The purple eyes slowly closed, and no one could be seen. Mo Ruowei's face didn't show any expression, like a pool of autumn water, under the calm wind of the night, it was still calm and waveless. The blood-red nails gently buckled her chin and lifted it lightly, but it was a little sharp, and it was inserted into Mo Ruowei's flesh inch by inch. Purple blood flowed out, but it never dripped down, but spread up along the bewitching fingers, forming purple ice beads, which spread over the frivolous wrists, and spread inch by inch towards the body of the ice and snow.

The sudden danger, there was not the slightest panic in the tactful eyes, Bing Ningxue raised her head slightly, with a little contempt, "What, have the courage to fight me?" ‘

The purple woman's brows furrowed, and her hands slowly clenched the futon on the couch. Finally, the beads of blood on the winding blood gradually faded, and finally returned to Mo Ruowei's body, and the wound on her jaw was gone.

'What do you want me to do?' Mo Ruowei's voice sounded, mixed with coldness that seeped into the bone marrow.

Slender fingers lifted her chin and lifted it up minute by minute until her neck was fully extended, 'Speaking to the queen mother, is the princess also so scornful of her eyes?' Bing Xue covered her face, revealing a childlike innocent look, Lingling chuckled, "This is really extremely uncomfortable for this palace, this palace is uncomfortable, and the space for peace talks is ...... But it's a lot smaller. ‘

Mo Ruowei lifted her eyelids, her eyebrows curled, and she ran a few times over the fingers that raised her chin, "Princess Ben really doesn't know, there is still room for peace talks between me and the queen. ‘

"Oh? Is that a self-inflicted amorous palace? ”

Mo Ruowei looked back and smiled, "That's your usual style." At this point, her voice became cold, and her sharp gaze went straight to Bing Ningxue's eyes, "The blood contract is over, Brother Wang has returned, my demon clan, there is only one word for you, kill." ”

"That's it......" Bing Ningxue covered his face, pretending to be a little frightened, still smiling like a child, "This palace is waiting for that day, but I can't wait!" ”

Hearing this, Mo Ruowei let out a long sigh and spread her hands helplessly, "Say, what do you want me to do?" ‘

'Huh. Bing Ningxue smiled lightly at the corner of her lips, and her slender fingers slowly took down Mo Ruowei's chin, looking forward to it, full of countless styles. The corners of his cold and arrogant lips raised his heart knowingly, "The princess is really refreshing, so cooperative, this palace still thinks that you still have to talk about a few conditions!" It seems that this palace is too careful. ‘

'Hmph. A cold snort snorted in his throat, and his purple eyes closed again, but his voice was cold to the heart, "If the queen wants so, this princess will be reluctant to do so." ‘

The beautiful face revealed a little annoyance, the corners of Bing Ningxue's lips moved, and she wanted to say something, but after all, she was forced to suppress it, and a cold sentence burst out from her teeth, "Shu Muqing, the saint of the Water Tribe, has been dead for many years, Bai Bilian's heart is lost, and the princess quickly goes to Yuehua to find it." ‘

The purple eyes were still closed, refusing to take a picture. Bing Ningxue's eyebrows moved, and the slender jade fingers slowly crossed her face, and finally stopped at the center of her eyebrows, the blood-colored light of her fingertips lit in, Bing Ningxue leaned over her ear, and chuckled ambiguously, "Bai Bi Lianxin, only you can find it in the world, my—Your Highness the Princess." With a sneer, snow-white hair swept the corners of Mo Ruowei's lips, and Bing Ningxue turned to leave. The moment the small footsteps stepped out of the palace gate, the transparent enchantment that spread throughout the palace withered in an instant, crumbling without a trace.

Mo Ruowei smelled the shattering of the enchantment, and only then did she slowly open her eyelids, and a chuckle appeared on her lips, unable to tell whether it was bitter or desolate.

Once again, once again, Mo Ruowei couldn't tell whether she was alive or dead. Again...... Are you going to Yuehua again? That long-lost land, that crazy old man...... Is he still waiting there? Waiting for a past that cannot be returned, a future that cannot be reached...... Mo Ruowei gritted her teeth, Brother Mu Yu, can I ask you to continue to wait, wait for this bloody storm to be stopped, and wait for the catastrophe of my demon clan to be eliminated...... I'll give you an explanation.

On this night, the moon is as cool as water, and the Beidou is dry. The moon is a silver hook, hooking the long night and scattering the clouds, the wind is a shearing hand, and the water mirror ripples. A few petals of flying flowers shook off, and on top of the pattern, they shattered the moon shadow and shook it like an autumn.

The light purple figure is like a charm, with slender feet dotting ripples, and hurrying under the moon. The familiar feeling gradually approached, and the heartbeat became more and more rapid, and only when he arrived at a clear lake in Donglai Wan'an Palace did he freeze his steps. The purple light faded out of Mo Ruowei's eyes, condensed in one place in the lake, and lasted for a long time.

Dai's eyebrows narrowed slightly, but it was a little more aggressive, and her lips opened lightly, "It's actually here, Desperate Heart Lake." ‘

Heartless Lake, the weird and unpredictable Heartless Lake, the only taboo in Donglai Palace. Desolate, birds and beasts are rare, it is rumored that this lake is sealed with a number of female ghosts, crying all day long, and cannot be freed. Every year is approaching, on the twenty-eighth day of the lunar month, the water on the lake surface turns into blood red and rushes. Such strange legends were once rumored, and several palace people were drowned, everyone believed it to be true, and for decades, no one dared to set foot in it again. Today, the demon princess Mo Ruowei set foot again, only to see that the lake was gloomy and weird, the embankment was overgrown with weeds, and her eyes were full of desolation and desolation.

"White Lotus Heart." With a sound as cold as snow, the woman in purple raised her hand, and the domineering scimitar suddenly appeared in her palm, 'Doomsday Monarch. After the words came out, he raised his hand and split, and the momentum of opening the mountain appeared in the blade, and the water on the surface of the lake was instantly divided into two halves, and the bottom of the lake cracked three feet together. There were blood-colored points of light condensed from the depths of the earth, flickering and dimming, and faintly, there was still a little singing.

'Hmph. The Doomsday King returned his sleeves, and without hesitation, Mo Ruowei jumped down. Her body, as if she had fallen into a black hole, was as light as a feather, swaying slowly, and I don't know how long it took for her feet to feel solid.

A cave. Here, it looks like a cave. It was pitch black in all directions, and Mo Ruowei was stroking against the wall, a wet feeling, and the sound of ticking in her ears seemed to be seeping water. After all, it is at the bottom of the lake, no wonder, Mo Ruowei flicked her sleeves, and in an instant, the torches around her lit up one after another, flashing and flashing, flickering and dimming. At this time, Mo Ruowei saw clearly that the walls on both sides, the water traces slowly seeping out, red and red.

'Blood? Mo Ruowei put her finger close to the tip of her nose and sniffed it carefully before making such a judgment. 'Is this red blood human or Meizu, or ......'

''The tactful singing voice floated from the front, such as ethereal and beautiful, but it was like crying and complaining, crying blood and sighing. Her heart trembled when she heard it. Mo Ruowei raised her hand, the jade flute appeared in her hand, her lips approached, and she blew a euphemism with the poignant singing.

The scenery in front of me has changed, the dark scene has not changed, but the bleeding walls on both sides are gone. At the end of the darkness ahead, a white light pulled in front of me, and when I looked closely, it was a woman dressed in white, sitting on the ground, leaning against the wall behind her. The face was as white as the vast falling snow, the three thousand green silk were like ink, and the eyes, the curved lips, were as beautiful as blood, and on the right wrist, he wore a golden bracelet, and the long chain attached to the end extended, leading to the unknown void. She raised her eyes and smiled at the woman in purple in front of her, but her sincerity was so vast, "It's been a long, long time............ 'The pleasant voice is like a yellow bird in March, but the song that has just been chanted is like a cuckoo crying blood, 'Someone is finally here' The vast eyes looked at her for a long time, and then changed to a little disappointed, 'Unfortunately, you are not the person I am waiting for.' ‘

Mo Ruowei stared, and at first glance saw the crystal lotus faintly flashing on the left chest of the woman in white, she raised her eyebrows, changed her sharp eyes, and raised her hand and pointed lightly, "I want your heart." ‘

'Huh. A wry smile, but it was as sad as a ghost crying, the woman in white lowered her head to look at her chest, looked up and still smiled, her eyes fell, but it was a little weird, and she said quietly, "You can't kill me." ‘

'Huh? Mo Ruowei was suspicious, raised her hand, and her fingertips condensed a light purple light blade, and the thunderbolt stabbed towards the woman in front of her. A white light flashed in front of him, and the sharp blade of light suddenly disappeared. 'This ......' showed a bit of disbelief between the delicate eyebrows, and then turned into anger, only a flick of her sleeves, the doomsday monarch reappeared in the palm, she jumped up, volleyed three swords, purple mangs with the momentum of ten thousand, opened the sky and the earth, but in the moment the white mangs flashed, disappeared without a trace. 'This ......' The woman in purple was shocked, turned her head to look at the monarch in her hand, and with a hard blow, she used all her strength, and the tiger's mouth was numb, but she still couldn't hurt the woman in front of her for half a point?

The white light around the woman in white dispersed, she raised her head, her eyebrows and eyes smiled slightly, and the corners of her mouth flowed red. Her eyes closed slightly, leaning weakly against the bleeding stone wall behind her, her voice still soft, and in this quiet underground, there was a slight echo, "I said, you are not the person I am waiting for, you can't kill me." The ethereal voice suddenly turned to sorrow, and a wry smile wry, "Die, the kind of thing that even I can't do myself...... Ahem...... 'The weak body coughed violently, leaning over the blood-like white clothes, vomiting a few traces of red, like a petal red plum blooming in the vast snow. She stared at her and let out a trance, 'You say, is this hell?' Is hell like this? He looked around at the empty surroundings and muttered to himself, 'Nothing...... Nothing......

'You're not human. Mo Ruowei raised her hand, took the prestige, and stopped making useless attempts. The power of Bai Bi Lianxin's heart is so huge, it seems that his mission this time is doomed to failure.

As if ......she had been touched in her heart, the body of the woman in white trembled a little, and she leaned her head against the stone wall weakly, and three thousand ink filaments hung down, covering her pale face, "I...... I don't know what I am. ‘

I recommend to you a good book that Bai Xiaoxi found yesterday, Lao Gun's "Forging Immortals", but I simply think it is well written! Recommended only. Touch!