The two of them floated silently in the air, like a moment of calm after the fierceness, if one of them tidied up the clothes of the other person who were torn up by the mountain wind, I am afraid that the person who had to fight to the death before would be a different scenery.

Calm always comes for a short time, either deliberately shattered by oneself, or something outside causes ripples.

Just like Wuyue at this moment, without hesitation, he took the steel gun that he had just recovered and pointed at the man who was standing quietly in the wind and looking at another man.

After all, Mo Wuji was not harmless, he only used his most inconspicuous movements to tear apart the girl's fierce attack.

The gun is a sharp weapon, and the weak hand looks vulnerable in front of it, but it is the palm that looks weak, against the tip of the gun, there is no imaginary blood flowing, and there is no imaginary resentful roar, Mo Wuji is very calm, and he doesn't even look at Wu Yue, in his eyes, there is only the man in front of him.

He was waiting for him to answer, willing or unwilling.

It's like a couple of newcomers swearing solemnly in front of the master of ceremonies, with a hint of expectation, but more of a calm.

However, this is not a solemn palace after all, there is no full of friends, no blessings, only the cold mountain wind raging on his face, a steel gun and a girl who always inadvertently comes to mind.

Sometimes, is it important to be wrong and right? Just like Mu Ming was standing in front of Mo Wuji at this time, he knew that he was wrong, but he still wanted to be wrong.

In fact, it has nothing to do with right or wrong, he just doesn't want to see the girl sad.

He said: "The previous life was too bland, and I want to taste something sweet in this life." ”

Mo Wuji was stunned, he thought of a hundred answers, but he didn't expect this. He looked at the girl who wanted to kill him quickly, and then looked at the familiar and unfamiliar friend in front of him, there was light in Mu Ming's eyes, and he suddenly laughed unscrupulously, and the laughter spread throughout the entire Dongling Mountain.

After traveling in a hurry for 50,000 years, he awakened in the shell of another person, and when they met again, he found that he and Mu Ming were the same kind of people after all, but he loved the country and the country, and his best friend was beauty.

Mo Wuji's sudden wildness made the girl a little confused, so she had to look at the other man with an inquiring look.

It's just that she saw a pair of fiery eyes, which were too hot, and she knew exactly what they meant, only

It was she who couldn't look directly, so she just glanced at it in a hurry, and quickly staggered, and there was a trace of shame and coquettishness on her face.

Finally, Mu Ming tasted a hint of sweetness, so suddenly, silently appeared in his heart.

It's just that at this time, he couldn't have imagined that the sweetness he desperately wanted at this time would become the bitterness that he couldn't avoid in the future.

Life is impermanent, and who knows if the person you love will become another person? The so-called eternal obsession is mostly just the longing in the storyteller's story.

Men are too easy to be tempted, women are often prone to emotional sorrow and resentment, is it fate or sin, Mu Ming can't see clearly at this time, Wuyue can't see clearly, and the pampering of entanglements in the future is also not clear.

Ignorant men and women are like moths to a fire, wanting to taste the sweetness of this time.

Although it is sweet, it is also greasy to taste too much.

Mo Wuji finally ended his hysterical wildness, he laughed so hard that he didn't even wipe his tears when his sister fell from the city, and at this time there was a little tear in the corner of his eye, which was quickly wiped away by the mountain wind.

"Good, good, good. ”

Mo Wuji said three good words in a row, and no one knew which thing he was so sure of.

It's just that in the next second, the teenagers and girls tensed their bodies one after another, and even the people hiding in the void didn't care about hiding their bodies and jumped out.

There were five people around the demonic young man, and it was obvious that they were surrounding him, but they didn't dare to take a step beyond the thunder pool, just because of the demonic aura that rushed to the sky, they couldn't speak, and they couldn't even have the courage to be an enemy.

The talk collapsed, naturally he still had to fight, since he couldn't be a comrade-in-arms, Mo Wuji wouldn't be naïve to let him go back like Mu Ming and go against himself, finally, Mu Ming felt the killing intent on Mo Wuji for the first time.

For the first time, he suddenly felt how ridiculous the plan to kill Mo Wuji was, this man had already exceeded everything they had estimated.

At the first time, Mu Ming made his most accurate judgment: "Escape! ”

Yes, he doesn't want Chu anymore, and he doesn't want it anymore,

Almost subconsciously, the girl was grabbed by him and thrown directly to the rag.

"Let's go!"

Everyone could hear the determination and helplessness in that voice.

Cloth, the hidden guard and the rest of their lives are all pragmatic people, the next moment, the moment away.

Mu Ming didn't move, everyone left, and no one could escape, let alone spread the news to the King of Chu's city.

At this moment, it seems to be fate, people who have been entangled all their lives 50,000 years ago will face each other face to face, and no outsiders will disturb them.

Everyone has important people in their lives, so the rest of their lives ran to the foot of the mountain, the hidden guard flew in the direction of leaving the city, and the rag knocked out the struggling girl, and no one thought of Mu Ming.

"Why bother?" Mo Wuji said.

"I said I'm surrendering now, is it too late?" Mu Ming smiled, he hadn't laughed in a long time.

But the meaning of the joke itself is just to joke, and it has no meaning to the matter.

So as soon as Mu Ming finished speaking, a light appeared all over his body, like blood.

The method of sacrifice seems to have always been a biological instinct, like an instinct from God, or not a gift, but a transaction.

Heaven is fair, you have to throw away what you want to protect, and you have to lose what you want to gain.

Therefore, Mu Ming had to lose the new life that his disciples had helped him get through all difficulties, and Mo Wuji had to lose his reason, like a mad demon.

Blood light is never a good-looking color, but Mo Wuji looks at it very seriously.

The method of sacrifice is understood by everyone, but the weight of life, who can easily let go, even if it is a little life, is not easy to give up, so even if the legal person who sacrificed is known, such a strange red color is still rare.

Because the living, from the bottom of their hearts, are filled with an aversion to death.

Mo Wuji's eyes were scarlet, and he said with the only reason: "It turns out that you think it's worth it." ”

There was a hint of confusion, a hint of melancholy, and a hint of inexplicable envy in that voice. But none of that mattered anytime soon, for the last bit of the man's sanity seemed to have been extinguished by the mountain wind.

His beast-like roar spread throughout the Cave Spirit Mountain, thrilling. Only Mu Ming looked at him, and there was a trace of compassion in his eyes.

Fifty thousand years later, recognizing each other, he has changed, and so has himself.

The red light and the black demonic qi collided together, and the sky changed color, and a cloud of dark clouds came over this side, mixed with lightning and thunder, and the sky changed.