After tossing and turning in the Ruthless Mountain Villa for so long, finally everything is about to end,

The Gu on Hao Tingcheng's body is relatively easy to solve, it's just an ordinary Gu worm, and it makes people feel unbearable when they attack.

But in the blink of an eye, it was swallowed by Hachi,

The ruthless mountain villa was robbed by this, but it was also blessed by misfortune,

Huangfu Xueying originally had a quiet temperament, and Hao Tingcheng got along with him every day, so he was also infected by him, and his mental condition became more and more stable, and his behavior and habits gradually became the same as that of ordinary women.

Xuanyuan Wanwan explained: Xuanyuan Mo is not a big traitor, but he can't let go of the obsession in his heart, so he also shows mercy to other people who have nothing to do with the Huangfu family.

Xuanyuan Wanwan said this, the intention is obvious, the intention is to seek peace,

Xuanyuan Wanwan knew that since Xuanyuan Mo had declared war on Huangfu Xueying, he must be holding the heart of death, but Xuanyuan Wanwan hoped that if Xuanyuan Mo was really defeated in the future, Huangfu Xueying would let others go.

Huangfu Xueying didn't say anything about this, and Xuanyuan Wanwan couldn't continue.

Nangong Jing had no intention of interfering in the battle between the Huangfu clan and the Xuanyuan clan, but he asked the Huangfu Xueying for a personal favor: if he caught the people of the Xuanyuan clan, except for Xuanyuan Mo, if the other people wanted to deal with it, I hope he could inform himself.

Nangong Jing opened his mouth, Huangfu Xueying did not answer, but he did not refuse, Xuanyuan Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief,

Qianqian looked at Nangong Jing, her heart was full of gratitude, this man has always disliked being nosy, and he rarely paid too much attention to even the affairs of his own country, and interfering in this matter must have something to do with him.

Nangong Jing saw Qianqian's grateful look, and smiled dotingly, "Let's go, go back to Moon City--",

Qianqian clenched his hand, bowed his head slightly, and responded: "Hmm",

Qianqian looked at the box in her hand and said silently in her heart: Xiaoba, you must grow up quickly,

Time is getting tighter and tighter, and every day now, Qianqian feels like a race against time.

Although Nangong Jing has not shown any abnormalities these days, Qianqian knows that the poison on his body is like a time bomb, which may explode at any time.

She can't let herself be passive, so she has to work hard,

Huangfu Xueying looked at Qianqian, wanted to speak and stopped, and finally didn't say a word,

Although he was unwilling, now that the hundreds of years of grievances between the Huangfu clan and the Xuanyuan clan were about to erupt, he no longer had time to take care of his children's private affairs.

Qianqian said: Some things, if you miss it once, it will be a lifetime.

He had already loved him once with all his life,

And now Qianqian, but with the same persistence, she loves Nangong Jing,

That's why their souls can coexist in the same body, they are so similar, yet so different.

The Ruthless Valley is still picturesque, Nangong Jing helped Qianqian into the carriage, Qianqian looked back at Huangfu Xueying, smiled at him, and said: "The green mountains do not change, the flowing water will flow for a long time, and there will be a period in the future".

As long as she is really Xuanyuan Qianqian, then there will definitely be a time for her and Huangfu Xueying to reunite.

Behind Huangfu Snow Shadow is hundreds of thousands of snowy country ironclad troops, ready to go, he stands quietly at the fork in the road,

The sunset sprinkled a layer of faint golden yellow on the snow shadow of Huangfu, the breeze was light, the clothes danced lightly, and the long figure looked lonely and lonely.

Those memories of Huangfu Snow Shadow in the depths of her memory have always been so profound,

Seeing that the figure of the man in white was a little thin, Qianqian's heart involuntarily tightened slightly,

At the wrong time, meeting the right person can only be a kind of helplessness--