She actually cried, sobbing, and the suppressed closed atrium was finally released, and the head resting on Mo Yan's chest was so stable and stable.

Mo Yan looked around and was silent, only the black silk hibiscus robe was dominant, and there was no sound of wind and grass, but her eyes were blurry and couldn't be opened, and she entered the sand.

When he returned to the Longyu Pavilion, he saw the two of them come in.

I saw Ye Fengzhu wearing a pink scarf to cover her face, which Mo Yan tied for her, with a unique fragrance of hibiscus flowers, lingering and frightening, making people not turn their eyebrows.

"Hey!" Pour water and say hello.

It seems to be deliberately standing at the threshold, or passing by inadvertently, anyway, wearing a white light gauze brocade robe, which is very charming.

When his voice fell, when he passed by Ye Feng and Mo Yan's side, the aroma of rosemary revealed was extraordinarily fragrant.

Ye Feng stopped lowering his eyebrows and glanced at his eyebrows, which clearly had a playful taste of banter and mockery.

Ye Fengzhu gradually clenched his fists tightly, his fingers turned white, and he didn't feel a squeak.

With a sword falling, the blue sword rolled to the ground, the breeze stirred her trembling heart and the surging eyebrows, a light tear fell, her heart was tripped by a sharp stone, and it was extremely heart-rending pain.

Her eye sockets seemed to be about to burst into the next second, splattering blood.

Shui Ran immediately turned around, sensing a hint of murderous aura.

But the evil aura stopped abruptly, making people feel no slight changes and changes, only a chill in the air, which couldn't help but make the three of them shiver.

And also...... Wu Shuang, who was hiding alone behind the red lacquer pillar, happened to go back to the pavilion to visit her father Wu Xia.

And the Longyu Pavilion and the Red Snow Pavilion are just not far apart, and the distance that can be stepped on with one foot is just a threshold and a door.

In addition to that filial piety, she also has a hidden admiration for the second son.

Ye Feng stopped by catching a glimpse of Wu Shuang, who was silent and silent, and Mo Yan also turned his eyes and saw a lotus-colored figure, just to resolve this embarrassment, he said in a whisper: "Wu Shuang, so coincidentally, meet in Longyu Pavilion......"

"Yes, it's a coincidence, it's not a coincidence." Wu Shuang carried a bag of mung bean cake and walked out from behind the red lacquer pillar, glanced at Mo Yan with both eyes, and then fell on the red-clothed Youling.

But he said, "Let's go!"

That sentence was said to another person, to Wu Shuang, not her.

This sentence didn't have any temperature, but it deeply pinched Ye Feng's heart, and she couldn't feel any consciousness anymore.

Love is a cruel thing.

When you love, the world is filled with a sweet fragrance, and when you don't love, the whole world falls into hell, and the heart falls into the abyss together, being crushed and torn into one piece after another, the flesh and blood are blurred, and there is not much left, only a skin bag remains, which is still filthy and unsightly.

She took Mo Yan's hand and couldn't help but look at the two of them, walking one after the other, gradually breaking away from the range she could see with her naked eye.

What a beautiful couple.

Aren't they a couple? Moyan people are like jade, and they are charming to the world.

"Wan'er, aren't you right ......" Mo Yan asked, looking at her tear-lit and moist eyes.

"Wan'er, Wan'er is a very good name, it's the first time someone calls me like this, and others used to call me a red-clothed Youling." Ye Feng stopped drooping his eyelashes, his heart stagnated, and he was still thinking about the implication between Shui Ran and Wu Shuang......

"I have an inseparable obsession with him—but everything could be in the past." Ye Feng stopped saying without saying anything, her heart was very chaotic, very chaotic, chaotic like a swinging sword.

"Do you understand?" Ye Feng stopped deeply at his flowing peach petal eyes—they were as black as ink, but all they reflected were her desperate light and shadow.

"Do you know me, Grand Master Mo?" Ye Feng stopped and sighed, "Before, you seemed to recognize me. ”

“…… But the old man? Mo Yan replied, his eyes flickered with doubt, and he was shocked, he already had an answer in his heart, but he didn't dare to reveal the next sentence.

He didn't dare to solve the mystery and make any choice.

It's better to hide the background behind her red-clothed Youling, so that she won't be killed again.

"It's good to recognize it." Ye Feng stopped, "I saved you once last time, do you remember?" ”

"Remember, it's naturally ......" Mo Yan twisted the dark stone, there was a purple mist flashing on it, and the lips and teeth of the peach petals exhaled slightly, and he couldn't help but recall the scene at that time, all the past was vivid, and the memory was still fresh.

"And last ......"

"The red-clothed girl is not my true identity, as long as you know." Ye Feng stopped, "Please help me keep it secret." ”

Dumping Shui Ran naturally knows the inside story, and he has already solved the matter of using the Xuanjie method to block his memory.

That Mo Yan came this time, changed her previous lukewarm attitude, and was kind to her, and naturally learned some important information from Dump Shui Ran afterwards, so she came with her.

Otherwise, he would never have any compassion for a stranger.

Thinking that at the beginning, Mo Yan was more or less "attempted" to stop Ye Feng at that time.

Men all have the same face, and the more cold women are, the more they can't get it, the more they want it.

On the contrary, the more they get in.

However, she can no longer be indifferent and unwavering.

Her heart is all involved in the devil of Dumping Water, and she has paid attention to his every move, and even cares about it extremely much, and she can't ignore or even ignore it at all.

"Along the way, is she trying to figure out how to explain to herself?" Mo Yan paused, muttering to himself, the thick pitch-black phantom leaked a cold arc of shallow lips on the pillar, his fingers were clearly divided, but he tried to restrain himself from making any excessive moves.

Confess her true heart to the pouring water, and ...... But he didn't care about him.

Wan'er, what's wrong with this name?

It made her feel a gap...... Bunny Fly

His heart was so angry with her words that he carved a blood mark, not deep, but not shallow.

Wan'er, I stopped talking to Ye Feng, who was a beautiful fairy in the past, not to her red-clothed Youling, who is extremely ugly now......

When Ye Feng stopped rescuing Mo Ruyu, and when the red-clothed Youling who was attacked by the purple curtain rescued him, the situation was completely different - his attitude towards her as a person, as well as his intentions.

One ambiguous, the other mean.

She really really saw through the hearts of men in the world, not disgusting, but also nothing good.

One by one, they were all impressed by the beauty of their women.

Kneeling under the pomegranate skirt, all of them are these ugly faces who covet beauty and love spring......

However, at that time, he knew that she was Ye Fengzhi, she would not change in this life, and she would not change in this life, he could recognize her, but he was exhausted and unable to accept it.

Even if she turned into bones and turned to ashes.

After all, Ye Feng had been dead for so long.

Now that he suddenly came to life and stood in front of him alive, he couldn't accept it for a while if he was someone else, let alone his Mo Yan, the one who also loved Ye Feng.

It's a pity that she couldn't have imagined this, let alone understood it.

Mo Yan's eyes were fierce, but his fist hit the beam, he was paralyzed and weak, and he lost a little strength.

Originally...... It's a hidden disease again, and the spark mark on the arm hidden under the sleeve is not imaginary.

His chest was faintly like a cicada, buzzing and itching, and coughing up a sputum of blood.

He covered his lips with his slender fingers so that no one would notice, but he accidentally let Ling'er see this scene.

However, Ye Fengzhi didn't understand his good intentions, and he didn't understand his hidden intentions for her, which was true, and there was no half-false adulteration.

"Mo Yan...... Childe, are you alright? Ling'er jumped up and went to inquire.

Mo Yan squinted his eyes and said coldly and ruthlessly: "It doesn't matter to you."

All women in the world look the same......

Hypocrisy.

"Humph!" Ling'er snorted and walked away.

Ye Feng stopped and returned to the boudoir, and he had no intention of pounding the "lotus chi" that had been picked, this appearance was cured, and there was no meaning at all.

It's just a light sleep, and the sunset has sunset.

The red clothes hit the ground, but the curtain tent was ringing, and the wind was very strong tonight, so that she had to stay in the creaking clogs to cover the lattice, so that no wind could penetrate it.

Leaving only a room of silence and coldness.

The ear room next to the round hall is the study room of the lord of Wuxia Pavilion of Longyu Pavilion.

Wu Shuang just talked to Dump Shui Ran before arriving at this house.

"Let's go in......" Pour Shui smiled lightly, signaling Wu Shuang to go.

"Hmm." Wu Shuang responded, and returned with a smile, and took the mung bean cake that had cooled down for half a day and stepped into the inner room with two steps.

The brisk pace reflects her hearty face, and her laughter is murmuring, like a bell and a stream.

The two dimples are quite good-looking, and the sound is quite good.

Pouring water came back to his senses, waved his finger slightly, paused for a second, and then the white clothes disappeared.

That eyebrow has never changed, he is still the second son who makes her heart and cares about it.

It's just that...... The red-clothed Youling seems to be the original Ye Feng stopped, cut constantly, and the reason is still messy, and the ghost is not gone.

Wu Shuang loosened her frowning eyebrows, fine-tuned the bow of the boat, and as soon as her eyebrows turned, she smiled again.

"I didn't expect it...... Daddy is cooking snail noodles. ”

With a clear and pleasant voice, Wu Shuang sat down in front of the table, with her arms on her face, and her lips and teeth were smiling.

The fire next to it was lighting up the whole room, and her father was really hungry again, but this aroma was ...... It smells terrible.

"What's so delicious about this mung bean cake? I feel sorry that my father didn't have enough to eat? Wu Xia only glanced at it, and looked at the shadow of the stack of green flowers, and knew that it was the mung bean pastry that his daughter had ground for him.

"Wait a minute...... Just wait for my snail noodles! Wu Xia muttered, her mouth couldn't stop her babbling to the ground, and she gurgled in her throat.

"I didn't expect my father to always be good at this and not change his original intention...... Only my mother back then could put up with you. Wu Shuang stared at the small stone cauldron placed in the center with a flaming fire.

"Hey......" Wu Xia sighed unconsciously.

"You've been ...... lately seems to be very concerned about pouring water, it is the one - the son who is dressed in white and has beautiful eyebrows, the second son of the house. ”

"I heard that he is married."

Wu Xia fanned the fire while inquiring about his daughter.

"Hey......" At this moment, it's time to change to her Wu Shuang let out a long breath.

This question is not that she has not thought about it, but thousands of times, but she has never reached a conclusion. What's also tricky is that her red-clothed Youling is very likely to be the original Ye Fengzhu...... She was alive and not dead.

The fire was very hot, and because they were closer, the two faces were quietly roasted to the point that they were almost ripe, and they were as red as sweet potatoes, and one was about to lose its skin, and it was shiny.