters, and the contents made it difficult for Mo Chen to walk.

He followed behind Mo Qinglan and watched her walk out, her pace slow and steady, never looking back step by step, and not stumbling and falling.

Standing at the gate of the ruined temple, Mo Chen's footsteps finally stopped, and he watched Mo Qinglan walk towards the woods until he was obscured by the big tree.

"Qinglan, ah......" The whisper that was low to the dust escaped from his lips, and the fingers holding the door frame were tightly picked.

Mo Qinglan leaned against the big tree, looked up and looked up, there was no trace of blue sky in the trees that covered the sky, only a few broken lights fell, and then his eyes were blurred.

She just wanted to be alone so she found an excuse to go to the toilet, she just wanted to be alone and quiet...... Shed tears, just for a while.

She spent the night in a nightmare, her father's death, Qin Qian's death, Ye Changqing and Qin An'an's children, their betrayal and use were intertwined into a thorny net that tightened her more and more, shattering the precious beautiful pictures of the past. What she desperately wanted to keep was destroyed by the people around her, including herself.

If it weren't for Mochen waking her up, I'm afraid she would still be stuck in a nightmare.

Mo Qinglan laughed at himself, wiped away his tears, and muttered to himself: "Mo Qinglan, this is the last time you cry!" Later, you will see them kneeling in front of you and crying to you! ”

The last soft layer in my heart gradually became hard and cold with these words, buried in the Nine Abyss Ice Sea, and no one could reach it.

She exhaled heavily, reached out and pulled out a small cloth bag from her bosom, and a dozen letters were lying in the dark purple silk cloth.

Mo Qinglan swept his eyes, a tingling pain crossed his eyes, leaving Qin An'an to put the envelope to his lips and bite it, and the rest stacked them all together, twisting them together with both hands, tearing them apart, and all the letters were broken into two together.

Stack again, tear again......

Pieces of torn yellow envelopes were stacked on top of each other, white letterheads full of words covered her hands, and shredded pieces of paper were blown away by the wind from her hands, like a snow of paper.

"It's cheaper for you." Mo Qinglan said in his heart. If it weren't for the fact that she couldn't gather any of her internal strength, otherwise she would have crumpled these letters into powder.

It will take at least two or three months for her to recover.

It's cheap for you, Ye Changqing and Qin An'an are really cheap for you during this time......

With her hands raised, the rest of the paper swept away in the wind, tumbling and fluttering, and many of them fell on her hair, shoulders, sleeves, and floor...... It's like an inseparable parting.

Exhaling heavily, Mo Qinglan took the envelope in his lips, and then opened it. The lines of twisted words crawling like insects do not match Qin An'an's proud beauty, but they are indeed from her handwriting.

However, Mo Qinglan's already calm face began to change again, her eyes widened wider and wider, and her complexion became more and more bloodthirsty. The wind rolled up the shredded paper on the ground and made a rattling sound, circling around Mo Qinglan, making the surrounding air more and more weird.

Suddenly, she lowered her head, and a mouthful of blood spurted out heavily, spraying on the grass, and the paper was instantly stained red. She laughed, bringing people the most desolate sorrow in the eight wildernesses, and the anger in her eyes left a desolate self-blame:

"Ye Changqing, Qin An'an, you are ruthless enough!"

She grasped the letter tightly with her ten fingers, her body crumbling like a broken kite, and the other hand clutched wildly in the air, and then her closed eyes drooped weakly, and the whole person collapsed to the ground. In an instant, she finally understood the meaning of what General Chang said that night......

The letter lay with her in the grass, and the ghostly words seemed to come alive, and jumped out of the paper and laughed hideously:

Mo Qinglan, the princess of Huangci Kingdom, the next Empress of Huangci Kingdom. Three years ago, he went out and died in the Netherworld Forest, and was crossed by Mo Qinglan, a descendant of another world.

Three years later, Mo Qinglan became the general of the Heaven Killer and destroyed the Huangci Kingdom......

Mo Chen stood at the gate of the temple and looked at the woods when something white suddenly flew out, and when he felt strange, he suddenly saw the black-haired figure he was familiar with emerge from behind the tree, and then fell......

Mo Chen's heart was shocked, and he secretly said that it was not good, and rushed over like crazy.