The guard was stunned for a moment, but still replied: "The Holy Venerable is in the Jingyue Pavilion"

Long Ziyue's body stiffened, and her beautiful eyes suddenly crossed uneasy.

Luo Ziqing didn't think much about it, asked the location of Qingjing Moon Pavilion and strode over.

"Ziqing, don't go" before he stepped into Jingyue Pavilion, he was pulled by Long Ziyue's arm, Luo Ziqing turned around, looked at Long Ziyue fixedly, twisted his eyebrows and asked, "Yue, what are you afraid of?" ”

"I ......" Long Ziyue bit her lip lightly, her eyes flickering.

Luo Ziqing narrowed her eyes, and suddenly grabbed Long Ziyue and dragged her towards Jingyue Pavilion, Long Ziyue was shocked, and before she could struggle, she was dragged to the door.

Luo Ziqing let go of his hand, glanced at Long Ziyue, and raised his hand to knock on the door.

"Lord Wang, you ...... You've hurt me," a soft cry came through the night.

After a brief lull, a familiar voice said, "Don't go, don't leave me"

Gentle, hurried, with a low hoarseness.

Luo Ziqing was startled, and the knocking action froze in mid-air.

Long Ziyue took a few steps back, and her pretty face instantly lost its color.

It was the voice she carved into her bone marrow and never forgot until she died, but now it has become the saddest sound.

Inside the house, the soft cry continued, as if mocking Long Ziyue's amorousness.

Luo Ziqing froze in place, unable to hold her hand anymore.

The arm was suddenly pulled, Luo Ziqing looked back, and looked at Long Ziyue's trembling eyes, and her heart hurt.

It was eyes he had never seen before, as still as stagnant water.

"Ziqing, let's go" said softly, Long Ziyue turned to leave, her eyes were calm, her expression was indifferent, and she didn't see any grief at all, but this appearance made Luo Ziqing feel bad.

Under the calm is the turbulent waves, and behind the indifference is the resoluteness.

Grief is not dead in the heart, but there is no sorrow in the heart is dead.

The night breeze blew quietly, blowing away the endless vain.

The twilight is sinking and the cold night is gloomy.

The closed door was pushed open, and the staggering figure of the phantom night appeared outside the door, the robe was slightly messy, but it was neatly worn on the body, and the eyes were intoxicated but not half scorching.

This person, even if he was drunk, did not indulge.

"Lord Wang, slow down, Xia Yue will help you" Qin Xiayue stepped forward with a slight pant and held the phantom night

She thought about taking advantage of the weakness, but the will of the phantom night was too strong, even if she was drunk, she didn't mistake her identity, pushed her away and struggled to leave.

Phantom Night broke free from Qin Xiayue's support, and stumbled out, his drunken voice was a little hoarse and hurried, "You are not the moon, not the moon, where is the moon?" The deity is going to find the moon ......"

"Lord ......"

When the few people stepped into the Jingyue Pavilion, what they saw was the scene of the phantom night struggling, and Qin Xiayue's eyes changed at the moment, and they quickly stepped forward to support the phantom night, silently separating Qin Xiayue.

"Just leave it to me and wait," blocking Qin Xiayue's figure of wanting to step forward, he said coldly.

Qin Xiayue paused, took a step back slightly, and said softly: "The prince has drunk a lot of wine, I'm afraid I will have a headache tomorrow, please bother to take care of it."

Zhumo snorted coldly, his eyes were cold, "This is not a matter of Miss Qin's troubles."

With that, he helped Phantom Night to leave the Jingyue Pavilion.

When the figure disappeared, Qin Xiayue smiled slightly, her soft face turned cold, her eyes looked at the red in the palm of her hand, and her thin lips hooked up a cold arc.

Long Ziyue, you can't compete with me.

The thick ink stained the cold autumn and sank pieces of sorrow.

Falling Cloud Sect, the night swept by the cold wind, the cold makes people tremble.

Luo Ziqing stared at the slender figure in the twilight, her eyes crossed with pity, and she stared silently for a moment, Luo Ziqing said in a low voice, "Yue'er, if you are sad, cry out."