"The affairs of this life are over. "Back to the dust, the final belonging. Everything outside changes in an instant, only here, a house, three people, was stopped by time and abandoned by God.

"Do me a favor. "After going through this, Mo Yu is hopeless.

"Tell me, if I can help, I will help. Shen Tan said.

Mo Yu took out the box and said, "Help me carve something." ”

"Say it. ”

Mo Yu thought deeply:

Why don't you ask for a little Yan Guimo, life after life, you are still affectionate;

Why don't you ask for a little ink to fall, follow the feelings, and tell your history for a long time.

Yanlan, a year of Chang'an, floating and rising, how can you be the enemy, the past is gone with the wind.

"Master Mo, who has broken off his love, also has this day? Okay, good, I'll engrave it. ”

"Engrave it and leave it to Mr. for safekeeping, I still have something. Mo Yu didn't leave a trace of tenderness, and Gu Ying was self-pitying.

"Master Mo, this piece of paper, this purple bell is yours" Shen Tan handed the box to Huan'er, and Huan'er opened the box with a small note.

Mo Yu took the note:

There is no chance of continuation in this life in the next life

- Jiang Yanlan

Mo Yu held the note tightly in his hand and stuffed it back into the wooden box, "Put it away, there will be less bumps, and he can sleep well." ”

"What is this wooden box called?" asked Huan'er curiously.

"Call ......" Mo Yu didn't think about it, but smiled slightly: "Silan." ”

"Then where did you go after that?" Actually, I didn't have much interest in this kind of parting between life and death.

"I avenged Jiang Yanlan, but then I went to Taiwan. Anyway, I'm alive to continue looking for Tatsuki's next life. Mo Yu returned to the state of ignoring everything again.

"Who is the next life?"

He pondered for a while: "In the next life, you will be just a woman, but a wisp of gunsmoke...... Can I count on her to find the Three Sect Diagrams?"

"You're not going to like her, are you?" I asked, narrowing my eyes and lifting my glasses.

Mo Yu was impatient with my curiosity again, "There is no evidence! Why do you talk obscenities?"

"You deny me, where did the next poem come from in that wooden box?"

"You, you have no right to know!" Mo Yu, who had just recovered, suddenly became so angry, I don't know what to do, so I don't ask.

"Finally, what is the ending that Gou Fugui should not forget?"

Mo Yu smiled coldly at me, which can also be said to be a sinister smile: "The rabbit is dead and the dog is cooking, and it is scattered......"