"Jing'er, is that you?" He moved forward for half a minute, and as if he was afraid of something, he stepped back a little.

Even the black blood at the corners of his lips forgot to wipe it, just like that, he looked at the red figure that came against the light stupidly.

By now, his spirit has become a little deranged, he often hallucinates, always sees the bits and pieces of being with Jiang Wenjing, and every picture with her can make him feel distressed to the point of convulsions.

This kind of pain is ten million times more painful than the torment of the poison of the heart-

"Jing'er, you are really the most ruthless person in this world-" The Holy Moon Emperor looked at Huang Qingwan stupidly, as if muttering to himself, only if you love someone and love to the extreme, you will be regretted, distressed, and tortured to the extreme.

"Why, there is never me in my heart, why, always show me such sad eyes, why, why, what should I do, your heart, will have me, even a trace of place?" The Holy Moon Emperor continued to spit out black blood, emaciated and terrifying, curled up in the dark, like a seriously injured beast, not daring to touch the outside world easily.

Huang Qingwan knew that he had reached the end of the poison of the heart, and his whole spirit was tormented and disordered, I am afraid, the time to be awake every day is very little-

She inexplicably felt a pain in her heart, naturally it was not that she was distressed, but Ji Bangyue.

Huang Qingwan stared at the Holy Moon Emperor Lord for a long time before he said, "I forgive you, you can leave with peace of mind." ”

The Holy Moon Emperor was stunned and shook his head, as if he wanted to sober himself up, and the candlelight in the side hall was faintly bright, and some dimly fell on Huang Qingwan's face.

His consciousness sobered up a little in an instant, staring at Huang Qingtu, and he was distracted for a long time.

Until the outside of the side hall, a cold wind blew in, and by the way, a few snowflakes blew in.

"Yue'er, you, really forgive, forgive your father?" The Holy Moon Emperor Lord seemed to be in disbelief, and Huang's words were about to make him forget the torture of the poison of his heart.

Huang Qingwan's face was very cold, but she still nodded, it didn't matter if she forgave or not, the important thing was that Ji Wanyue had already forgiven him.

Ji Bangyue is his daughter, and she is light, no.

Huang Qingwan nodded indifferently and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I forgive you." ”

The Holy Moon Emperor was stunned for a long time, for so many years, a boulder pressed in his heart seemed to be removed in an instant, and his whole person, as if he had been redeemed, his consciousness was also awakened a lot.

The extremely thin body is almost exhausted.

He stared at the phoenix in a daze, and couldn't help but cry like rain.

Who said that men don't flick when they have tears, but they haven't reached the sad place.

Sheng Yue didn't know why he was like this, at this time, he was like an unforgivable sinner who had been forgiven by God.

It's hard to describe.

Huang Qingwan was even more stunned, staring at the Holy Moon Emperor with tears on his face, who would have thought that this man who was once high and high would one day show such an appearance in front of her?

Huang Qingwan only felt a wall in her heart, it was not her emotion, it was naturally Ji Bangyue's.

And the Holy Moon Emperor's skinny body suddenly stood up tremblingly, and he staggered towards the phoenix, his emaciated body seemed to fall when the wind blew.