Under the starry sky, the vast grassland is endless, the small purple flowers blooming in the grass, looking at the past from afar, like a star falling to the ground, the night wind blows gently, blowing a piece of green grass, blowing up the plain white snow clothes, flying in the night, distant and ethereal, like a dream.

Gong Qianzhu sat quietly on a stone in the vast grassland, raised his head slightly, his lips were slightly pale and transparent, and there was a white silk tied to his eyes.

It's just that the fair and delicate skin of the past is now full of red marks, many blisters have not disappeared, and it hurts to worry when you move lightly, but it is much better than before, I remember the time when I just woke up, she was itchy and painful all day long, and she didn't even dare to turn over, her throat was also hoarse with thick smoke, and she couldn't say a word, and she couldn't scream when she was uncomfortable, so she could only whimper lowly.

But she is still lucky, she has gone through so many hardships, if it weren't for God's favor, how could she have survived until now.

It's okay. She comforted herself more than once, fortunately she was no longer visible, even if she was disfigured, she could deceive herself and hypnotize herself that nothing had happened.

Even if she has no eyes and can no longer see the stars in the sky, it doesn't matter, she remembers the starry picture in the sky, she will recall.

As soon as she thought of this, her depressed mood would be somewhat better, and she tried to raise the corners of her lips, deliberately ignoring the pain that pierced her heart.

Suddenly there was a snow-white cloak on his shoulders, Gong Qianzhu's thin body was surrounded by this sudden warmth, and then he heard Sima Changyuan's gentle voice full of distress: "Why don't you wear a little more, you just woke up, your body hasn't recovered yet, what should I do if I get sick." ”

Gong Qianzhu turned his head slightly and smiled in his direction, "I'll be careful." ”

The voice was long gone, hoarse as if she was a hundred years old, and you had to listen carefully to hear what she was saying.

Sima Changyuan's eyes dimmed, and he was about to say something, when he suddenly saw Mrs. Zhifan in a purple skirt standing there looking at him without saying anything, so he told Gong Qianzhu a few more words, and then walked towards Mrs. Zhifan.

"According to the news from Jiu Ge, Mo Zili ordered Yan Ruyu to be imprisoned in the Lingfeng Pagoda to be punished, and it is estimated that it will take at least a few decades before she is released. Mrs. Zhifan got straight to the point, "It seems that Mo Zili already knows what Yan Ruyu has done." ”

Hearing this, Sima Changyuan subconsciously looked at Gong Qianzhu, who was sitting quietly in the distance, and saw that she didn't seem to notice the conversation here, so he put his mind at ease and sneered coldly: "Didn't he want to use this as an excuse to shield the disciples in the sect?"

"It's not very clear, but I heard that Mozi was really angry this time - even his apprentice who had just woken up wanted to persuade him, so he locked him out. "Mrs. Zhifan lowered her eyes, how important that Qingwu is to him, isn't it not as good as Gong Qianzhu now?" "Lord, now that Yan Ruyu has been taken in and imprisoned by Jiuge, the matter of arresting her ......"

"Go on. Sima Changyuan secretly clenched his fists and said these two words categorically, "Blood debt and blood repayment, she owes the skin of the bamboo, and she will pay it back with her own." ”

Mrs. Zhifan sighed and reluctantly took the order.

Sima Changyuan stood in place for a while, then turned around and walked slowly towards Gong Qianzhu.

He understands what the last lament of the fan represents, he has changed, he has long since become not himself, but so what, he is not living for himself, whether it is past, present or future, he only lives for her, guarding life and life, this is his fate.

He walked behind Gong Qianzhu and wanted to carry her back to prevent her from catching a cold, but before his hand touched her, she had already opened her mouth: "Changyuan, why are you arresting Yan Ruyu?"

Sima Changyuan was stunned for a moment and withdrew his hand, "You heard it all." ”

Gong Qianzhu sighed almost inaudibly, tilted his head slightly, and said: "Changyuan, there is a fate for fortune and misfortune, and there is a destiny for each one, it is already a foregone conclusion that I will become like this, why add a little more pain, not to mention Yan Ruyu, hasn't she already been punished?"

Sima Changyuan stared at her indifferent expression in disbelief, and an unprecedented anger suddenly surged in his heart, he suddenly wanted to slap her hard, wake her up, and let her see right and wrong in this world clearly.

What is she? Does she think that the tolerance and understanding that those who come without refusing are right and good? This kind of ridiculous foolishness, she has suffered so much and suffered so much, is it not enough for her to see clearly?

But after all, he couldn't give up his heart and slapped his face, he stared at her hidden sad face, flicked his sleeves, and wanted to leave.

"Chang Yuan. Gong Qianzhu's voice came from behind, and she slowly stood up with the stone under her, because her fingers pressed the stone, and soon the already red and swollen fingertips began to become inflamed and hot again.

She didn't have time to care about this, stretched out her hands and groped towards him, even if Sima Changyuan was disappointed in her, seeing her like this, her heart immediately softened, afraid that she would accidentally fall, and walked back quickly to support her.

Gong Qianzhu grabbed his sleeve with both hands, and his palms were hot.

"Changyuan, tell me, it's been so long, you should tell me too-why does Madame Zhifan listen to you?Why can you command the Divine Realm?Why do you help me so much?Tell me, you ...... Who is it?"