"Mo Li, how ironic, this hall was really blind back then, and it actually gave you such a name."

Gu Qingyan laughed at himself and sarcastically, covering his heart with his hands uncontrollably, his face was heavy, and he had no original lightness.

There is a light in his heart, and his death is near.

And for his plan for now, he can only give it a go.

The mountains and rivers are exhausted, but he has no willows and flowers.

If it is difficult from then on, it is not a pity for him to die.

"Lonely Qingyi, I thought you would never regret what you did, you have never had a clear conscience, but you never expected that I would be the outlier who made you make an exception, I thought, I should be glad to be, shouldn't I?"

Mo Li's expression was calm, without the slightest anger of being insulted.

A man who is about to die, why should he care?

He was so confident, but he forgot, a hundred-legged insect, dead but not stiff.

He didn't notice that Gu Qingyan put down his heart and silently pressed his hand.

But in an instant, a grand white light struck towards Mo Li.

He didn't have time to dodge.

"Boom"

With a sound of wanting to smash the sky, Mo Li was knocked back several steps, blood overflowed from the corners of his mouth, and the brilliance of Manzhu Sawa in the clothes also fell.

When he approached the lone green again and walked up to him, the lone green was already dying, and there was no need for him to do anything.

At that moment, his heart was a little sour, but he subconsciously ignored it.

He looked at him with a big smile like a simple child, just like the timid but kind face he had in the temple of the past.

The eyes in my memory, facing him, were very doting.

Now there is no other look but hatred.

"Mo Li, let Ruoxue go!" Gu Qing's eyebrows were indifferent, his eyes were earnest, and what flowed in his eyes was a reluctant reluctance to worry.

Mo Li looked at him.

This man was once a god-like existence, but now, he has destroyed it with his own hands.

At that moment, he didn't know whether to cry or laugh.

He couldn't laugh or cry.

He let her go? How he let her go, he has taken root in her heart and can no longer wilt.

It is said that time will be relieved, but these more times have made him even more angry.

The person in front of him, the warmth he once gave made him realize the beauty of the world for the first time, but it was he who pushed him to the quagmire of hell with his own hands.

As he wished, he did not struggle, did not resist, and finally turned himself into a devil, and could only live in the darkness of pitch black.

His hatred, his resentment, who will buy it, who will be sad.

It's ridiculous, and now he is told to let go, who let him go at that time?

At the beginning, he was miserable and suffering, and there was no one, the Supreme One and the God in the Dustless Temple, and the newly accepted disciples, and no one pleaded for mercy.

They frowned coldly, and even his beloved woman was heartbroken, but he never said a word.

They regarded him as a stranger, he had done nothing, but he was treated like this, and who was upset for him.

His heart hardened, his expression was serious and cruel, and his good-looking red lips slowly spit out cold words without a trace of human touch, shattering Gu Qing's final dream.

"I don't even let myself go, how can I let her go?

The deep male voice rang in the ears of the lonely young man, like the fangs from the devil Johnson Johnson and pierced straight into his heart.

He finally had a trace of panic, and his tone was unprecedentedly fierce: "You won't get her, now you don't look like a human or a ghost, don't say Ruoxue, even I am disgusting when I see it." ”

He tried to repel his resolve with this, knowing that the only weakness he had now was Ruoxue.

A man will never allow his image to be damaged in front of the woman he loves.

However, Gu Qingyan never thought that he was no longer the stranger he was at the beginning, and even the way he loved his lover was with endless hatred, and he died together.

Mo Li heard his almost hysterical words, and smiled indifferently: "Lonely Qingyi, don't you understand?" I, the Lord of the Nether Temple, never ask for anyone's love, and the moment I decide to go to the darkness, my love should accompany me to hell together! If I can't get it, destroy it!" ”

His tone is light, his elegance is peerless, and there is no falsehood between his delicate eyebrows.

Gu Qingyan drank that sentence, he was already exhausted, and his true qi was exhausted.

Finally, a mouthful of blood gushed out, and he couldn't help but pass out anymore.

Mo Li looked at the lonely Qingyan who fell to the ground, and there was a dark glint in his eyes, so that people couldn't see what he was thinking.

Suddenly, with a wave of his palm, a red light flashed by, and the people on the ground were gone, followed by a low murmur with a smile.

His hair was long and fluttering, and a gust of wind blew through the blue coat that had been blown close to his side, one side was a little bulging, but on the other side was a clear and almost visible strong chest and grammar, and his whole person looked a little crazy, laughing stupidly with the sound of the wind.

"Haha, it's finally dead, Ruoxue, we'll meet again soon."

"Are you happy? You're going to be happy, aren't you? He was talking to himself, his expression was in a trance, but his tone was ruthless and firm that could not be ignored.

In a few moments, the blue robe had also disappeared, and together with it was the bloody river and the wolf-smoke corpses everywhere.

The secluded place had become calm, and there was no trace of the tragic bloody battle just now, as if nothing had happened, and it was clean and clean, leaving no trace, and even the smell had vanished.

The dark red flickering of the Hades, beside the delicate marble, the staggered crowds, the sound of compliments, praises, and laughter are endless.

Everyone is true or false, or smiling, hiding a knife in secret, or drunk and infatuated, and marariing and drinking.

And Mo Li, who had always sat on the throne made of purple-black gems, had a cold and expressionless face, looking at the beauties below who were trying their best to express themselves, and a trace of mockery quickly flashed in his eyes.

His Royal Highness still doesn't know it, smiling, stretching and dancing, trying her best to show the temptation, in a vain attempt to become a blockbuster and become a master. What's more, the person who looked up frequently flashed his eyes, revealing the crystal clear, white and tender skin like jade, and the fullness of the two sides was almost about to linger.

However, the men in the hall seemed to turn a blind eye, and they did not have the coveted color of the male ghosts on both sides below.

He sat so high, as if everything had nothing to do with him, as if he was just a spectator who didn't want to participate in anything, drunk and drunk, living alone and sober.

"The main hall, your great achievements today have all heard of it, but I didn't expect that the master of the Dustless Palace, Gu Qingyan, was so despicable and shameless, and wanted to win more than few, but he didn't expect that you were no longer the little boy who didn't know anything back then, the old hall is really far-sighted and accurate, and it is really a blessing for us to be our master!"

A middle-aged male ghost in a black robe stepped forward to flatter, and between his narrow eyes was a sophisticated man who could not be ignored.

He bowed his shoulders slightly, clutched a glass of spirits in his hand, and drank it down.

This person is none other than Li Zirong, the third-generation elder of the Hades Temple, and his recognition means that from now on, the Lord of the Hades Temple is Moli, and there is no doubt about it.

Mo Li's smiling and playful eyes swept over the people of His Highness, the eyes were inexplicably cold, and some ghosts were a little frightened by his staring, or stiff, or trembling, and in the end, his eyes finally returned to Li Zirong's body directly below His Highness.

Mo Li's mellow and deep voice slowly sounded in the suddenly quiet hall, with a few insincere smiles: "The elder is really serious. ”

Then there was laughter.

How ridiculous, for evil, it is pure praise and admiration, and efforts are good, but it is suspicion, disgust, run, and abandonment.

What kind of world is this, people's hearts are changeable, and ghosts' hearts have changed.

The people who once cared for him in every way were destroyed by his own hands.

And the woman who is affectionate and holds an umbrella together is still innocent as before.

Ruoxue, don't be like me, you can only smirk calmly, use desperation as a blade, hurt yourself and others, and can't help yourself.

There was no wind and vitality in this whiteness that she had seen before, but with a little death, a little despair and unwillingness.

Yun Ruoxue felt a little pain in her heart, and she was a little bored in her heart, she didn't know what she was bored about, but she just wanted to keep it for some reason.

In my memory, there always seems to be a doting voice sounding on the shore of the heart lake, with an inexplicable kiss.

She didn't know what he did for her, even if there were thousands of tenderness and deep feelings, but she could only fly away in the opposite direction and go away at the end of the story.

She didn't remember him after all, and he let her go after all.

After all

There is no fate, there is no fate, they are all sad stories, doomed endings, and cliché beginnings.

However, in the name of the gods, he made a final effort for her.

Becoming a king or defeating a king, love and hatred, this has nothing to do with him.

However, in the depths of his love, he couldn't let go.

He gave up all coldness and abandonment of the supreme god for only one her.

Even though she only has an afterimage, she is still his favorite apprentice, a secret he can't tell.

Yun Ruoxue was a little apprehensive, as if she had lost something important.

At this moment, Yun Ruoxue suddenly felt a splitting headache, as if her brain was about to explode.

She had to let go of the hand that was clenching the handkerchief and gently slammed it on the sides of her head.

The handkerchief broke free from the control of the human hand and flew up, emitting a bewitching white light.

In the air, there is a slight burst of sparks, a little heat.

It was like a final goodbye before leaving, with an indescribable sob.

Sadness, fireworks, prosperity and easy falling.

Yun Ruoxue in the palace opened her eyes wide.

Wetness soaked the corners of the eyes, hot tears slipped down,

Then there was a vast darkness.

I can't bear her to look at his final ending, it is his last tenderness.

Bai Juan shattered, in the firelight, jasmine blossomed, and his face was on his heart. The elegance is peerless, and the legacy is independent.

Gentle eyes swept over the people of his heart,

The smile was heavy, and I was in a trance.

He reached out to touch her flowery face.

A distance of a few millimeters, he couldn't cross it after all, as if separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, it was only a little bit, but it still created regrets.

In the end, the remnants of the soul were scattered, a little nostalgia, and a lot of reluctance, all disappeared with this unwitnessed sacrifice.

In his previous life, he missed her affectionate money, and in this life, she has no chance to see him affectionately.

The reincarnation of heaven is really fair.

If snow, if snow,

The birth year is prosperous, only if it is snow.

The memory is sharp, and whose eyes have been burned, the rain in Xinghua Village, looking at the moon in the idle court, this life is life-to-life, and it is difficult to bear it.

He cares about the common people, and it is difficult to bear her, only to bear the world lightly.

In fact, he understood very early on that he had already made a choice between this common man and her.

Thousands of people worshipped, not as much as a strand of hair on her sideburns.

now

He just wanted to be able to tell her the unspoken sentence that day - Ruoxue, I am pleased with you, and I am only pleased with you.

At the mouth of the alley, Gu Qingyan, who fainted to the ground, had a lot of memories about him and Yun Ruoxue in his mind at this moment.

For as long as he can remember, he is the master of the Dustless Temple.

Revered by all gods, high above.

In the four seas and eight wildernesses, his name is like thunder.

He never knew what pain was.

The mother told him since she was a child,

He devoted his life to the meaning of his existence in the world - to protect the common people in the world.

He was not as innocent as an ordinary child, and he was given all kinds of spells as a child.

He didn't care and never complained.

Because he never felt that something was wrong.