Chapter 140

Bing Ling'er, who felt her change, was shocked in her heart, and secretly smiled bitterly, her body was really getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't hold it for a while.

It was obviously a cold winter, but a sweat broke out on her face, and she couldn't gather her eyes anymore, no matter how hard she tried, she could only see a vague blank.

Gradually, my breathing became unconsciously heavy.

"Yimo ......"

"Miss?!"

Just as the blurred white gradually turned into a heavier and heavier black, Bing Ling'er struggled to squeeze out two words.

The last picture that appeared in front of her eyes was Yimo's panicked expression, and ...... The white figure that flashed by.

Was it her delusion?

The moment she saw Bing Ling'er lying in the snow, Yimo felt a sense of weakness all over her body, but fortunately, the snow was soft and couldn't hurt her fragile skin.

When she hurriedly returned to the tent with Bingling on her back, she didn't notice the slightly panicked aura that remained in the air.

It wasn't until their backs were completely gone that the figure fully appeared.

His hands were slightly bent, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he stared intently in the direction Bing Ling'er left, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

"Master."

Hearing this voice, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, his delicate and beautiful facial features were dyed with a trace of inexplicable emotion, and he said coldly: "When did you come?"

"Just now." The shadow didn't know what Mo Yan was thinking, and replied truthfully.

"Just now?"

"When I came down, I saw my master's brows furrowed, and he must be thinking about the matter of the Underworld, so he didn't dare to disturb."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

Mo didn't say a word, waved his hand, and the shadow retreated in amusement.

He glanced indifferently in the direction she had left, a hint of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and he walked in the same direction.

Don't worry, don't show up again!

At this time, in the ring, Bing Ling'er pointed out that he was a certain fox-eyed person who grabbed a job...... The ugly monster suddenly looked at the place where they had been before, only to find that it was empty, and couldn't help but frown in confusion.

He had clearly sensed a faint aura coming from there just now, but why was there no one? Did he feel wrong?

Before he could think clearly, he saw the independent figure on the small snow slope, with a trend under his feet, and completely fell out of the ring.

Then he quickly turned his head back and looked very serious about the ring.

Looking at someone who was still pretending, the shadow came out again, looked at the miserable goods in the ring, and quickly covered his eyes.

"Master, do you want your subordinates to drag him back directly."

"By the way, tell Dark One to break his hand, lest he make those messy human skin masks again."

When Mo Yan spoke, the shadow silently counted the number of words his master spoke, and said secretly, more than ten words, Lord Feng was dead.

"Yes."

The master has always hated those dirty things the most, and his cleanliness habit has almost reached the level of perverts, and once because the princess of Nanye Kingdom accidentally touched the corner of his clothes, he directly knocked people away! Flesh and blood blur.

After giving these orders, Mo Yan was no longer interested in observing the situation in Ximu Kingdom, so he left with a cold face.

For the sake of your marriage contract with me, tonight, I'll let you go once! If I see you again, I won't show mercy to you.

Because of the inexplicable emotion in his heart, he let go of worry-free, so he kept looking for reasons to comfort himself along the way, and even persuaded himself.

In the second half of the night, the stars shone in the night sky, and suddenly there were little snowflakes, but for some reason, Mo Yan felt that this night didn't seem to be very cold, and even a little warm.

The warmth of the winter night is the hand of mercy stretched out by God. Just as after enduring the summer heat, it will be cooled in the evening breeze, so that people can feel the gentleness and coolness of the breeze.

Mo Yan won't understand that if he can't be ruthless and let her go once, then the second time and the third time, he won't be able to do it, because her smile has long been integrated into your bloodline and has become an existence that you can't let go.

For him, carefree is just a small accident in his life, and the time they have spent together is too short and too short, so short that they haven't really known each other.

The moonlight was so cold, and the trembling feeling was like a grain of gravel, gently hitting the bottom of his heart like a pool of gentle lake water, gently rippling, reflecting bits and pieces of fragmented memories of the past.

Every bit is the best memory of that short-lived woman.

He didn't praise her, he praised her and said, "The dance you dance is the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life."

You're the best woman I've ever met.

But...... After all, we are destined to be inseparable.

Because, I love him! I love him more than I love you!

In this cold winter night, the artistic conception of Xiao Se is even more aggravated by the infatuation of the former beloved, in the silence of the night, in this vast silence, let this beautiful miss kiss his soul, so that when you close your eyes, you can see the clear love of your beloved.

Bing Ling'er, who felt her change, was shocked in her heart, and secretly smiled bitterly, her body was really getting weaker and weaker, and she couldn't hold it for a while.

It was obviously a cold winter, but a sweat broke out on her face, and she couldn't gather her eyes anymore, no matter how hard she tried, she could only see a vague blank.

Gradually, my breathing became unconsciously heavy.

"Yimo ......"

"Miss?!"

Just as the blurred white gradually turned into a heavier and heavier black, Bing Ling'er struggled to squeeze out two words.

The last picture that appeared in front of her eyes was Yimo's panicked expression, and ...... The white figure that flashed by.

Was it her delusion?

The moment she saw Bing Ling'er lying in the snow, Yimo felt a sense of weakness all over her body, but fortunately, the snow was soft and couldn't hurt her fragile skin.

When she hurriedly returned to the tent with Bingling on her back, she didn't notice the slightly panicked aura that remained in the air.

It wasn't until their backs were completely gone that the figure fully appeared.

His hands were slightly bent, his brows were furrowed, his thin lips were slightly pursed, and he stared intently in the direction Bing Ling'er left, not knowing what he was thinking.

……

"Master."

Hearing this voice, Mo Yan raised his eyebrows, his delicate and beautiful facial features were dyed with a trace of inexplicable emotion, and he said coldly: "When did you come?"

"Just now." The shadow didn't know what Mo Yan was thinking, and replied truthfully.

"Just now?"

"When I came down, I saw my master's brows furrowed, and he must be thinking about the matter of the Underworld, so he didn't dare to disturb."

"That's all?"

"Yes."

Mo didn't say a word, waved his hand, and the shadow retreated in amusement.

He glanced indifferently in the direction she had left, a hint of unknown emotion flashed in his eyes, and he walked in the same direction.

Don't worry, don't show up again!

At this time, in the ring, Bing Ling'er pointed out that he was a certain fox-eyed person who grabbed a job...... The ugly monster suddenly looked at the place where they had been before, only to find that it was empty, and couldn't help but frown in confusion.

He had clearly sensed a faint aura coming from there just now, but why was there no one? Did he feel wrong?

Before he could think clearly, he saw the independent figure on the small snow slope, with a trend under his feet, and completely fell out of the ring.

Then he quickly turned his head back and looked very serious about the ring.

Looking at someone who was still pretending, the shadow came out again, looked at the miserable goods in the ring, and quickly covered his eyes.

"Master, do you want your subordinates to drag him back directly."

"By the way, tell Dark One to break his hand, lest he make those messy human skin masks again."

When Mo Yan spoke, the shadow silently counted the number of words his master spoke, and said secretly, more than ten words, Lord Feng was dead.

"Yes."

The master has always hated those dirty things the most, and his cleanliness habit has almost reached the level of perverts, and once because the princess of Nanye Kingdom accidentally touched the corner of his clothes, he directly knocked people away! Flesh and blood blur.

After giving these orders, Mo Yan was no longer interested in observing the situation in Ximu Kingdom, so he left with a cold face.

For the sake of your marriage contract with me, tonight, I'll let you go once! If I see you again, I won't show mercy to you.

Because of the inexplicable emotion in his heart, he let go of worry-free, so he kept looking for reasons to comfort himself along the way, and even persuaded himself.

In the second half of the night, the stars shone in the night sky, and suddenly there were little snowflakes, but for some reason, Mo Yan felt that this night didn't seem to be very cold, and even a little warm.

The warmth of the winter night is the hand of mercy stretched out by God. Just as after enduring the summer heat, it will be cooled in the evening breeze, so that people can feel the gentleness and coolness of the breeze.

Mo Yan won't understand that if he can't be ruthless and let her go once, then the second time and the third time, he won't be able to do it, because her smile has long been integrated into your bloodline and has become an existence that you can't let go.

For him, carefree is just a small accident in his life, and the time they have spent together is too short and too short, so short that they haven't really known each other.

The moonlight was so cold, and the trembling feeling was like a grain of gravel, gently hitting the bottom of his heart like a pool of gentle lake water, gently rippling, reflecting bits and pieces of fragmented memories of the past.

Every bit is the best memory of that short-lived woman.

He didn't praise her, he praised her and said, "The dance you dance is the most beautiful I've ever seen in my life."

You're the best woman I've ever met.

But...... After all, we are destined to be inseparable.

Because, I love him! I love him more than I love you!

In this cold winter night, the artistic conception of Xiao Se is even more aggravated by the infatuation of the former beloved, in the silence of the night, in this vast silence, let this beautiful miss kiss his soul, so that when you close your eyes, you can see the clear love of your beloved.