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Above the Tianyuan Palace, Hua Qingmo's anxious voice made Bai Zixiao feel very interesting, and the crying and embarrassed little face made him want to hug and kiss. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

However, perhaps, there is no chance in this life.

That day in the Ziwei Palace, he said that he owed Hua Qingmo something, and now it's time.

He remembered that when Hua Qingmo said to him that he liked it a long time ago, he didn't reply, but just accepted her. Now at this time, it should be said, otherwise Xu will have no chance.

After saying that, Bai Zixiao saw Hua Qingmo's tears welling up, and he really looked like an unscrupulous child. When she was knocked unconscious and taken away by Yun Yawen, Bai Zixiao's hand couldn't help but shake, and the always bewitching smile on the corner of her lips also disappeared.

Lowering his eyes, Bai Zixiao looked at the gorgeous and precious golden dragon statue in the Golden Palace, the shining night pearl, and the noble and exquisite red gold carved dragon pattern throne, and the smile on the corner of his lips was like fireworks again, enchanting blooming.

"These things are worth the life?" Thinking of the few Xiloulan people who were buried by the yellow sand, the smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips became more and more mocking.

But he also knew that he didn't like this, but there were too many people in this world who risked their lives for wealth.

Slowly walking towards the north of the Tianyuan Palace, Bai Zixiao took off the dark purple peony flower robe he was wearing. He put his cloak over the red gold carved dragon pattern throne paper, and then sat down.

His right arm rested on the armrest of the throne, his cheek tilted slightly, and Bai Zixiao supported his chin with his hand, looking at the yellow sand falling from the skylight above the Tianyuan Palace.

The sand and stones fell to the ground and slowly accumulated, and when it was almost at the same level as the base of the four golden dragon statues, the skylight above the Tianyuan Hall suddenly closed, and there was no yellow sand to flow into.

There are many night pearls around here, so the Tianyuan Hall at this moment is as bright as day. Looking at everything luxurious around him, Bai Zixiao's eyes seemed to fall into a dull black, strange and lonely.

As he expected.

"Wenjing, you'll be coming to see me soon!" Bai Zixiao's indifferent voice sounded in the Tianyuan Palace, and the tone without any emotion was even more ruthless than the coldness of gold.

Closing his eyes lightly, the smile on the corner of his lips is like a bewitching red flower blooming in the desert, which is more dazzling and dazzling than the dazzling scene of gold everywhere in front of him.

After staying in the Tianyuan Hall for about ten hours, in the middle of the four golden dragon statues, the white marble carved stone pillar suddenly moved to the side, and a staircase leading to the bottom appeared in front of Bai Zixiao.

Seeing this scene, Bai Zixiao just watched quietly, and the smile on the corner of her lips was weird.

Soon, the sound of people's footsteps came from the passage, and soon after, Wen Jing, dressed in a moon-white flowing cloud brocade robe, slowly walked out from inside.

In his hand he held a golden lampholder, which was illuminated by a night pearl, very similar to the decoration placed in the Tianyuan Palace. The night pearl is brilliant and warm, reflecting his beautiful face, warm as jade, unparalleled in the world.

"Done talking?" Bai Zixiao looked at Wenjing, and her smile deepened.

Hearing this, Wen Jing just smiled faintly and didn't say anything. He set aside the golden lamps along with the numerous lampholders. Immediately, he walked towards the statue of the golden dragon, his body half-leaning, looking extremely lazy and casual.

"Aren't you just waiting for me to talk more?" Wen Jing asked softly, remembering her desperate appearance when she told everything just now, Wen Jing felt that Bai Zixiao was really ruthless, and it made him, a person who has seen everything and experienced countless reincarnations, feel scared.

In this world, I am afraid that I don't care about Hua Qingmo as much as Bai Zixiao, but in the same way, no one will hurt the person they love the most as ruthlessly as Bai Zixiao.

"She cried and scolded you bastard, and scolded a lot, if you heard it, I guess I want to laugh as much as I do." Wen Jing said that he really laughed, and laughed loudly. And his voice is always so casual and elegant, like the blue sky and white clouds, comfortable and soft.

"Really?" Bai Zixiao didn't smile, but the original smile on the corner of his lips also fell. He could think of Hua Qingmo's desperate appearance at that time, slightly, a little distressed.

Seeing that Bai Zixiao's expression was slightly different from the usual moment, Wen Jing didn't laugh again, but just put a faint smile on his lips. He stared at Bai Zixiao, his expression was like a cloud, and his gaze was unfathomable.

"This passage leads to the outside, and you still have time to get back to her. There are only two months left, but it is better to have them than not at all. ”

"She's already broken once, there's no need to go through it again." Regarding Wen Jing's proposal, Bai Zixiao just replied coldly.

For Bai Zixiao's words, Wen Jing just smiled faintly, and his tone was slightly solemn: "I really didn't expect that you would succumb to the blood soul flower poison, succumb to fate, and there are still two months to go, don't you want to find another possibility?" Perhaps, you will be alive. ”

"Since the day we were born, the world has been walking a road to death, and we are just walking towards the end of the red dust day by day." Bai Zixiao smiled coldly, and his voice was indifferent. Immediately, a little smile appeared on the corner of his lips, like a cold plum in the snow, cold and lonely.

"I know you can see that it doesn't matter whether you live or die." Wen Jing heard Bai Zixiao's words, and the smile on the corner of his lips did not change, but he was still as warm as jade and as elegant as a cloud. He raised his head and looked in a certain direction, and his dark pupils deepened a little: "Qing Mo is only nineteen years old, just a child who has just grown up. You have prepared a supreme position for her, you have found someone for her who will not betray to guard her side, you have done everything for her, don't you want to accompany her for the rest of your life? ”

"Perhaps, there is another way."

Wenjing's voice is like the clearest and most tranquil syllable in a chime. Every word of his is not a little wave, there is no difference, and the law is flat and terrifying.

Hearing Wen Jing's words, the smile on the corner of Bai Zixiao's lips suddenly softened. He lowered his eyes slightly, and his long eyelashes left a thick, indelible silhouette on his eyes. And the eyes hidden under it are even darker to death.

"Zi Xiao's life...... I didn't have any extravagant hopes...... Stay with her. ”

Bai Zixiao's voice was still indifferent, but there was a long, deep helplessness, like a lonely traveler, walking on a long road with no end and no future, desolate to the point of despair.

"You say I believe in fate, and you say maybe there is another way. It's just that you should know that I Bai Zixiao never believes in fate, I only believe in myself, and I know very well that this body can't accompany her for a lifetime. ”

When he said this, Bai Zixiao raised his eyes slightly, looked at Wenjing, and the smile on the corner of his lips was the same as in the past, still so dazzling and bewitching, with a kind of evil charm to the extreme.

Originally, this life would not live long, and it was the greatest luck in Bai Zixiao's life to be able to meet her in this short period of time. When I became the most powerful 9,000 years old, I never thought that I would be subjugated by a little girl, but how can a person calculate everything from beginning to end in this life? Bai Zixiao smiled, with a little faint and indelible tenderness in her bewitching smile.

Wen Jing calculated his life, but he didn't count Hua Qingmo.

He didn't care about this life, but he didn't want to meet Hua Qingmo.

She is the only gift God has given him.

Reaching into the sleeve robe, Bai Zixiao touched something.

It was a brocade bag of white embroidered crape myrtle flowers, and there was nothing else in it, only a wisp of green silk. In the early morning of that day, he cut the strand from Hua Qingja's hair.

At the time, he discarded it very casually, but in fact, he kept it close to his body all the time.

He wanted to leave Hua Qingmo and sleep in the Golden Palace when he wanted to leave something by his side.

Her green silk is accompanied by her side, and she can be regarded as dead and acupuncture.

"Wenjing, Yun Qianmeng and I have both made a choice, you should be satisfied, right?" Bai Zixiao asked Wen Jing, and there was no trace of blame in his tone.

"Don't you blame me?" Wen Jing knew Bai Zixiao very well, and from his tone and demeanor, he could see that he did not blame himself at all. And this kind of appearance made Wen Jing think of Chu Xuanxiao, Yun Qianmeng's death made Chu Xuanxiao hate herself, and it was no longer a word to blame.

It's just Bai Zixiao, his calculations against him are more vicious, more ruthless, and more inhumane than Chu Xuanxiao. However, he didn't hate himself at all, and he didn't even blame himself at all.

"Why should I blame you?" Bai Zixiao asked lightly, her voice was indifferent, and her tone was casual. "Being calculated by you can only mean that I am not as good as you and have lost to you. If you blame you, doesn't it seem that I can't afford to lose? ”

Bai Zixiao's hand removed from his sleeve robe, and instead picked up a strand of black hair that fell from his chest. The snow-white fingers and the black ink hair are set off, more and more demonic, more and more evil.

"Besides, in terms of life and death, I lose to you, and in terms of others, you are behind me, let alone a hundred steps."

Wen Jing did calculate his life and took his life into his hands. In terms of life and death, he is no match for Wen Jing, but this is nothing, after all, he has experienced a hurry of time, and he is incomparable to time.

But if you compare it with this life, Wenjing is a big loser.

In his life, Wenjing has been calculating others, passing his time, saying that he is happy with himself, but he has not been really happy much time.

And he himself, the first twenty-five years, spent the first twenty-five years in power, calculation, death, and blood, and never really lived a moment of happiness. He thought that the remaining fifteen years of his life would be so boring, but he met her on that day.

I can't remember what I thought when I saved Hua Qingmo. But in my mind, as if Qiongyun was a glimpse, familiar, plain, but unforgettable pictures flashed quickly. The broken body of the first encounter, the caution and cowardice of Yuan Chi's second encounter, the serious persistence when confiding his heart to him, and the resolute perseverance that would rather die than betray...... There is no one like her who will stay by her side as desperately as she is, in this world...... No one will love themselves but her.

The smile on the corner of his lips softened, and the peerless face of Bai Zixiao was like the most gentle scenery in the world at this time, frozen in the most beautiful and lasting moment.

"Now, whether one person is on the throne or one person is buried under the yellow sand, all the years before, right and wrong, grievances and grievances, will all pass away with Zi Xiao's departure. It's just that...... I'm afraid...... She'll cry ......."

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