He was gone, seemingly completely out of her world.

Since that day, he has not been to Wuzhuang again.

Mo Yan did the same, and Wu Wuqing also moved out of Wuzhuang. Only that little milk bag is enough to worry about her!

All her thoughts are gone, and her heart is dead.

Is it that all the trajectories of time have quietly terminated at this moment, silently, like this cold and lonely flower, and the dead branches and leaves are only its last stubbornness.

She wanted to cry without tears, and with a glass of sake she forced out the bitter tears, and it couldn't pour anything, which would be uncomfortable. Now, being tortured into an illness, as if a foot escaped into an empty door, everything ended without a problem, and only a half-cut heart was left for her to die here, and at the age of twenty-five, she was really hopeless!

Overnight, I grew a lot, and my heart grew a lot.

She wanted to cut the three thousand threads of trouble, but what reason did she have to move it? It's too far-fetched!

Holding only a pair of scissors wrapped in red silk to cover the iron body, he cut two or three green silks on both sides of his forehead to vent his hatred and end his depression.

Mo Yan couldn't help but sigh, and they also sighed, sad!

It was she who single-handedly buried her love and cut off the way back.

Now, when I react and understand this truth, I really regret it, and I regret not being at the beginning.

However, if you start all over again, you don't necessarily end up with such a beautiful ending. She is single, and she is quite good, she has her own beliefs, her own tenacity, she doesn't have to be tied up in other things, and she doesn't have to regret the path of becoming a swordsman for the rest of her life, although she has not yet reached that position.

Jian Nanxia was a guest in Wufu, and Wu Wuqing was naturally hospitable, but Xiao Nibao sneered at him.

The servants of Wufu have always been excellent, and Pan Siqing of the capital wrote and performed a song and dance, using a sword to make immortals, and the sword went sideways, which made people fascinated.

Its singing voice is also beautiful and beautiful, tactful and smooth, sometimes like mountains and flowing water, waterfalls and springs, to the high-pitched place; Sometimes it is like a forest stream, and the lark is chirping, to a low place. All of them make the viewer full of joy, and after watching, the scene after scene is vividly remembered and remembered.

At night, the lynx on the top of the mountain was still calling, and the cry was strange and terrifying, and it lingered in the darkness of the night for a long time.

The moonlight was bright and bright, reflecting Mo Yan's mansion in the open area on the top of the mountain, and that day the mountain lynx was strictly guarded and cared for by the little maids, and this lynx would go crazy every day when the moon was full, and there were several times a month, but fortunately there was no major problem.

In the daytime, the lynx can also come out for a "walk" in the vast world, but when the sun sets, it must be locked in a cage and placed in the courtyard. The iron cage glowed with cold light, and the surrounding cold invaded the air, day after day.

When dancing to the twilight, Pan Siqing landed on the ground.

And that Wu Wuqing frowned for a long time before blurting out: "Jian Nanxia, I seem to have something to do, and I want to go to the mountain."

Jian Nanxia looked at him, not knowing what was going on.

"Go ahead!" In response, Wu Wuqing paused quietly.

"How...... What to hesitate about? ”

"It doesn't matter."

Wu Wuqing always had a hunch, he stared at the bright moon in the sky, Pan Siqing also looked at his solemn look, Jian Nanxia looked at peace, but frowned slightly, the lines on that face have been washed and sharpened by more than thirty or forty years.

"Aren't you going?" Jian Nanxia asked curiously.

"If you don't go, everyone has a fate."

This sentence clicked into Pan Siqing's heart, thinking about it, the second son has never been to Wufu since the Wufu banquet, I don't know if this is her fate, she is destined to die alone in this Wufu, and the fragrance will die.

Wu Wuqing has always been extremely cold to the people in the mansion, this is the determination to be a dragon sword!

From beginning to end, there is only one person who cares about them, and that person will not be one of them after all.

The night is dark and the wind is high, and on the side of Wuzhuang Fengyue Tower, Ye Fengzhu is bowing his head and thinking lightly. Think about why she suffered all this and bear all these bitter consequences.

Why didn't he look sad and sad? He didn't know her, he didn't know that she was Ye Fengzhu, could this be the essence and root?

He jokingly called her a friend, but she didn't think so......

But the fact in front of her was that he didn't love her at all, so why bother, she once again touched her heart for him, tossing and turning......

Unable to sleep at night, she flew over the eaves of the house and stepped on the mountain.

A bright light appeared in front of her, and she knew that it was the light, and at the top of the mountain, she could see the largest and roundest moon, and all its flaws were exposed to her one by one, so that she could feel at ease, and all good things without exception had a dirty, dilapidated and unbearable side.

The red clothes were ethereal, and soon flew over to the flat land, which was the highest-end realm.

The lush forest is full of activity.

Further down, a dwelling was revealed, presumably not the Immortal Cave Mansion?

The cold wind restrained the loneliness, stopped moving, and the mansion was silent and peaceful.

Ye Feng stopped knocking on the door, and when he stepped on his feet, he was shrouded in a bright and bright white moonlight inside the high wall, as if it was covered with a layer of white frost, as if it was covered with lacquer. Sure enough, the high place is unbearable, and it is very intimidating!

There was no sound in the room, and there was no sound.

Torture from the soul in her heart, does she want to push open this door with her own hands?

What kind of changes will happen after pushing it away? If she doesn't push it away, will she go back to the boring life of Wuzhuang Youling.

She jumped to her feet and flew to the top of the high wall.

Then the red clothes poured into the ground, and they fell into the fairy mansion, which is really a different kind of scenery, just like the fairy palace where Chang'e lives, attracting people's attention for a long time, the houses are scattered, the layout is regular, only one floor, it is enough.

A huge fairyland appeared in her distracted eyes, crashed into her dead mind, and suddenly made her mind sober, like a spring breeze, even the shadow felt injected with new vitality and vitality, I really don't know where the owner of this house is sacred, what kind of character?

If it was in the previous life, she failed a person, then, in this life, everyone had to give up her, then, she was willing to accept the punishment.

The red clothes are fluttering, the limbs are like pouring honey, the shadow and its pace are suddenly very cute, and they grabbed other people's territory and became the master first, and they got carried away, and they wanted to be drunk.

The further he took that step, the more the disc-sized moon passed through a few rays of clouds, and the farther it went to the center, the farther away it became, and dived to the west.

I wanted to enjoy the moonlight, but it went to the clouds and didn't know where......

In her grief, she shook her head helplessly, and after a pause, she realized that the clouds were also moving, and it was not the moon that was moving, and the clouds were moving very fast, and after a while, they completely dispersed to the other side.

She smiled dumbly, and the clouds quickly passed through the surface of the bright moon, but still could not stop its brilliance.

The night was eerie, and the clouds were thick. She gradually lost her patience and went to peek at the boring scene, and walked towards the "palace" with her legs raised.

The wind chimes swayed, and the wind blew, and she thought the high wall could withstand the wind!

Alone, thinking about what strange and bizarre things happened and couldn't get out, it's still a little timid.

And in that room, a man was lying peacefully, but his internal organs were depleted, and the blood on the ground, like the petals of roses that lay on the ground, gradually lost the ripples that were blown by the wind.

The window is shallowly open, revealing the whiteness of the place, and a hint of light wind comes in.

The black silk hibiscus robe, the wide and heavy robe, seemed to be so suppressed that he was about to suffocate, and his lips were pale, as white as paper. Breathing is also about to end, waiting for a person's rescue, but it has not come for a long time......

He breathed lightly, and no one listened.

His fingers fell to the ground, quietly for a while, and there was no movement. 020 reading

There was a "click", he squinted and saw Ye Feng stop breaking in, not so much breaking in, but bumping, why did this red-clothed Youling come so impatiently, and he came, I don't know why......

"Mo Yan!" Ye Feng couldn't help but lose color, dilating his abrupt pupils.

"You know me?" His mouth was weak, almost silent, his eyes were closing tighter, his fingers were not touched, and the sapphire ring on his thumb was glowing.

Ye Feng didn't speak, she quickly took out her sword...... Looking left and right, staring directly at the pool of blood in front of him, he didn't know what to do.

He smiled, and in front of him, he could still laugh, his lips twitching slightly, and he was flustered by this woman who was overwhelmed.

She helped him up anyway, and put the sword in her hand, just in case someone broke in.

She closed the door and quickly opened the window to let the wind in.

Her hands were stained with blood, and his back was torn apart, and the black silk brocade was torn and crushed, and the flesh was blurred, and her eyes were terrified, and the fingers that touched his skin trembled.

He didn't speak, the weight of his body gradually weighed on her, making her unable to lift, how she was afraid that he would die and leave her.

It took her own effort to move him to the bed, she didn't want to bother to move, and if she continued to spend so much time and effort, I was afraid that he would already be dead.

"Give me your hand......" she stared at the bloodless man who had nothing to do with him.

Now, for the second time, she saved him from danger.

The water is in dire straits, and there is no power to return to the sky.

He was dying of blood.

However, she couldn't let go and watch him......

The blood dried, and he didn't move at all.

She smelled a hint of blood, which was different from the smell of blood that covered his body, it was the smell of an animal.

She glanced back, and a horrific sight came into view, a horrific color and face—corpse after corpse, collapsed and covered on the ground.

The curtain that had been lifted to the ground was lifted......

It is hard to imagine how he fought this group of beasts, dying and struggling on the brink of death.

But even so, that's it......

He vomited a mouthful of blood, and his head shook a little, and the blood was still very bright.

"It's impossible......" Ye Feng looked back in surprise, isn't there some monster here!

The hand she held around Mo Yan's torso was unusually cold, revealing a chill.

What the hell is going on with him? Was it ...... by this group of monsters Or fight to the death with them, and fight to the end.

Or is it...... Killed by someone else?

He suddenly grasped the cold knuckle of that hand, and when she looked left and right in a daze, he suddenly startled her a big beat, her heart twitched vigorously, and fear penetrated deep into her bone marrow...... Isn't his life approaching and he has to give an account of his last words?

A wry smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, there was no trace of the dying person, as if to say, Ye Fengzhu, you just want me to die, at that moment, he seemed to remember that she was the original Ye Fengzhu, nothing has changed, and there is no reborn and nirvana Ye Fengzhu. He doesn't intend to run away, he doesn't intend to forget......

It's so hard to die, and it's even harder to forget someone. Why should he be burdened? Struggling powerlessly?

"It turns out that ......" Ye Feng stopped, and suddenly remembered that he had a hidden illness before. It's just that he only mentioned this matter to her, and the time he was poisoned by the cicada.

"Fetch me the pill, I'll be fine after taking it." He gradually regained his blood, and motioned with his eyes for her to touch the drawer.

"You didn't say it sooner......"

"Don't be verbose...... Mo Yan let go of her fingers, leaning to the side, embarrassed that this hidden disease had flareed up again, and it happened to catch up with the lynx to get out of the cage.

"The cage is not locked...... Ye Feng stopped and stepped out of the courtyard, a small lynx was lonely, and his eyes were shining.

"I told you to get the medicine!" Mo Yan had a commanding tone.

"Okay, right away."

"You wait a minute."

Ye Feng paused a few times, then took out a pill from the drawer.

But what about the pool of blood? She never left him, surrounded by eye-catching bloodstains.

"It's lynx blood, not mine." Mo Yan looked at her with a puzzled look.

"That'...... Why is there no breath of the beast? ”

"It's this ring! Dispel and dissolve the bloody stench...... Mo Yan moved his body, "Bring it to me!" ”

"Yes!" Ye Feng stopped running over, she was really afraid of him.

"Why are you so fierce?" Ye Feng stopped and buried his head.

"That's how you want me to die?" Mo Yan took the pill, stuffed it into his mouth in one go, swallowed it, and squirmed a few times in his throat.

Ye Feng didn't speak, she took a deep breath in her chest, she didn't want him to die, but when she faced his death, she didn't feel anything, except for that worry and fear - she didn't want the swordsman to die in front of her, and she didn't rescue him, and she couldn't do anything to save it.

"I just don't want me to be the one who can't be saved! Try to be calm and do what you can......" Ye Feng stopped and said, "I don't want you to die, besides, your life and death have nothing to do with me, I just met you halfway." ”

But he didn't realize what he wanted.

The sparkle in her eyes was just that there was no fear other than timidity.

"You're afraid of me?"

"No ......"

"You're going to lie here tonight! Put on a new dress and I'll take care of you......"

"This dress was going to be taken off...... Or ......" Ye Feng stopped staring at him, unconsciously, his face was dry and his ears were hot.

"I'll take it ......off myself," he said, holding back the pain, and took it off in front of her, and when she turned around, he had climbed onto the bed.

"Go get me a piece of clothing!" And he commanded her.

She sighed, so obedient.

If it weren't for his injuries, she would have really been merciless, kicked the door and left it alone.

He was surprisingly quiet, surprisingly silent.

He slept peacefully, closed his eyes and fell asleep.

"The skin is so white and translucent, the skin is fine and tender, I really don't know if it's a man's ......body" Ye Feng stopped remembering the spring scene that turned his head and glanced at it in a panic, and sighed secretly, he didn't hear it, and flipped his posture in the crumbling lights.

The smell of the beast lingered in the cold wind for a long time, filling the whole room, and I really don't know why he could sleep so dead!

The black silk hibiscus robe was casually slumped to the ground, stained with the blood of wild beasts, and the fragrance of hibiscus flowers came out.