The sharp blade that is buried deep in the mud and sand will gradually weathered with the years, and in the palm of time, it will slowly become mottled and dull, losing its former sharpness.

On a cold night, or on a solemn morning, the blade would disappear all traces and disappear into the mud and sand, becoming one with them.

No trace will be left.

No one will remember that they ever existed.

The cold wind blew, and the mud and sand were raised, with a sense of desolation and powerlessness.

***

Yunling Courtyard ——————

Wuchen's face was full of seriousness, he closed the door tightly, and cautiously guarded next to Mo Qingchen, not daring to relax at all.

"Ah Ran!"

An exclamation came, and Wuchen hurriedly turned around, but saw Mo Qingchen on the low couch muttering incessantly, his face was slightly dark, full of struggle and pain, as if he had fallen into an extremely painful nightmare, and he couldn't escape from it.

"Azen ······"

Listening to this murmur, Wuchen only felt a sour feeling in his heart, which was very complicated.

I really didn't expect that the master, who has always been cold and ruthless, will also fall to this one day.

Although it was in a nightmare, the call was full of undisguised love and affection, with stubborn determination.

Since he knew that the master had different feelings for Miss Seven, Wuchen could clearly feel the changes in the master, but he didn't know that the master would fall so deeply.

I hope that the master and Miss Seven can be together well, otherwise, Wuchen really doesn't know what the master will become.

The sound of the wind flashed in his ears, and Wuchen quickly made a move, but he was grabbed by the wrist, and the fierce attack was caught like this.

Lin Shu's face was calm, his cold gaze fell on Mo Qingchen on the low couch, and said lightly: "Miss instructed, if the prince starts to have nightmares, he will strengthen the formation and put this thing into the formation." ”

As he spoke, Lin Shu's palm unfolded, and a small purple flower floated on his palm, exuding a faint halo.

"Okay."

Wuchen didn't ask much, only nodded seriously, took the little flower, and came to Mo Qingchen.

Lin Shu turned his head and looked at the sky outside, his brows furrowed, the long sword in his hand was unsheathed, the sharp tip of the sword slashed lightly in the air, and a series of formations were formed, hidden around Mo Qingchen, and the spiritual power vibrate.

Wuchen raised his hand, his spiritual power worked, and threw the little flower towards Mo Qingchen.

Through the heavy lines, the little flower floated steadily above Mo Qingchen's eyebrows, emitting a faint streamer, and the fine light fell one after another, submerging into Mo Qingchen's face.

As soon as the tip of the sword turned, several more formations were formed, and the formation rotated rapidly.

Suddenly, the entire space was distorted, and when everything calmed down, Wuchen found that he had arrived in another dimension.

It seems to be a cave, deep and dim, Mo Qingchen is lying on the jade bed not far away, the extreme cold air curls up, and Mo Qingchen's face is blurred.

Faintly, the sound of water dripping came, the spiritual power flowed quietly, and the air was filled with a faint fragrance, fresh and dripping.

"The young lady instructed that no matter what happens later, you must not disturb the prince."

Lin Shu's cold voice came, Wuchen was slightly stunned, his brows furrowed, and asked, "Where did Miss Seven go?" ”

glanced at Wuchen lightly, wiped the long sword with his sleeve slowly, his eyes dimmed, and said lightly: "When Miss comes back, you will know." ”

Knowing that Lin Shu didn't want to reveal too much, Wuchen didn't ask any more, just quietly stood aside, and looked nervously at Mo Qingchen in the center of the formation, with a serious and cautious face.

Lin Shu held the long sword and leaned quietly to the side, his eyes were deep, with unknown emotions, and he couldn't see joy or anger.

***

The night was deep, and the deserted hall was filled with an atmosphere of coldness and loneliness.

Mo Qingchen was dressed in dark color, slowly walking in the corridor, and the cold air wrapped him heavily, deeply penetrating into the depths of his body, and even the meridian blood.

Mo Qingchen walked aimlessly, as if something was pulling him, and walked towards a temple gate.

Through the slightly fluttering light veil, Mo Qingchen came to the hall, bypassing the freehand screen of splashed ink, Mo Qingchen's heart couldn't help but tremble, a bad premonition came to his heart, and the extreme chill enveloped him, and he couldn't escape.

Through the clear and moist bead curtain, Mo Qingchen vaguely saw a purple figure, with a familiar feeling.

Mo Qingchen's heart ached, and the hands in his sleeves tightened, and a thin layer of cold sweat broke out.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Qingchen raised his foot and walked through the beaded curtain.

The entrance is a woman in purple, the green silk is simply pulled up, obliquely inserted into a step, the purple hairband hangs down, and the dark gold thread on it is finely outlined with mysterious dark lines.

The purple hem of the dress hangs down, the shawl flows with a faint streamer, the embroidery is exquisite, and the luxury is extremely high, all of which show the noble status of this woman.

The woman leaned lazily on the low couch with her back to Mo Qingchen, her eyebrows trembled slightly, and her green fingers gently brushed the yellowed pages, making a slight "rustle" sound.

Looking at the woman's thin back, Mo Qingchen only felt a sour feeling in his heart, accompanied by great pain, drowning Mo Qingchen.

As if wanting to confirm something, Mo Qingchen took a step and walked towards the woman with difficulty, his eyes flickering, trembling with a small light.

"You're here."

A clear female voice came, with a deep alienation, mixed with a little sadness and grief.

Mo Qingchen's pupils shrank suddenly, and he stopped suddenly, and the hand in his sleeve trembled uncontrollably.

The sound of footsteps came, and Mo Qingchen looked back and saw a man in a dark brocade robe slowly stepping into the hall.

The man's black hair was tied up by a jade crown, his lean waist was outlined by a dark belt, and the hem of his dark clothes was embroidered with magnificent embroidery, with a sense of indisobedient majesty.

However, no matter how hard Mo Qingchen tried to open his eyes, the man's face was always as if he was shrouded in fog, vague and inretelligible.

The man stood still not far from the woman, standing with his hands in his hands, as if hesitating for a moment, Fang calmly spoke: "You know I'm coming?" ”

As if hearing something funny, the woman chuckled softly, closed the scroll in her hand, and looked at the man, her thin shoulders trembled slightly, and her slightly raised voice was dyed with a little mockery, full of coldness.

"Of course I do."

"I know what you're here for."

As she spoke, the woman sat up slightly straight, and her voice returned to calm, with a sense of dead silence, without a trace of waves.

"Do you think this palace can trap me if I want to?"

"The reason why I stayed was just to give myself a reason to die."

The woman held the scroll in her hand tightly, slowly touched her heart with one hand, and said lightly: "I have already guessed your decision, but I still have a trace of fantasy." ”

"Ah Ran."

The man shook his head, his deep voice full of helplessness, and sighed, "Why should you. ”

"I said a long time ago that in my heart, there is only ······"