"Senior Sister is dead, Senior Sister is really dead, why? Why kill her? I'm going to kill you!" He Zichuan suddenly roared angrily, regardless of his injuries, he waved his hand and held the golden Qingfeng Sword in his hand, the Qingfeng Sword exploded, and the violent sword qi overflowed, and the entire quiet room immediately blew a gust of wind, every trace of air in the wind was like a sharp blade, and bursts of sparks sparked on Mo Yan and Long Xiangyi's protective body aura, and the valuable furnishings around it were dismembered in an instant, and the walls of the quiet room appeared densely covered with scratches several inches deep and as thin as a blade.

Seeing He Zichuan entering a state of madness, Mo Yan became more and more anxious in his heart, and blurted out: "He Zichuan! What's the point of you rolling around like this, except for making your relatives hurt and your enemies happy?"

He Zichuan was suddenly startled, and the wind immediately weakened a little, but then he fell down again, and said miserably: "The third senior sister is dead, my dearest person was killed by my own hands, and the enemy is right in front of me, do you want me to run away with my tail between my legs as he said?"

Mo Yan said angrily: "It's just a third senior sister, are you going to give up the whole world and go with her? Do you think this is revenge?"

"Shut up, how do you know what Third Senior Sister means to me?"

Mo Yan's heart ached, her eyes were suddenly shrouded in mist, she suddenly tore off the veil on her face, ignoring Long Xiangyi's surprised expression, and said quietly: "He Zichuan, you look at me! remember? When my mother died, I was only nine years old, and my father left me alone in the Demon Palace, if it weren't for Uncle Cen, I'm afraid I would have died a long time ago." Just a few days ago, because of my willfulness, my dear Uncle Cen also left me, and I don't stand here with you? Who in this world has not experienced the wind and frost? If the wind and frost blow others, they can't beat you He Zichuan?"

Thinking of Mo Yan's life experience, He Zichuan's heart was full of emotions, a few days ago when Mo Yan was sad and crying for the Heavenly Demon King, He Zichuan thought that he could empathize, but until this moment, he understood how strong the pain in Mo Yan's heart was, and how strong she was.

"Do you know why I don't pretend to others, but I only favor you?"

He Zichuan didn't know why Mo Yan wanted to mention this matter at this time, and shook his head blankly.

"Because, you are as ruthless as a person...... Mo Yan suddenly laughed, like a hibiscus blooming.

"Like whom?"

"My father. Mo Yan said someone who surprised He Zichuan very much.

He Zichuan smiled self-deprecatingly, and said dejectedly: "How can I be compared to the Demon Emperor who stands up to the heavens and the earth......

Mo Yan shook his head and said: "No one is born to stand up to the sky, every man needs to grow in order to slowly become what a woman wants, and setbacks and failures are the nourishment for men's growth." In fact, your temperament is very similar to my father's, as sincere, gentle, delicate, full of vitality, and willing to take responsibility. All you lack is a brave heart and a path of growth that you need to grit your teeth and persevere.

I have always been full of contradictions about my father, and as his daughter, I hate him for being cruel to me. But as a woman, I envy my mother for marrying such a great husband!

How many men can go into the Central Plains alone for the sake of their deceased wives? Even if there are, how many people can really succeed in taking revenge in the masterful Juling Mountain?

I swore that if I want to marry in this life, I must marry such a man, maybe he can't stand up to the sky like my father and fight the enemy in Longtan Tiger's Den alone, but at least he must be as fearless, brave and resolute, insist on Qingshan and never let go, and vow not to give up until he reaches his goal!"

Speaking of this, Mo Yan suddenly stopped, the corners of her mouth slowly bloomed with a very beautiful smile, but her eyes were faintly shining with tears, she looked sideways at He Zichuan, and asked gently, "He Zichuan, can you do it?"

He Zichuan was overwhelmed by Mo Yan's sudden questioning, and was frozen in place, and even the grief of the fall of the third senior sister was temporarily forgotten.

She wants me to be her man? Now? Here? Am I overly sad and having auditory hallucinations?

Without waiting for He Zichuan to answer, Mo Yan continued: "Look at what you are doing now? Are you taking revenge? Do you think that with your current seriously injured body, you can kill Long Xiangyi before a large number of masters outside arrive, and then calmly retreat?"

He Zichuan shook his head.

"You're just venting your emotions, venting your guilt, and avoiding responsibility for your mistakes!"

"I don't have ......"

"You have! You lost the third senior sister, you can't let go of your heartache, you were forced into a corner by that despicable villain, and it is difficult to put the knife into the sheath. So, you have lost your mind, you have to give it a go, you have to die with dignity. What about me? You brought me into this Longtan Tiger's Den, do you want to watch me die? ”

"I ......" He Zichuan seemed to have been poured a basin of ice water, cold from head to toe, and suddenly felt guilty in his heart, and he couldn't speak.

Crystal tears finally slipped down Mo Yan's eyelids, and that pitiful look made Long Xiangyi on the side unbearable.

Mo Yan said angrily: "When I parted from the top of the mountain, I told you that even if Jin Chuan doesn't believe you, I will believe you." Even if you don't have a senior sister and Long Xiangyi, you still have me. I have long regarded you as the most important person in this life, but do I have such a place in your heart?"

Hearing Mo Yan's heart, He Zichuan unexpectedly felt an indescribable excitement in this crisis, just like the sunshine after a rainstorm, dispelling a large area of haze. He wanted to say loudly to Mo Yan that since he saw her dazzling smile before he fell unconscious, he could no longer hold another woman in his heart; he wanted to say loudly to Mo Yan that she was like the dawn sun, shining into his gray world and painting this world with color; he wanted to say loudly to Mo Yan that there had never been a woman like her, who made him feel extreme trembling, sweetness, and happiness.

It was only at this moment that He Zichuan was surprised to find that although he had only known Mo Yan for two months, he had unknowingly occupied such an important position in his heart.

A thousand words, like a fish in the throat, sometimes I want to say too much, but I can't say a word.

Mo Yan saw that He Zichuan's mouth was open and closed, he wanted to say but couldn't speak, and his face was flushed with anxiety, he couldn't help but feel soft in his heart, and his tone was a little gentle.

"Xiao Qi, have you forgotten what you said to me? You said that there are too many things in this world that you can't do anything about, and there are too many people that you can't take care of, but you can't stop fighting for things because things are difficult, and you can't give up pursuing them because there is little hope. You use yourself as a sword to defend the faith in your heart and protect those who care about you, and this is your way.

Although you have lost two guardians, Jin Chuan is still there, your other brothers and sisters are still there, and there are ......"

Mo Yan said in a paused tone, his cheeks flushed, but he continued unusually firmly: "Also, Uncle Cen has fallen, and I have lost the guardian I have always been, if you think I am qualified, please protect me too." If one day, even if Jin Chuan is gone, and your senior brothers and sisters are gone, as long as I am still here, you can protect me......! Would you like to?"

Mo Yan's gentle questioning was tantamount to an affectionate confession, both firm and a little shy, which was quite incongruous with the tense situation in front of him. But this confession seemed to give He Zichuan great strength, as if a dying traveler in the desert had found an oasis and burst into unimaginable potential.

Originally...... Does she really like me? A smile suddenly hung on the corner of He Zichuan's mouth, and the confident look returned to his eyes, despair and confusion immediately collapsed after the flame of hope was rekindled, although he was still sad, although he still blamed himself, although he was still resentful, but his heart was full of brilliant light, and the new faith was like a seed that had absorbed the rain, and it was growing rapidly.

"I do, Mo'er, it is the honor of my life to be able to protect you. He Zichuan clenched the Qingfeng Sword in his hand and said solemnly, his tone becoming loud again.

Mo Yan, who was anxiously waiting for an answer, heard this, a touching smile bloomed on his face, this time the smile was not bitter, there was no uneasiness, only pure happiness and sweetness. She hurriedly wiped the tears from her face with her hands, couldn't help but burst into laughter, looked at He Zichuan's increasingly determined eyes, and murmured: "Xiao Qi, it is also my honor to be protected by you." ”

In the midst of the crisis, the last thing that should not be said is spoken, and the window paper that should not be pierced is gently pierced. Sometimes people have to think about the time, the occasion, or guess each other's minds, but they miss each other's expectations. How much truth often slips away quietly in speculation and gains and losses.

Maybe a sincere love needs some luck, some external help, and the right time. But when it comes to really hugging her, those obstacles that seem to be heavier than the mountains are as fragile as a piece of thin paper. He Zichuan and Mo Yan, unprepared, had no choice but to express their hearts, but they received the same enthusiastic response. At the moment, they are lucky and happy, even forgetting that they are in danger.

The lonely applause of "Papapa" interrupted the warmth of the two. Long Xiangyi applauded and said with regret on his face: "A very touching scene, although I don't want to interrupt, I still want to remind the two, especially the virtuous brother, that the love words can be said later, but the top priority is not to think about how to get out first?"

Mo Yan and He Zichuan, who were immersed in the world of the two, suddenly woke up and released their divine thoughts to probe around.

"It's already surrounded. Mo Yan frowned.

"I'm sorry, but they couldn't stop us. He Zichuan was firm.

At this time, the quiet room was surrounded by a large number of middle and high-level monks, and the three Saint Realm elders of the White Tiger Guard were all impressively listed.

He Zichuan sneered: "It's all the people of the White Tiger Guard, and now they finally dare to deal with me blatantly?"

Although he pretended to be relaxed, He Zichuan knew in his heart that the opponents he would deal with this time were no longer those unpopular characters in the far north, but the elite of Jinchuan Outer Gate. The two commanders of the White Tiger Guard are better to say, after all, their combat power is weaker than their own, but the chief elder Zhao Wouji is not much different from the combat power of his peak state. Since the White Tiger Guard dared to show the banner this time, they must be fully prepared, they must not dare to let themselves see Jin Zun alive, and the next thing will definitely be a life-and-death battle.

He Zichuan quietly glanced at Mo Yan beside him, and a warm current flowed in his heart. Believe me, I am fearless, even in the midst of thousands of troops. As long as I have a sword in my hand, I will definitely be able to send you out safely! Perhaps with Zhuyu in front of him, He Zichuan swept away the gloom in his heart, and his pride and ambition arose, and with his thoughts, the Jinyu Immortal Bell lying in his small world shook gently.