Mu Yan dragged only half of his body, word by word, gritted his teeth and said, "I won't leave ......"

She can't go!

She has a way to kill the marls!

As long as he fully digests her soul, she can make him burn to ashes!

233 had never hated Mu Yan's stubbornness so much, it howled helplessly, waving and shouting at the sky like a child, and pleading with Mu Yan.

[Master, save Mu Yan......]

[I beg you, go quickly, go quickly......]

"Gollum ......"

After the white boy swallowed Mu Yan's arm, the coffin that had been locked by the Zhenlu lock for hundreds of years finally cracked!!

"Boom—"

Heaven and earth are shaken!

The people standing outside the barrier were also shocked by this abnormal movement, and the weak ones like Mr. Duan and Mrs. Li even fainted directly.

Even Li Fengqi spit out a few mouthfuls of blood one after another, and knelt on the ground in an extremely embarrassed manner.

And what is even more embarrassing and devastating is his eyes......

His eyes widened to the apex, and the tears rolled down his eyes one after another, and the blood mixed in them, rushing bloody tear troughs on his cheeks, and his lips kept opening and closing, but he could not utter a syllable.

The hoarse, rough whine was filled with suffocating despair.

No one knows what he saw?

But that kind of pain even took away the breath of the onlookers.

No!

No!

He pleaded silently, over and over again!

He was willing to trade himself for her!

Even if, as she said, he will never see each other in his life, he is willing!

All he wanted was for her to live! Alive!

Help her!!

As the silent cry reached its climax, the cinnabar mole in his palm slowly floated up and hovered around him.

Around the cinnabar mole, there was a circle of silver-white light, one by one, as if asking him to choose......

- [She won't die, the Drought Fish can't kill her, and after she destroys the Drought Fish, you can recover her remnant soul, so that nothing will change.] She's still there for you, and you're still the person she trusts the most. 】

- [No! I can't be so selfish! I can't watch him suffer! No!!! 】

- [I see.] 】

With these words, the white light disappeared, and the cinnabar mole trembled in the air, rushing straight into the enchantment......

This cinnabar mole is the blood and tears left on Ling Suzhi's white bones by Mo Qinghan before he died, and it is also the memory and remnant soul abandoned by Mo Qinghan......

It was only because her heart was so bitter and bitter that she was overwhelmed that she cut off the suffering, her memories and her remnant soul together!

This remnant soul is the "Mo Qinghan" of that life!

He raised "Mo Qinghan" in his soul, gave love, gave hope, gave care, selflessness and dedication, and he was touching "Mo Qinghan".

If he hadn't encountered a drought, one day, "Mo Qinghan" would have been melted by him with time and love, and all the pain, all the past, all the hatred, torture, helplessness, confusion and struggle would have disappeared like the wind.

At that time, let "Mo Qinghan" return to Mu Yan's soul, she will never remember her entanglement with him, they will always be close to each other, intimate, and even one day, her feelings for him will far exceed the current gratitude, reluctance, pity, sympathy, and sympathy, thus sublimating into love.

Just give him another time......

Give him time......

But.

Fate was cruel but fair.

Everything he humbly stole will be returned in the end.