The Floating Flower Fairy actually wanted to dissuade her, although it was not too far to fly this way, but it would take five or six days to walk, for them, even if it was the Floating Flower Fairy, of course, it was nothing, but for Zi Yue, whose cultivation had been completely lost, it was a difficult thing to walk so far even if she stared at the protective shield.

"That big ink, you send Jingyi, and then catch up." Yang Jian said.

Mo Wenjun nodded, and picked up Ziyue to the clouds.

"Send you to the Moving Temple, okay?" Mo Wenjun asked.

Ziyue was stunned, but she agreed, yes, going to the Relocation Hall here is much closer than going back and coming back the same way, even if the Shifting Hall is the original center of the battlefield, but after the war, it was repaired and restored to function as soon as possible. Moreover, the Moving Hall was originally one of the ways they had to go, and Ziyue went there to pay respects, which could be regarded as full of heart.

This rare carefulness simply flattered Ziyue, and then she heard Mo Wenjun's next sentence: "After you go back, help me accompany the question, and say that when I come back from the festival, I will go and tell her about the festival, so that she won't be angry." ”

Because Mo Wenjun didn't ask Mo Wenxin, Xiao Yezi was still messing with him when he left.

Ziyue tugged at the corners of her mouth and didn't speak.

Sure enough, all his tenderness and care had nothing to do with her.

Mo Wenjun was also accustomed to Ziyue's approval, and subconsciously ignored her disappearing answer.

Mo Wenjun's figure had disappeared into the distant wind, and Ziyue suddenly hooked the corners of her mouth and smiled lightly. After paying homage to the colleagues who died in the war, Ziyue's eyes were far-reaching.

At that time, she had just ascended, because of the grace of Mo Wenjun, she rarely went through things, even if she was not unable to distinguish between etiquette and intention, but she was still involuntarily immersed in that illusory sense of security, even if there was no fixed wind and frost, the coldness of the cross star could not erase half a point, but let him gradually become the last warmth and sustenance in her heart, so back then, she used herself to save her without hesitation.

It's a pity that it's been thirty years, it's been thirty years, even if he has fulfilled his responsibilities as a husband, it is only an obligation after all, and all the coldness, in the final analysis, is just a ruthless sentence.

So in the past eleven years, no matter whether she was awake or asleep, whether she was unconscious or striving, even if he walked to the door just to greet Mo with a heart-to-heart greeting, he never came to the hospital bed to look at her, even if he had more reasons, in fact, in the final analysis, it was just his weak heart. Because of his weak heart, he was timid, because of guilt, so he ran away, so he avoided so that he didn't even dare to appear in front of her for an extra second, even if it was just a side face of her, it could remind him of Ziyue's sacrifice and the child who died for Ziyue as soon as he was formed. He is not a person who will run away because of timidity, and he can let himself be overwhelmed by guilt, in the end, it is just a ruthless sentence.

That's it, that's it, you're ruthless, what's the point of me entanglement? Thirty years, a full thirty years, she can't let him see more than half of the love between men and women outside of responsibilities and obligations, thirty years may be very short for others, but for Ziyue, it is already half of her life, she has exhausted half of her life in vain, and it is time to let go.

Since Mengying spontaneously combusted the Yuan Shen sacrifice Wudingguan, she went to Wudingguan, she used to be the favorite Feimeng she never went on again, more than forty years are about to fifty years have passed, but everything here seems to be the same as it was back then, without the slightest change. It's just that Ziyue knows that many of those people who used to be will never appear again.

If life is only as first seen, what is the autumn wind and sad fan.

Back then, Xiao Yezi actually proposed to come to her private space to have a look, but Ziyue perfunctory, this was the only thing that Ziyue opened her mouth and she didn't promise her. Now I opened the door, only to find that the space was empty.

Only in the middle, a box of purses was suspended. The craftsmanship is not exquisite, far less than Ziyue's hand-made, and the materials are not exquisite, it is the level of ordinary vendors, and there is no formation bonus, but it is just an ordinary purse. But such a purse was cherished by Ziyue.

Ziyue opened the purse and poured out the contents.

The material is a blue water jadeite, but the seed head is general, just a bean seed, the color is glutinous, and the warm color on nephrite is of course the top grade, but it is not clear enough to be turbid on the jadeite, and this piece of jadeite geology is average, floating white flocculent flower spots, saying that the floating flowers are gold, and the bean field is the truth, there may be cracks on the original material, but it is rare to be quite ingenious in the person who took out the bracelet, obviously it is such a hopeless bottom material, but along the crack to take out the appearance of two rings of flat bracelets, On the back, there are two independent flat bracelets, only a piece of white floating flowers retained on the front are connected, like a bracelet with only two rings.

But ingenuity is ingenuity, such a wide jade bracelet can only be made into a piece, and it can't be taken out.

Ziyue touched the jade bracelet, put the jade bracelet back into the purse, and with a movement of her fingertips, the purse turned into a white light and flew out. Now, she can only reminisce about the feeling of using immortal magic in her flying dreams. It's just that I don't know if it's been too long since I used my hands, and when that white light was abolished, I vaguely heard a crisp breaking sound from the purse.

Coming back from the flying dream, Ziyue smiled and walked into the vast world.

The moment he went out, he was out of the protection of the Shifting Temple, and the pressure of the mountain suddenly fell down, which was much more difficult than the pressure outside!

Ziyue's body shook, but it seemed that she only shook, and then continued to move forward seemingly unaffected.

The desolate land was littered with wreckage, and even the sky seemed to be shadowed blood-red. It was devastated and dilapidated. After the war is raging, even if it is the fairy world, what can be left except ruins?

What's more, this is the site of the final battle.

In the color of blood, the one-star white clothes were extremely cold.

Dressed in white, with black hair, her face was paler than the clothes on her body, and she was drenched in cold sweat and embarrassed.

The pressure was layered on her body as she advanced, but she still walked in her original direction step by step.

Day and night turned over and over again, and she approached her destination step by step.

It was a bottomless hole, dark and deep, as if even the light had to be inhaled.

The cold wind blowing from the gap between the realms blew her long sweat-soaked hair, her dry gaze flowed out of a touch of scarlet, her heavy eyelids were covered with black pupils, she laughed miserably, pulled out her hairpin, let her ink hair fly, and removed the spiritual power formation on her wrist, which had already lost her spiritual power formation, and could only go out as a decorative jade bracelet, letting herself fall into the seemingly bottomless abyss.

The white corners of the clothes flickered away against the deep background, disappearing into the darkness.

You are ink, the darkest in the world. I am white, and I am incompatible with black. It's not the same way, even if it's forced together, it's a different way in the end.

Mo Wenjun, I hope you and I will never see each other again.