People who belong to hell can even covet the remaining warmth of the world?

- Meng Yan

"There was a fight here?"

Bai Zhi's expression became serious, and she said that she was the Bai family's caretaker.

If someone is fighting here and the guards don't know about it, then it's time to take it seriously.

Bai Ruo shook his head.

"If you take a closer look, there are no traces of a fight, I guess it was left by the woman!"

Following the firelight, Bai Zhi looked around seriously, just as Bai Ruo said.

But at this moment, the expressions of the two became more and more ugly.

There was blood to prove that she was injured, and they happened to have fought her.

I remember that before leaving, Lord Dark specially instructed: The Lord has an order, no matter what method is used, the woman in the red dress of Shanye must be brought to him unscathed!

"What to do? Do you want to report it? ”

Bai Zhi's mouth was open, her brows were furrowed, and she looked like she was struggling with ideas.

"Look for it first, and then report it if you can't find it!"

Bai Ruo put away the flames.

The two searched the same path where the blood stains appeared.

……

When he woke up again, Meng Yan was already lying on the couch.

"Awake?"

A nice voice rang in her ears, and she turned her head.

What greeted her was a stunning woman, looking at her with gentle eyes and a smile like a flower.

This woman is more beautiful than Amu.

The country is overwhelmed, but that's it.

Looking at Meng Yan's stunned appearance, Mo Yuan couldn't help but cover her mouth and smile.

The pale face was as pale as paper, and because of this smile, it looked a little lively.

"Let's drink the medicine first! The doctor said you need to recuperate for a few days! ”

After speaking, she picked up the medicinal soup from the table next to her and handed it to Meng Yan.

Meng Yan looked down at this medicine and smiled knowingly.

"Thank you~"

Take it and drink it down.

The medicine is extremely bitter, but it is always not as bitter as the injuries and things that have been encountered along the way.

"Hungry?"

Mo Yuan took the empty bowl in her hand, and her every move was beautiful and casual.

Meng Yan nodded, she rarely trusts others, but she will always be inexplicably relieved about the person in front of her, as if she doesn't need to mention any precautions.

Her every move was so gentle, gentle as a fairy.

Amu is also such a gentle person.

She asked, "Can I move around now?" ”

Meng Yan nodded.

"The weather in the outhouse is good, let's go to the outhouse to eat!"

Meng Yan nodded again.

Immediately, he lifted the quilt and walked out of the house with her support.

The moment she opened the door, the dazzling sunlight made her unable to open her eyes.

But that warmth made her really feel it.

The courtyard is large and full of flowers and plants, and it looks vibrant.

But there was one thing that seemed out of place in such a vibrant place.

In the middle of the courtyard, a dead tree.

Rough trunk, ugly appearance.

makes people look at it, and their hearts are inexplicably depressed.

"Isn't it, feeling like it shouldn't be in a place like this?"

Mo Yuan looked at the dead tree, his eyes were deep, and people couldn't see the emotions in his heart.

Meng Yan smiled bitterly, with a touch of sadness on his face.

Yes, people who should not appear in such a place, and those who belong to hell will be greedy for the remaining warmth of the world.

It shouldn't be!

Shouldn't!

She nodded slightly, the dead wood should be removed, she should leave!

Mo Yuan smiled indifferently, "I also think so, in three days, it will disappear, disappear from this place that is incompatible with it, and from now on, people will probably forget about it!" ”

They have their own agendas.

Entering the gazebo, the attendant had already set the meal.

This meal, Meng Yan ate very much.

This meal, Mo Kite only felt that the food was tasteless.

Meng Yan accompanied her to swim in the yard for a long time.

According to her, she has no friends.

According to her, she often stays in the boudoir.

Listening to her, she was very lonely.

Everyone knows that the Mo family has a female named Mo Kite, who is eighteen years old, and is a peerless beauty who makes people fall at a glance, if you are lucky enough to have a glimpse, it is a great honor in this life.

She has a lonely temperament, is lonely, and likes to be alone in the boudoir?

No, none of them know the real her.

Because I heard her talk about it, she ~ will not die soon!

Meng Yan's heart trembled, and his face was full of disbelief.

"I'm like the dead tree, the dying man~"

She said that the clouds were light and the wind was clear.

"Miss Mo will live a long life without worry......"

She's so gentle, God should be there!

God? She would have longed for God to favor such a gentle Mo Kite, isn't her Amu also very gentle?

In the end, the god she had been looking forward to day and night was like a coward, and she never appeared once.

Mo Yuan shook his head and smiled.

"This is fate, and this is what I have longed for for a long time!"

In her eyes, there was redemption and anticipation.

It's just that what she is looking forward to is death, and it is death that redeems her.

In a flash, it was almost dusk.

After dinner, Meng Yan returned to the couch.

Perhaps too tired, she quickly fell asleep.

In a trance, she heard a violent cough and the voices of the handmaidens hurrying around.

It's a dream! It's supposed to be a dream!