"Hey, you treat me like air?"

Mo Lingfeng went back to his room to sleep, Murong Qinghe watched him close the door, sighed slightly, and muttered in a low voice.

The room was pitch black, and he couldn't see his five fingers, Mo Lingfeng didn't light the candle, sitting on the ground, his back against the door, helpless and hesitant in his heart.

"Where the hell am I going to find you? Are you still there? It's your dream, and if you leave, everything in your dream will disappear, so now at least it means that you haven't left, right? ”

He asked himself over and over in his heart, but he never got an answer.

That night two years ago, she decided to leave, and he looked at her back, expecting her to look back at him, but she walked away without hesitation.

He sent a few guards to follow her to keep her safe, but for several days, the guards did not return, not even a word of news.

The uneasiness in his heart grew stronger and stronger, and he immediately set off to find her.

The secret guards did not leave a single mark, the road was in all directions, and he did not know which way she had taken, so he sent people to inquire along each road, and pursued thousands of miles, thousands of miles, but still did not get the slightest useful news.

Every mountain forest along the way has left his footprints, there is no shortage of jackals, tigers and leopards in the forest, extremely fierce, stepping into the forest, his heart is very tight.

Jackals, tigers and leopards naturally couldn't scare him, but he was still afraid......

What I was afraid of was finding her mutilated body in the woods.

What I'm afraid of is seeing Sen Sen's bones—maybe it's hers.

I'm afraid that I can't even see the bones and corpses.

Now that two years have passed, he has been afraid for two years.

Sometimes, he couldn't help but think that when he told her two years ago that he already had a crush, she might have hated him very much in her heart when she sent her blessings on the surface.

Because at the time she said he was a scumbag.

That's why she walked without nostalgia.

Sometimes, he thought that maybe the guards who followed him that night were all bribed by her, and several of them hid their whereabouts and deliberately avoided him.

But this possibility is minimal.

The guards are willing to swear allegiance to him, and their sincerity is undoubted, and it is impossible for a powerless little girl to buy him.

The secret guards all knew that she was not an ordinary person, and blood could cure all kinds of poisons, and it was precisely because of this reason that Mo Lingfeng sent trusted henchmen to accompany her to protect her.

At least he was convinced that they wouldn't kill her for profit.

People go to high places, water flows to low places, people's hearts are separated from their stomachs, there is no shortage of people in this world who are hungry for profit, but Mo Lingfeng believes that the secret guards will never do that.

In the past two years, he has thought of many possibilities, maybe Ling Junze found her, killed her, or quietly hid her, this is also possible.

The more I think about it, the more I feel like I'm worthless.

What the truth is, no one can give an accurate answer, he can only rely on his own inner thinking, with countless suspicions in his heart, to survive the days and nights of the past two years.

Just like what he said to Murong Qinghe just now, he wanted to forget her, but he found that he was reluctant to forget at all.

As long as the heart is still there, how can the people who remember it in their hearts forget it?

He has never missed someone so much, the time he misses is getting longer and longer, and his thoughts are increasing day by day, and he can't do more, as if he has let himself fall into a bottomless abyss, even if someone is willing to pull him, he is unwilling to leave, and he has fallen terribly.

He was afraid for two years, afraid to hear about her death, and afraid that he would not even hear about her death.

Facts have proved that she really gradually disappeared from the public opinion of the rivers and lakes, from the cusp of the storm to the gradual calm, and it seems to be announcing to him that not many people care whether she really exists.

But in his heart, she has always existed.

In the past two years, he and Murong Qinghe have traveled among many palaces and assassinated many thorns in the side of the Seventh Prince.

When he kills, he is even more indifferent than before. He is like a walking corpse, eager to assassinate others and kill himself at the same time.

However, he can't shirk his responsibility, he must live.

Every time he thought of every word she had said, when he thought of her in his heart, he could feel that his heart was still alive, otherwise, he would have thought that he had been punished.

Murong Qinghe couldn't find out anything about Ling Feng's past from his mouth at all, and under no circumstances, he would not tell her.

Even if time has passed, even if she has disappeared, no one is alive or dead, there is not even a legend, he will guard the secret in his heart and keep her firmly in his heart.

It doesn't matter if it's a year, two years, ten years, or until the end of life.

After all, Murong Qinghe is the niece of the Seventh Prince, and he is more wary of her than anyone else.

Even if she didn't show the slightest hostility, he was always afraid of the time when he couldn't be prepared.

"Maybe I should have doubted you from the moment you appeared, but I was so confused that I lost you and couldn't find you again."

In the darkness, he whispered, his mind reminding of the first time they met in the restaurant, and his heart was filled with bitterness.

In the past two years, Ling Junze has not troubled him again, Xue Beijie and Xue Chengcheng have lived in the Linxi Valley and have not left the valley so far.

Maybe Xue Beijie now also thinks that Linxi Valley is his place to live, at least Xue Chengcheng is sincere to him.

Compared with the outside world, Linxi Valley is indeed pure, there is no fighting, no grudges, no deceit, and no indistinguishable right from wrong.

"It seems that I am the only one left in this world who is still looking for you aimlessly, but I can't find you."

"You said that you want to accumulate vitality so that Xue Beijie can live a hundred years old, if you say it, if you still count, if you are still alive, if you still know the world...... Someone is thinking of you, so you should show up quickly, okay? ”

Mo Lingfeng choked up, his eyes were full of tears, and between his eyes, two lines of tears dripped uncontrollably.

Tears are salty.

He hated the uneasiness, helplessness, and panic in his heart.

This feeling actually comes from a woman, a woman who has long since disappeared.

But he couldn't resist this feeling, it was like a bitter fruit, which had gradually sprouted at the moment when she appeared in his life, and now it was fruitful, and he was left to taste the bitter fruit alone.

If she was still alive, she might have forgotten about him a long time ago, and even disdained to ask for a little news about him, right?

If this is the case, then he is quite relieved in his heart, at least it shows that she is jealous and hates him and Murong Qinghe together.

"Hey, did you sleep?"

Murong Qinghe asked as he knocked on the door outside.

It was pitch black in the room, and for a long time she didn't hear an answer.

"Why is this man so strange today?"

Murong Qinghe muttered, the more she thought about it, the more she felt that something was wrong, she really couldn't figure out what Mo Lingfeng was thinking, so she simply didn't guess, she couldn't guess anyway.

"Are you alright? I'm going to sleep, don't think nonsense, it's not that you haven't looked for her, it's that you can't find her, maybe she's still alive, but she doesn't care about you anymore? ”

Murong Qinghe's heart was straightforward, and after he finished speaking, he realized that he seemed to be adding fuel to the fire, maybe Mo Lingfeng would feel even worse when he heard this.

"Uh...... I'm going to sleep too......" she said weakly, and then walked away quickly.

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