She didn't dare to help, she didn't dare to touch, it was the kind of medicine that made Mu Yunxue turn into blood and slip from her fingers.

Crying from Youyou, why, why did the people closest to her force her like this, and they all chose this way to turn their backs on her.

"Liyou......" roared in grief, preaching a complete collapse, she had nothing, no beloved daughter, no favorite husband, and all this was due to Liyou's ambition.

As if infected by the desperation of the publicity, Liyou raised his head and looked at Baili Qianmu coldly through the rain curtain: "Who are you?" What do you want? ”

"Mrs. Liyou is distressed? Do you know that it hurts? What a surprise!

How familiar this scene is! Twenty years ago, in this same place, you made me turn into blood from between your fingers! ”

The tone of Sen Sen's voice seemed to seep out through the cemetery: "Liyu, with the poison I developed, have you forgotten?" ”

The mask face, eyes and chin of Baili Qianmu are exposed.

He stood up in surprise, and retreated in horror with his mouth open, those familiar eyes would not ...... No...... She had already been killed by herself......

In the main hall, the yin atmosphere is full of gloomy air, and the yin wind is gusting, as if only two people are left, Liyou and Baili Qianmu.

"Who are you? You can't be her. ”

"Guess." Baili Qianmu's whole body leaned back lazily on the chair, holding the armrests of the chair with both hands, and the calf of his right foot was on the thigh of the seat and swayed gently, but his waist was straight.

Back then, there was such a person who also loved to sit like that, obviously a lady from a family, but he had his own style.

This is not a normal sitting posture, even a man will not sit as frivolously and indecently as her, but she makes it not disgusting, looking hearty, comfortable, and atmospheric.

In the memory, it seems that the woman sat on the chair in the hall like this and talked and laughed with her.

Qianji Zhenren and Debate Machine Monks, who had been closing their eyes, unexpectedly watched Baili Qianmu several more times, as if they saw the sunny woman back then.

"You are not Mu Yunxue, Mu Yunxue, she is dead." Leaving the ghost out of control and roaring loudly, he kept shaking his head, confirming the illusion in front of him.

"Yes! I'm dead! Am I dead...... Am I dead...... Leave the secluded", the gentle question kept hovering in Liyou's ear.

"Why do you want me to die? Your cultivation is lower than mine, how could I die under the poison I developed, Xiao You'er, do you know why? Little You'er, Little You'er......"

The gentle rebuke of resentment is like a breeze seeping into the secluded body from every pore, as if every pore of the body sighs together with the reproach.

Liyou is five years older than Mu Yunxue, but Mu Yunxue has always called her Xiao You'er, which is a milk name that only the two of her know.

"If you want to die, you must die.

Yunxue, you can't blame me. The person who killed you is actually a letter, it's yourself, hahahaha...... Not me.

If you want to blame, you can only blame that there shouldn't be you in this world, why do you appear in front of Hanyu and make him fall in love with you.

Others only know me and his childhood sweetheart, but it is precisely because of my childhood sweetheart that I know that he has changed his mind, his heart is full of you, and he even wants to give up his sect and give up his status to accompany you in the world......"