"Go back early, don't stay here. Leng Yi opened his mouth, his tone light. Fuyao waited for a long time, and what he waited for was such an indifferent sentence. The infinite expectation in her heart turned into a fatal blow in the end, and she said sadly: "Don't you have anything else to say to me?" I know you didn't, you didn't say a word. But after all these years, you can at least tell me one thing. Even one sentence will do. You should be pitiful and have mercy on me!" Fuyao became more and more excited,

"It's been ten years, Leng Yi, it's been ten years! You know what! It's been ten years since that incident! You have to blame me, beat me, scold me, hate me, and blame me, I admit it! But why don't you want to say a word to me? What do you want me to do? Will you give her my life? Is it that I'm dead, can you be happy! Yes!" At the end, Fu Yao shouted.

At this time, the two of them who were standing outside the door were confused, but their scalps were getting tighter and tighter, what kind of death and life, even their lives were on the line, what the hell was going on with these two people. Sanyin was a little nervous, frowning, and grabbed the corner of Beiming's clothes.

Suddenly, Nan Fuyao laughed and said sadly: "What's the use of you staying? Can she come back? Did I kill her? It's all my fault? Or do you think the person who died should be me!"

"Shut up!" Leng Yi suddenly shouted! Frightened, Sanskrit outside the door grabbed Bei Ming and covered his mouth.

"I've been shutting my mouth for ten years! I'm about to suffocate to death! You think I want to live! If I knew that you saved me, I wouldn't have let you save you at all! I might as well let me die happily! Leng Yi! I like you, don't you know! For her, you want to hate me for the rest of your life! For her, you want to stay here for the rest of your life, right? I tell you! She's dead! Never come back! Never come back! If you think I deserve to die, you'll kill me! Give me a good time! Nan Fuyao cried and shouted, unable to cry.

Fanyin had already clenched Beiming's arm into his chest, staring at his eyes, his face pale. Linglong trembled and crawled into the collar of Sanskrit, as if he was afraid of the cold, and the appearance of the two people inside was too terrible. "Xiaoyin, do you still want to listen......" Linglong used the sound of the dark voice to convey the situation in the room, and the tone and content of Leng Yi and Nan Fuyao were exactly the same. "Listen. "The Northern Underworld. Linglong flapped his ears, and he didn't dare not listen to Beiming.

"Leng Yi, I hate you, I hate you, I never want to see you again, I hate you!" Nan Fuyao broke out of the door. Everything was quiet. Leng Yi sighed deeply, stood in place, and closed his eyes.

Sanskrit breathed heavily, and Beiming took her away quietly.

"What the hell is going on?" Sanskrit sat in the room of the North Underworld, still unrelieved. "What's going on with Leng Yi and Fuyao. Fanyin frowned. The dragon buzzed around the room like a fly.

"You go out and play with Hongluan for a while, don't talk about today's events. "The Northern Underworld.

"It's scary, it's scary, it's scary, it's scary, it's scary. Linglong muttered and flew out of the window.

"Dead, who is dead, Beiming? Do you know?"

"I don't know. Ten years ago...... "Bei Meditation thought, "I was only seven years old at that time, Leng Yi, and I should have come to the Ministry of Military Affairs nine years ago. ”

"Say, what's going on with them?"

"I'll find someone to check, but don't go and talk to Leng Yi, and don't ask Sister Fuyao. They didn't mention anything about it to outsiders, thinking that there was something unspeakable. "The Northern Underworld.

In the early morning of the next day, Nan Fuyao left the Military and Political Department early with the remaining 500 people of the Fifth Division, and the previous large army had already moved south in advance. After last night's incident, Fanyin wanted to send him off, but somehow, he couldn't open his legs. She watched upstairs as Fuyao left the sixth-floor guest room, and no one was alarmed. Sanskrit silently whispered, ready to follow, but just as she was about to go downstairs, a door on the fourteenth floor opened. Leng Yi walked out. Fanyin turned around and avoided Leng Yi's gaze, but her Ling Jing had already followed. I saw Leng Yi following behind the Fuyao team and didn't make a sound. When Fuyao passed through the city defense gate of the Ministry of Military Affairs, a person quietly appeared there, Mu Cang.

Fuyao was stunned and stopped. Seeing Mu Cang, Fuyao was not surprised, but said with a cold face: "Zuo Ling, do you have any advice." Mu Cang's eyes drooped, and there was a hint of scarlet on the underside of his eyes. Bang, the Ling mirror of Sanskrit sound is broken.

"You just want to go?" Mu Cang said.

"Not so. Fuyao raised his head.

"Are you leaving?" Mu Cang's voice grew deeper and deeper.

When Nan Fuyao was about to glare angrily, a person stood in front of her, it was Leng Yi. I saw him look cold, and hostility overflowed. Mu Cang looked at Leng Yi for a long time, his fists clenched, and he stared south across Leng Yi. The corners of Leng Yi's mouth sank, his body moved slightly, and Nan Fuyao was completely blocked by him. Mu Cang squinted at Leng Yi and walked towards the Houshan Armory for a moment.

"I don't owe you anything!" Nan Fuyao said, shaking his head and leading the soldiers away.

After Ling Jing was broken, Fanyin didn't know what was going on below, she didn't even know how her Ling Jing was broken, what was attacking and seeing through it. "Zuo Ling?" said Sanskrit, puzzled.

At dusk, Leng Yi wanted to come to the restaurant to dine as usual, but Fanyin couldn't see anything different beside him. On the contrary, it was Chilu, Sister Fuyao said goodbye without saying goodbye, he was depressed, and he went out for a walk without eating two bites. Although Sanskrit has a stomach full of questions, there is nowhere to ask, so he can only wait.

Late at night, Dongling Mountain went quietly. Soldiers on patrol walk in formation. The armory in the back mountain is some distance from the military and political department, and few people go near it on weekdays. The armory is inside a mountain gate, a place of seclusion. Mu Cang's hut was built behind a mountain wall outside the armory, and further down the mountain was the place where thousands of his handsome spirit casters lived, each chiseled through the mountain rocks and lived in the caves.

When outsiders approached, they only felt that it was a rock wall, and the mountain gate was solid, and there was no crack in it. No matter what kind of material, the spirit casters can sew them like silk and smooth as water jade. Soul casters don't like to associate with people, and only want to immerse themselves in hard work, which has a lot to do with the fact that their ancestors were excluded by various ethnic groups. Although the spirit caster has long since broken away from the spirit spirit, he has not changed this habit of seclusion. Only Mu Cang's home has a small open-air courtyard in the middle of the mountain wall, surrounded by a wooden fence. There was a stone table and two stone benches in the courtyard, and nothing else.

"Bell, bell, bell. Creak. "There was a knock on the fence gate outside the Mucang Courtyard.

"Enter. Mu Cang answered inside, and the crack in the door was half-hidden.

"Leader, it's so late, I'm sorry. Beiming pushed open the door and said politely. Mu Cang didn't respond. Bei Ming walked in and sat opposite Mu Cang. He was fiddling with a dagger, the blade had not yet opened, but the blade had been shiny by touch, and he thought about it for some years.

"What's the matter with me? Mu Cang said, it doesn't sound friendly.