The surroundings were very quiet and dark, and no light came in, only the faint candlelight burning on the four walls of the cave was faintly shaking.

The top of the cave is condensed with water droplets, which occasionally drip into the cold pool, stirring up subtle ripples, and looking at the deep and secluded pool without a song, I only feel that time passes very slowly.

In the cave, dark brown withered vines climbed all over the surrounding cliffs, densely packed, like a huge net, filled with the atmosphere of decadence.

She had forgotten how she had come here, only that the man's eyes that had been as bright as stars had lost their look, and a trail of blood had broken out on his chest, and he had fallen in front of her...

Then the towering cliff collapsed in an instant, and the boulder fell like rain, and there was a trance in front of her eyes, and suddenly the fragmented fragments rushed into her mind like a flood that burst the embankment.

As before, the dream-like scene appeared in her mind again - snowflakes fluttering in the sky, the vast land covered in silver and frozen for thousands of miles, on the towering snow-capped mountains, the nameless ancient tree full of pink flowers, and the young man in white and the woman under the tree hugged and looked at each other...

The only difference is that this time, the boy's face is no longer hazy, and there is an appearance.

Wuge saw it sincerely, with straight eyebrows, thin lips like cherry blossoms, a pair of eyes like a vast sea of stars, and the corners of his lips were smiling as always.

Is that... Ink star dyeing.

———

'Knock knock', who knocked on the rock wall and pulled Wuge's thoughts back.

This may be an ancient ruin somewhere in the Wengshan Mountain, and the rock wall is carved with a thousand strange human-shaped stone carvings, some of which have lost their hands and feet, and some of which are covered with cobwebs, so that they can't see their original faces.

The rock wall seemed to be empty behind it, and the echo was loud when it was struck lightly.

"My lord told you that if you don't eat any more, he will dig up the body of the man surnamed Mo from the rubble and whip it into pulp. Yokozawa put a bamboo basket at his feet, his fiery red hair pouring down with his leaning movements, and his appearance was still dazzling.

It's a pity that we don't know our hearts when we know people, but we don't know our hearts.

He casually threw down a set of plain gauze dresses, squinting at him without singing: "The master asked you to change this dress, and he will come to see you tonight." ”

Then, a rush of footsteps sounded, and Yokozawa didn't have a word of nonsense, and left his things in a chic manner.

After he left, Wuge was stunned for a moment and looked down.

With skin as white as jade, slender limbs, and only a ragged robe wrapped around her body, it was late autumn, and her frozen hands and feet were trembling but unconscious.

Yes, she has escaped the broken body of the cat, and when the cliff landslided, she stubbornly stayed in front of Mo Xingran and refused to leave, and the boulder fell down...

That body has been dyed with the ink star... He's dead.

It's just that where they found herself, she clearly remembers that Mo Xingran said that her self is in the fibrarian stone.

Could it be that the figural stone also fell into their hands?

"Heh, it turned out to be such a foxy thing, no wonder Mo Gongzi is worried about you. ”

When Wuge's thoughts were mixed, he heard a woman's tactful voice sound behind him, Wuge turned his head in a daze, and saw Shangguan Wan'er leaning against the rock wall in a short shirt, squinting at her.

Shangguan Wan'er walked slowly in front of her, her facial features had the immature and delicate nature of a girl, but the words she said were shocking: "I heard that Mo Xingzhi was young and not close to women, but I didn't expect to be blinded by a fox like you." She raised her hand and lifted her chin and sneered in a low voice: "Are you very good at kung fu in bed? Celestial Maiden Wish Score. ”

The Heavenly Maiden wishes that the score can capture people's hearts, and can fascinate the male fans, and even be willing to deliver it with her life.

I don't know why, my heart was numb to pain, and after hearing what Shangguan Wan'er said, there was a trace of turmoil for no reason.

After coming to this ancient ruin, Wuge's beautiful face, for the first time, had an expression.

It is a kind of almost contrived coquettishness, and the eyes seem to be able to drip water between the eyes, and with this charming skin to the bones, it can really be called the word 'demon'.

"yes. With a soft low sigh, she leaned over to Shangguan Wan'er's ear: "I just fight him to the death, linger, and sing every night, you don't know how hot his body is when he hugs me..."

Shangguan Wan'er's face was red and her ears were red, even if she was a poisonous tongue, she was just a girl who had not left the cabinet, when had she ever heard such revealing words.

Of course, Wuge has never tasted cloud and rain, and these words were also when Mo Xingran took her to the Red Cloud Building to find clues, and happened to meet the two girls in the building fighting for a son, and the shouting was all over the building, she watched the play on the side and listened to it.

Coincidentally, I used it today.

Shangguan Wan'er glared at her angrily: "How could Mo Gongzi have a relationship with a fox like you, a prodigal and cheap woman like you, whoever gets into trouble is unlucky!"

"Is it? It would be a blessing to have a relationship with a femme fatale like you, according to what you say?" Wuge walked to the cold pool wrapped in ragged robes, and retreated his clothes into the water.

The cold pool water made her much more sober, and the pain that had just vaguely been in her heart for a moment came back to her heart.

"Heh, I don't dare to say anything about it, but at least I know him, let me ask, have you ever known that he is depressed in his heart, even the slightest?" Shangguan Wan'er stared at the back of the snow-white jade without a song: "He is the same as me, we are all adopted sons under the fence, I am in the city lord's mansion on the surface of the scenery is actually difficult to move an inch, where the Qing Realm human race is still like this, not to mention the complexity of the ancient sky!"

Maybe it was Mo Xing Dye who saved her that night, and at that time, Shangguan Wan'er had a different feeling for Mo Xing Dye in her heart.

After that, she wanted to learn more about Mo Xing Dye through the Xuanguang Mirror in the Xuanmen Pavilion, but due to the strict self-control of Mo Xing Dye, the Xuan Light Mirror could only touch the memories that people wanted to remember, and what they didn't want to remember was darkness.

Mo Xingdye's childhood... It's a vast expanse of darkness.

The only thing that I remember repeatedly, is a dignified and charming woman standing by a clear spring in the eternal sky, and said to him: "An adopted son is an adopted son, but Wan Mo gave birth to the heart of a dove occupying a magpie's nest." ”

This alone is not difficult to know how lonely Mo Xingran's heart should be.

......

Wuge's body was immersed in the cold pool, and he didn't respond for a long time, only his moist shoulders couldn't stop shaking, and his thin back was lonely.

Seeing this, Shangguan Wan'er rubbed her nose and said in a muffled voice: "The matter has come to this, I have no intention of arguing with you again, for his sake, I can only advise you." ”

Her expression suddenly became serious, her eyes cautiously swept around, making sure that there was no one, and said in a low voice: "Dongyan is not a good person, no matter how he lobbied you, you just need to remember one thing." She walked to the edge of the cold pool and looked at Wuge's back: "Don't promise him anything." ”

Wuge was stunned, the tears in the corners of his eyes dripped into the cold pool, and when he turned back, there was no trace of Shangguan Wan'er behind him.

———

In the depths of the hinterland of Wengshan, the miasma dissipates cleanly here, the moon is bright, and among the inconspicuous dense forests, there is a bare rock, the only difference from other places is that this rock is dark red, reflecting the moonlight, revealing a gloomy atmosphere.

The man in a dark robe raised his hand with his back, and the mountain rock in front of him made a low muffled sound, and the dark red rock cracked in it, and it moved violently to both sides, revealing a deep, upward-sloping corridor.

The man was followed by several subordinates who were also dressed in dark colors, and the leader raised his head and looked at the man: "Master, there are more than 20 people in the mountain, and in less than a day, they will all be captured." ”

Hearing this, the man in the black robe turned his head unhurriedly, and his left eye was covered with a delicate butterfly face, half covering his face, mysterious and evil.

"Well, you send a few people to the waterfall to look for it, that person of the Protoss, he wants to see people alive and dead to see corpses. The man's voice was low and magnetic, as if whatever he said was bewitching.

The man at the head answered, and watched the man enter the corridor, and then Hongyan slammed shut, and there was no crack in sight.

......

Dongyan walked up the stairs, and in the dark corridor, the footsteps echoed lowly.

At the end, he raised his slender hand, and the faint candlelight lit up all around, covering the entire mountain god mound in dim light.

This is an ancient temple, and at the same time, it is also where the Xuanmen Pavilion is located.

Inside the temple stand eight stone pillars carved with mottled characters, an ancient character that suppresses the secrets of the shrine.

At the end of the empty temple stood a statue of Buddha, three people tall, with eyes lowered and the Dharma was majestic and solemn.

But it seems that because no one has taken care of it for a long time, the Buddha statue is covered with cobwebs and dust.

"Sluggish. Dong Yan sighed softly, his sleeve robe waved, and a gust of wind swept away all the dust on the Buddha statue, and it looked new.

Only then did I see that this Buddha statue seemed to be a little different from other Buddha statues, this is a sitting Buddha, but there is no lotus seat under the Buddha's seat, but it is floating in the air, and the whole Buddha statue glows with a miserable white and cold light, which is incompatible with the light of the candle flame in this temple.

"Master, you're back. Yokozawa walked out of the darkness on the side of the temple and bowed to the east.

"Where is she?" Dongyan did not look back, and worshiped the Buddha sincerely.

"She is in the cold pool, and she has embedded her Lord God back into herself, as you commanded. ”

"Hmm. ”

Dong Yan got up slowly, with a wave of his robe, the candles on the rock wall were extinguished in an instant, and there was only the dismal white light of the ancient Buddha in the temple.

He turned around and raised his hand to fan Yokozawa in the face without warning, and his delicate face immediately turned red: "You want her life, who gave you the order?"

Yokozawa seemed to have expected it, his eyes narrowed, his body leaned sideways, and he turned his head quietly: "Master, you have moved your compassion, you can't do it, only I will get rid of her for you." ”

Dong Yan raised his eyebrows when he heard this, and his narrow eyes looked at him interestingly: "When did you become so thoughtful?"

"Don't dare, Yokozawa went to the land of Razor to receive the punishment. ”

Don't explain too much, he understands Dongyan's temperament best, if he says more, I'm afraid it won't be as simple as receiving punishment.

———

At the cold pool, when the time came, the footsteps sounded, and he lay on the stone couch without singing and holding his breath, heard the footsteps, and hurriedly closed his eyes.

The plain gauze dress pours down with the hair on the couch, and the body lies on its side, which shows the woman's delicate curves.

Dong Yan came to the table in front of the stone couch and sat down, staring at the woman's back with his head dragged his cheeks.

Her shoulders were shaking...

The knobly distinct fingers tapped on the tabletop, and the narrow eyes were playful: "See you again, no song." ”