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There are four houses in Zizhu Xiaozhu, and the building material used is local Zizhu. It is located on the central floating island of Zixiao Palace, and is surrounded by a quiet purple bamboo forest, which is as clear as jade, and will make a sound like a wind chime every time the breeze blows.

In the lilac bedroom, a soft ray of sunlight shines through the window, illuminating the room very brightly.

The room is not too furnished, a low couch, a low table and nothing else.

Feng Wu was wearing a pale red dress, her face was as pale as paper lying on the hospital bed, and her big eyes, which were once bright and divine, had dimmed and dull. Feng Luan knelt on the left side of Feng Wu, carefully serving her sick sister, with indescribable sadness in her eyes.

Although they are now more than eighty years old, because of the true yuan of Zixiao Palace and Mo Chen, plus the elixir that Mo Chen exchanged from the main god, they look like no more than thirty noblewomen.

"Childe, am I going to die?" Feng Wu looked sideways at Mo Chen on his right, his right hand, which was still as white as jade, clenched his big hand, his eyes flashed with fear, and he said in a trembling voice.

Mo Chen's eyes were slightly closed, his face was full of sadness, his hands were holding Feng Wu's jade hand, and he was speechless for a long time. He could feel that the flame of life of Feng Wu was like a candle flame in a storm, which could be extinguished at any time.

Feng Wu's eyes lit up suddenly, her face was a little more bloody, she looked at Mo Chen in a daze, and said with a smile: "Wu'er is just a mortal, destined to experience birth, old age, sickness and death. After Wu'er died, my sister had to take good care of my son, he was sometimes like a child, and after I left, I was always a little relieved. ”

"My sister promised you that as long as it was still a day, she would take good care of her son." Tears in Feng Luan's eyes couldn't stop dripping, holding Feng Wu's other hand tightly, crying.

When Feng Wu heard this, a cheerful smile appeared on her unusually crimson face. She looked sideways at Mo Chen and said with a smile: "After Wu'er dies, will Gongzi remember Wu'er?" ”

Mo Chen lowered his head, clasped Feng Wu's jade hand with both hands, put it in front of his lips, kissed it gently, and couldn't hold back the sadness in his heart anymore, two tears slipped from his closed eyes, and he whispered hoarsely: "Yes, it will." ”

Feng Wu showed a happy look, but it dimmed again in an instant, and sighed: "Wu'er wants Childe to forget me, Childe is not a mortal, and he is destined to become an immortal and an ancestor." If you keep remembering the dance, you will definitely feel uncomfortable in the future. ”

"If Childe is uncomfortable, Wu'er will not be comfortable walking, and he always feels empty in his heart, and some things can't be put down."

Feng Wu said, the divine light on her pretty face gradually dimmed, revealing a touch of exhaustion. She looked at Mo Chen tenderly, as if she wanted to remember him in her soul, and smiled softly: "If there is an afterlife, Wu'er is still willing to serve her son with her sister." Is it getting dark? ”

Feng Wu yawned as she said with sadness on her face, and the divine light in her eyes dimmed more and more. She finally smiled at Mo Chen, as if persuading him to forget herself, and then there was no more sound.

"Woo, sister, why are you willing to leave your sister and son." Feng Luan lay on Feng Wu's corpse, tears streaming down his face, and he let out a mournful wail.

Mo Chen's face was bitter and he raised his head to the sky, and his tears couldn't stop flowing. Although he already knew that there would be today, but when it really came to this day, the sadness in his heart could not be stopped.

On the second day of Feng Wu's death, Yue Linglong took Concubine Yan and others to Zixiao Palace. After they visited the deceased Feng Wu, they stayed in the Zixiao Palace.

Half a month later, Feng Luan couldn't afford to fall ill because of the death of his sister.

Two days later, she only left one sentence, our sisters have no regrets in this life, if there is an afterlife, they are willing to accompany Jun's side, and then left with a smile.

Before she died, it was as if she saw her sister again.

For the next three days, Mo Chen sat at the mountain gate of Zixiao Palace, not saying a word, not moving, or eating.

As the sun set, the remnant sun was like blood, dyeing the clouds around Zixiao Palace as red as blood. Mo Chen's figure is reflected even more lonely.

In front of the main hall behind the Zixiao Palace Square, Concubine Yan and Yue Liuli sat on the steps, looking at Mo Chen who was meditating in front of the mountain gate with a worried expression. He was dressed in white, dyed the color of blood in the remnant sun, full of infinite sorrow.

"The host was so pathetic. Feng Wu and the others are gone, and the master must be very sad now. Concubine Yan wore a light purple long skirt, and her waist was restrained by a gold-painted black waist, which perfectly outlined her fiery figure. She held her cheek in her right hand, looked at Mo Chen in a daze, and said pityingly.

Yue Liuli wore a moon-white dress, sat beside Concubine Yan gently, nodded her little head, and said sadly: "Why don't we ask my sister to see if she can make Brother Mo happy." Brother Mo hasn't said a word for three days, and he has eaten a little bit, although his cultivation is profound, but it is not a way to continue like this. ”

Concubine Yan's eyes lit up, and she smiled happily: "The master is a pedantic celestial, and he will definitely make the master happy." Pervert go quickly, let's go find Master. ”

Concubine Yan said, stood up, and ran towards the mansion behind in a hurry. Seeing her demeanor, Yue Liuli shook her head and followed closely behind. Her steps were slow, but they were extremely fast, and each step left an afterimage in place that had not dissipated for a long time.

In just a few breaths, the two of them came to the huge mansion with three entrances and three exits. The overall style of the house is like a southern garden, in which small bridges and flowing water, rockeries and strange stones are innumerable.

As soon as Concubine Yan stepped into the door, she saw the Snow Maiden wearing a light blue dress and slowly walking towards the courtyard.

Seeing the two of them galloping over, the Snow Maiden's pretty face, which was as clean as jade, wrinkled slightly, and said softly, "Why are you so reckless. ”

"Sister." When Concubine Yan saw the Snow Maiden, she looked a little frightened, and lowered her head in response.

Then she looked at the Snow Girl in confusion, and complained with a frowning face: "Where have you been in the past two days, the master is so sad now, you don't want to comfort him." ”

When the Snow Maiden heard this, she gave her a pair of beautiful white eyes. Do you still have my sister in your heart, do you have to comfort him if he is sad?

The Snow Girl was powerless to complain in her heart, and said lightly: "I went out to do something, what are you going to do now." ”

"We're going to go to the master and see if she can think of a way to make the master a little happier. The owner has been meditating in front of the mountain gate for three days, and he doesn't know when he will be able to let go of his knots. Concubine Yan said, her face full of worry.

She is no longer the little girl who didn't understand anything. Concubine Yan, who is already over the age of six, actually understands in her heart that heartache is the most difficult thing to heal. Although she understood, she couldn't bear to watch Mo Chen grieve there.

Hearing this, the Snow Girl frowned slightly, and said softly, "Where is he still sitting?" ”

When he left two days ago, Mo Chen was already sitting in front of the mountain gate, could it be that he had not moved in the past three days. The Snow Girl thought in her heart, and suddenly a little pity rose. Although this bastard is not a good person, he has true feelings for the Feng Wu sisters.

It's just a pity that the Feng Wu sisters can't practice, otherwise they will be an enviable fairy couple.

"yes." Concubine Yan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, a little sad.

Snow Maiden raised her eyebrows, with a strange look on her face, and said softly: "It's not easy for you to make him happy. Now that he is thinking about Feng Wu and them, he must not be happy. ”

Hearing the Snow Maiden's words, Yue Liuli and Concubine Yan frowned, although they didn't say anything, they also understood that what the Snow Girl said was very reasonable.

The Snow Girl paused, her bright eyes flashed with a different color, and her jade hand tightly grasped an animal skin bag in her wide sleeves, and said lightly: "However, it's not impossible. He was sober now, and he couldn't forget the Feng Wu sisters, but if he was drunk, at least he would be better for a short time. It's better to get drunk and relieve a thousand sorrows than to sit there stupidly now. ”

Concubine Yan and Yue Liuli glanced at each other, and their eyes instantly lit up. That's right, if he gets drunk, he won't be able to forget about Feng Wu and them, at least it's better than sitting stupidly now.

Yue Liuli's eyes flashed with a different color, and a happy look appeared on her face, and she said with a smile: "This is a good way, foodie, you go buy wine, and I will wait for you to come back here." If there is any situation with Brother Mo, I can take care of it. ”

Got rid of this foodie, and Brother Mo is mine. When the time comes, there will be no one to stop him from going to Brother Mo. Yue Liuli almost laughed out loud when she thought of the happy place.