Out of the Liuli Pavilion, Ning Yuge immediately recovered the appearance of Bai Luoyi, his eyes were like frost, his expression was slightly cold, he leaned against the corridor with his hands in his hands, his lips were tight, and he was quietly contemplating.

Suddenly, the sound of the Guqin came from the Longxiao Pavilion in the distance, such as crying and complaining, like a big bead and a small bead falling on a jade plate, crisp, throwing the ground, and then like a war between soldiers and horses, thunder and radical, only a moment of music and wind slightly, if it is gloomy, sad and lonely, such as being in the fog of cold clouds and dim smelling the lonely goose in the sky.

Ning Yuge shook his head helplessly, knowing that the vinegar jar of Longxiao Pavilion must have been overturned, and Ru, who was familiar with the door, had to take a shortcut to Longxiao Pavilion.

Long Xiao Pavilion was cold and silent, the sound of the piano was sandwiched with half a minute of internal breath, and at this moment, the bamboo leaves on the ground were rolled up and scattered, that is, they were cut and shattered in the air because of the internal breath of the piano, and the residual leaves flew away, looking terrifying.

The lonely figure in the house fell under the glass beads, undulating with the sound of the piano, and the courtyard was like a cold winter.

Ning Yuge squinted, frowned slightly, gathered his right hand, the dark gray aperture slowly faded, and as soon as he touched the aftermath of the piano sound, the swirling fallen leaves all fell to the ground, the sound of the piano stopped suddenly, and the man in the room sat silently.

She pushed the door into the house, Mo Jiu held back her anger, her dark eyes opened slightly, and when she saw the person who came, she was even more angry.

Ning Yuge sat opposite him, holding his head, smiling faintly, shaking his head helplessly, "Ah Jiu, you are still so jealous"

The long-lost voice of Ah Jiu, like nectar from a long drought, moisturized and sweet, Mo Jiu's expression gradually eased, but he still didn't open his mouth angrily.

"If you don't test him so much, how can you see some clues" Ning Yuge continued to curry favor.

"Heh, that's why I changed the beauty trick without authorization" Mo Jiu's cold voice made Ning Yuge feel cold.

Ning Yuge smiled bitterly, "How did I know that he was so abnormal, I probably didn't expect me to take the initiative to sue for peace."

Mo Jiu looked directly into her eyes, his expression was extremely serious, "Yu Ge, he is no longer the boy of the past"

"I naturally know that the current Liuli Pavilion is the Yan Clan's traceability, and it is mine...... Exterminate the enemy" Ning Yuge's eyes flashed with fire, his tone was cold, and there was no trace of warmth.

She didn't know that the best friend who accompanied her yesterday is now today's enemy.

"He will never be so stupid, he will only be more vicious when he turns around" Ning Yuge was powerless to support his head, the current Yan Suxuan's cultivation is extremely high, and it is mixed with the trickery of the demon clan, so he must be very careful to deal with it.

"It's just a small skill of carving insects," Mo Jiu snorted lightly, not paying attention to it.

Ning Yuge's eyes lit up, "I knew you had an idea, but you have lost half of your life, I'm afraid that you are not his opponent now."

Mo Jiu tugged at the corners of his mouth and said lightly, "It's almost over, now I just need to continue to let him think so, after all, there are still demon clans involved."

Ning Yuge shook his head, "Is there anything else in this world that Mo can't host?" ”

"Natural", Mo Jiu's eyes were full of affection, attached to her hand, "except for you"

Ning Yuge coughed lightly, her face was slightly red, but her heart was filled with warmth, a hundred years of loneliness, only these eyes, this voice maintained her life like faith, how could she not know the hard work he had lived in the past hundred years.

Even though he played a little petty, he also knew that he was the only one who was willing to devote his life to protecting her and loving her for the rest of his life.

"Then he will definitely take action next" Ning Yuge seemed to think of something, and asked hurriedly.

"Naturally, it is the reappearance of the divine weapon, and the bloody rain and bloody wind are coming" Mo Jiu poured a glass of water and handed it to the singer of Ning Yu, seeing her thinking hard, her eyes were full of pity.

"It's really painstaking, what is the pain, if you want it, come and get it" Ning Yuge seemed to be puzzled.

"For the sake of fame and profit, it is natural to have a good name, so that you can sit firmly in the world, even if you are reborn, you will lose the world" Mo Jiu said lightly.

"He actually wants this world" Ning Yuge's pupils opened slightly, heh, this supreme position in the world will make people lose their hearts.

Fame and fortune are the double-edged sword, even if this end is deeply inserted into the heart of the enemy, the other end of the self has long been blurred.

"Don't want to know why he's like that?" Mo Jiujing took a sip of himself, and when he saw Ning Yuge frowning and pondering, he immediately asked.

Ning Yuge relaxed his brows and replied easily, "It's not that I don't know everything, it's just that I ...... Uncle Yan and Aunt Yan used to treat me sincerely, and some of the future is still ...... I can't tell."

The eyebrows under her eyes were only slightly tired at this moment, even if she didn't deliberately reminisce, those old people followed the path of thought, and those veins and warmth would always echo in her mind unnaturally.

"Yu Ge, if he fights ...... day" Mo Jiu looked at Ning Yu Ge worriedly, although he knew that Ning Yu Ge had always been decisive in killing, but the old friendship was a hurdle that could not be crossed after all.

"If he doesn't repent, he won't be merciful" Ning Yuge's eyes were bloody, and he responded categorically, his fists clenched, and his chest rose and fell.

It's like a fish in the throat, making it difficult to swallow.

She didn't know that Yan Suxuan was already a stranger, and a war in Japan was inevitable.

Mo Jiu nodded, and continued to sit upright and stroke the qin, he was born lonely and couldn't understand it, but he knew that the past was a trace of warmth in the devastation for Ning Yuge, just that, with him, she would be healthy for a lifetime.

The sound of the piano started, soft as the moon, curling like a smoke screen, entangled in the heart, Ning Yuge sighed softly, his thoughts scattered, he broke off the worries in his mind, and listened quietly, as if looking back on the years, it was the picture of their first acquaintance.

Mo Jiu stroked the qin, she danced the sword, and the cooperation was seamless, and the soul was the same.