This simple gathering ended early under Mo Jue's control.

The Holy Maiden of Lan Lin carried the back of the little fox watching the play, and after thanking him, she hurried away despite the little fox's desperate struggle.

Yun Yu suppressed the ecstasy and confusion of learning the truth, fished out the spirit beast that the little sister pressed in her arms, and followed the maid to the place where the guests were resting to clear their minds.

Lord Mo Jue is here, and the little sister will never be taken advantage of.

Mo Keqing was about to call his little sister to talk about how she was doing, when she saw her little sister approaching the little prince who seemed to have been out of the way during the party with a cold face.

Mo Jue, who was given high hopes by the eldest lady of the Yun family, coughed lightly, and left with interest under the coercion of the little prince in the past and the force value of the little sister against the sky.

The little prince gently put down the teacup, the moon-white robe outlined the lean waist, and as soon as he got closer, he could smell the cold sandalwood fragrance mixed with a hint of sweetness.

The narrow phoenix eyes were full of unknown starlight, and the long black hair of the crow did not reflect any brilliance, as if it wanted to suck away all the light in the world; The little prince's blue and purple thin lips moved slightly, and when he saw the sharp eyes of the person on the tip of his heart, he finally fell silent.

"I don't know if the little prince is interested, but I've got something interesting recently." Mo Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly, and her words were cold.

The flower bones with buds waiting to bloom between the foreheads are bewitching and cold, like the flowers on the other side of hell, which are soul-stirring and extremely dangerous.

She couldn't defeat it with a single blow, she could only figure it out slowly.

Qing Huan thought for a moment, thinking that the white tiger was thrown out after Lan Lin said the purpose of the request, and he had a little guess in his heart.

The bitterness swelled up instantly, and the scenery around her was blurred, only the woman with a proud expression was a bright color that could never be erased; The beautiful past is vivid, corroding his torn heart.

She was trying to destroy him?

"Nature."

Just by spitting out these two words, Qing Huan could barely suppress the fishy sweetness gushing out of his throat.

It is rare for the little prince to obey a person's will, but it makes him more painful than he disobeys anyone.

Mo Yue's face was cold, and she did not hide her indifference, and after hearing the reply, she walked out of the sight of the little prince along the bluestone slab on the ground.

The huge white petals fell one after another, and before the snow fell, it had become a heavy snow with the cold fragrance of autumn, and a thin layer covered the blue stone slabs looming.

Qing Huan closed his eyes and slowly brushed away the white petals that fell on his shoulders, only to feel that such a thin fragrance made him cold all over, which was more torturous than the loneliness with no end in sight.

He won't let go, never.

Mofu is Mo Jue's mansion, and it is also the place where Mo Yue grew up away from the smoky miasma.

She stood in front of the door of her small courtyard, drawing the carving on the arc of the small door with her eyes little by little, and couldn't help but reach out and touch it.

This is to take the best spiritual jade in the world, and invite the world-famous refiner to carve it out little by little; I used to love it to the extreme, but now that I see it, I feel like I'm making a big fuss.

She would probably disappoint her family who had been waiting for her now.

Ten thousand years ago, the ambitious and elegant god of war of the Mo family has long become an indifferent person who has been full of wind and frost in the years.

If in the past, she would pity the leaves and the withered flowers, and now, she will only watch her life come to an end.

Only the irrepressible hatred for Qinghuan made her pale world have the sound of her heart beating.