Pour Shui Ran wears a red headscarf and changes into a bow dress.

I can't do no less than ten bending and turning movements, but I can't imagine that this pouring waist is quite powerful.

Suddenly, all the disciples were idle and rushed up to observe.

The red-clothed Youling, who was still studying ink and painting, couldn't help but raise her eyebrows and smile.

Ling'er was even more amazed by it, and secretly exclaimed.

"What are you doing here?" The crowd asked.

Everyone was drunk, but only the red-clothed Youling woke up alone.

Gongsun Yangliu, as his wife, naturally brought all the maids to cheer for him, and also prepared dry towels to wipe his sweat.

"Keju, warm-up ......" poured water while striding and turning his hips, while responding.

"Did Sara reply to me?" A female disciple rejoiced.

Wushuang, Qingzhu and others observed.

Ling'er and other female disciples of Lingshan observed.

Mo Yan watched from the sidelines.

Wu Xia watched from the sidelines.

"Mo Yan, how about a duel between you?" Pouring water, his eyes are gentle like water, but he can't ignore the tone, and he landed in the air and helped his waist handsomely.

The red scarf reflects the handsome and chic face.

Everyone was stunned......

Even the birds on the branches of the roof stopped flapping their wings, and fell silent for a moment.

The roof shoots obliquely, leaving a shadow of light.

Pouring into the sight of the two of them, one of them landed on the ball with the instep of his foot, ready to strike at any time, and Mo Yan temporarily changed into another white juju suit.

And the built Merry Eye has a strong wind.

Everyone was in a nervous and continuous panic......

I felt deeply oppressed and shocked by it.

One of them is a proud disciple of His Excellency Jianyuan, whose name is Youkun, and the other is a famous Sha Luo in Shucheng, who is handsome and chic.

I don't know which one to look at.

Anyway, two bodies and a pair of backs are enough to make them fall in love (chaos).

Even the red-clothed Youling (pretending to be her white-bearded sword) stopped her brushstrokes, her knuckles exerted force but did not move, like a string in an arrow, her heart was vibrating, the smoke waves were vast, the eye waves were lurking, and a drop of ink dye rendered into the most amorous poem in the world.

Unexpectedly, even he, an old man who has lived for most of his life, would have such a daze scene.

She wanted to brush the thousands of wisps of white waterfall straight down her beard, but she only imagined in her heart that she wanted to have a good time and watch the play freely.

stared at the star, and was amazed by the extraordinary skills of the real red-clothed Youling.

She's really ...... The emperor's daughter, Zhu Xuanyan.

"Good skills!" Mo Yan suspected that Shui Ran's body style was different from before, but it was unpredictable, making people unable to figure out the next step.

The two really couldn't compete, and one was already sweating profusely.

Panting for breath under the scorching sun.

Pouring water, his gaze hit Mo Yan's heart, as if penetrating time and space.

A ball hit Mo Yan's chest, pouring water and retracting his gaze, the sun was sinking in the west, and all the brilliance of all things in heaven and earth was suddenly withdrawn.

Pouring water and asking himself, he confided, planning to test Mo Yan: "Mo Yan...... Do you have a hint of meaning for the red-clothed actress? ”

"The sudden question you asked me was at a loss." Mo Yan said with a smile, the huge and heavy black silk hibiscus robe was turned and turned by the mottled shadow of the crushed sun, he smiled and said, his sleeves were empty, and he was a little overwhelmed for a while.

Is there anyone else besides her...... Is he willing to bear the burden?

Mo Yan has been silently liking behind his back, silent.

This bitterness that penetrates into the bottom of his heart may only be clear to him himself.

The lips of the water fluttered silently, and the eyes were rubbed into the golden sand of dusk, and there was water sneaking into it.

Mo Yan suddenly hooked his fingers and swore: "If one day I leave the world...... Please take care of Ye Feng for me. ”

As the possessed person of the red-clothed Youling, there was a sudden shock in his eyes.

She didn't expect ...... Mo Yan would have said such sensational words.

She has something to say but can't say, she can't debunk her identity and break boundaries.

Only Mo Yan's intentions, she can't live up to it.

Mo Yan continued, smiling with peach blossom eyes, looking down on the world, as if he was alone in the matter, but in fact, it was not.

As early as the time of the pomegranate flower, he had the heart to find out Ye Fengzhu's identity.

Afterward......

encountered an accident, Ye Feng stopped in the fairyland assassination and died, which made him unable to calm down and forget for a long time.

He has always been obsessed with the fact that he failed to protect her and take care of her.

It was he who caused her to die a tragic death, and her whole body was penetrated by poison, and her internal organs were damaged.

At that time, if he could do his best to send a familiar swordsman to secretly spy on the inside situation and secretly protect Ye Fengzhu's safety, the matter would not have developed to the point of no return.

Even at that time, he deeply blamed Dump Ran, since he loved her, why didn't he choose to protect her?

Later, I lost my memory inexplicably......

He is not to blame for this.

He poured his water into the wretched man of his time.

They are all ...... But no one dared to clear the fog and uncover the mystery, and always felt that Ye Fengzhi's death was inevitable, and it was a fact that could not be changed.

But...... 2k

Until that time, his Mo Yan once again rekindled and suddenly snuffed out, and when he saw Murong Qingwan, the servant in red, he understood that some things could never be found again.

Despite her resemblance, the man was not.

"Live well, we all live and die together, don't talk nonsense." Pouring water to escape from reality, he let go of his fingers, and a cold wind hits him, and he travels through the warm fields, crossing the mountaintops, and the whole world is enveloped in peace and tranquility.

Looking at the opposite hill, the green smoke is shrouded, and the purple twilight is draped in a mysterious veil.

She understood what Mo Yan's words meant to them.

Even if he wanted to intervene, there was nothing he could do afterwards to stop with Ye Feng to the end.

Someday, he will die, and the footsteps of the Grim Reaper are getting closer and closer.

When she thought of this, she felt sad.

In the land of fairyland, will the relief, unforgettable touches and warmth of the details brought to her by Mo Yan turn into smoke with the wind?

Silence is better than sound at this point.

The red-clothed Youling has to try her best to suppress it, she has to restrain her feelings and not let her tears drown her exhausted heart.

"I will, so ......," Mo Yan said.

"Before that moment comes, you have to do everything you can, I will never allow you to hurt a finger of the red-clothed Youling!"

"If you don't marry her and don't give Ye Feng a warm harbor, even if you are a ghost, you won't let you go."

"I will promise ......," replied the red-clothed actress.

It's just that I don't know what Dump Ran himself thinks, and how did he ever think about it......

She immediately fell into a trace of fallen sorrow.

"In two years, Moyuan Pavilion will be handed over to ...... When the time comes, someone else will take care of it. ”

The red-clothed Youling didn't know that he might have forgotten that he was the pavilion master of Moyuan Pavilion.

"I'll leave this matter to you."

The red-clothed girl still didn't know what she meant.

"When the time comes, I will inform you on letterhead, and the Goofy pigeon will send the message, and it will soon arrive at the Dump House."

"It's a pity that at that time, I was no longer in the dream city, nor in the fairyland, nor in the mountain between the Longyu Pavilion and the Red Snow Pavilion......"

"This scene can't help but remind me of the artistic conception of our competition at the Waterfall of Dumping House a year ago."

"At that time, I said categorically, there will be a winner between you and me."

"But in the end, it didn't work."

"It's like...... It is generally inconclusive who Ye Fengzhu will end up working with. ”

Ye Feng's heart was cold, she didn't want Mo Yan to die like this.

There must be some other way out.

Today's Mo Yan is completely different from the Mo Yan of a year ago, he is discouraged and compassionate, and he is worried about the sky, and he is always caught in a kind of prophecy that tomorrow will be the day of sacrifice.

She stared intently at Mo Yan......

Such a good person, she doesn't want him to die, she wants him to exist alive and intact.

Bringing light and hope to more people is like giving her strength......

"There's one more thing I want to ask you for." Mo Yan squeezed out a cruel word by word, and suddenly closed the bright red and full lips of the peach petals, and a heavy ink shadow hit the reef covered with dead grass at the bottom of the starry night lake.

Spread the boundless loneliness, the boundless illusion of invisible pain and sorrow.

Even if he is a red-clothed actress and barely pretends to be hard-hearted, he also has compassion.

His inextricable threads of troubles, doing silk play, raising his eyes, looking at the silk puppet, who gets it, who receives.

The cicadas chirped in one of them, and wept away.

She was so grieved that she couldn't cry out for anything.

"Don't go on!" Ye Feng stopped, but he borrowed Shui Ran's body.

His face is still indifferent, set off by Qinghui, others can't see what he thinks, but this scene, Mo Yan can't see it.

Who named him the sword of retention?

And who has always been by Dump Shuiran's side?

He is ready to be an enemy of the water, but unless he has to, he will never turn his face ruthlessly, and forget to give up the friendship that gave them a touch of comfort and care in the past.

"In a few years, if I am still alive, please do not spare your sword!"

"A rule on the rivers and lakes is that grievances and grievances are clear, and death is fast! Then...... There is a 10,000 chance that we will be enemies, and what I said a year ago may not be fulfilled in the future. ”

Ye Fengzhi clearly had tears in her eyes, she didn't understand why things were getting worse and worse, getting worse and worse.

She was so angry that she didn't explain the reason, and turned around and left this square world.

Mo Yan grabbed Ye Feng's hand, and it was extremely uncomfortable at her wrist, cold and scorching, just as his strange eyes sank, and the wonderful figure of the red-clothed phantom was suddenly reflected in his dark eyes, breaking into a pair of shining black apricot eyes, at this time, Ye Feng stopped casting spells and returned to his original body, his eyes were very uneasy and moved.

The red clothes staggered, and they couldn't bear to be frightened, and threw out one mixed element bead after another, soaked in the fallen withered grass.

Her face is already so clear and careful that she no longer needs to hide and hide, just like the mood in the face of him—it seems that she is too rigid in meandering when Mo Yan reveals her heart and is blunt and debauched.

"Ye Feng stopped," he said in over...... surprise.

Suddenly, his face was as pale as a withered branch, and his blood was depleted, and he could not be slowed down.

Ink clothes are reluctant to give up the world......

What I have to understand is the shallow moon, and what is suppressed in the bottom of my heart and flowing in my heart is full of sadness and uncomplaining, and people are difficult to dismantle.

The whereabouts of the refracted stone are unknown, but it makes the red-clothed Youling stumble.

He feared that he would be deceived and deceived without knowing it.

He seemed to appear naked in front of Ye Fengzhu, and Yu Fang just let her look at it, and he couldn't be angry when he thought about it.

She, a beautiful girl in red, pretended to be a man, too profligate!