"Mo Zili, are you calling it self-inflicted?"

The indifferent and ruthless voice sounded, with a faint ethereal echo, with the sound wave swinging, the carpet, the bookcase, and the gauze tent in the hall were all assimilated into dark red blood by the person, and the demon wind in the hall was great, and the gauze tent was blown to fly one after another, like a ghost butterfly dance, shimmering, and rippling water.

Mo Zili looked at the person in front of him in a daze, the blood flowing backwards all over his body, if it wasn't for the pain to suffocation, he almost thought he was dreaming.

Outside, a blood-colored lightning split across the sky, illuminating Gong Xuanyue's beautiful face even more thrilling, the blood-colored red dress was gorgeously unfolded, and the long tassels hung low, so beautiful that it was holy and bewitching, and it was so beautiful that the world was discolored.

Did he come back to life? Even Gong Xuanyue came back to life?

How could he come back to life, didn't that Nine Glass Divine Heart explode along with the Nine Glass Caves? How could he return to the Six Realms again after disappearing for fifty years?

Mo Zili only felt that the blood mist in front of him was filled, and he was dizzy for a while, and he suddenly wanted to catch him and ask, if even he woke up, then is it possible for Xiaozhu to come back to life?

Gong Xuanyue smiled coldly, her eyes exuded a faint demonic blood-colored brilliance in the dark, and her eyes lingered on the painting on the wall.

"Mozili, let's have a ten-year appointment. ”

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The Netherwind Valley at the junction of the human world and the underworld, which is known as the end of the world.

The air is filled with the vague fragrance of flowers, the unknown purple petals are dancing in the cold wind, the wind rubs the lilac traces in the air, as if splitting another space, and the snow-white waves quietly lap the coastal reef, as if someone is singing a quiet and poignant ballad.

The moment the person fell to the ground from the wind, it was like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, and a thick layer of purple petals on the ground rolled and spread out like waves, and even the wind was still, and the petals dancing in the air fell slowly, like a vigorous rain of flowers and tears.

Mo Zili walked through a rain of flowers, but the demonic wind frenzied robe did not move at all, not even the hair was messed up, there seemed to be nothing in his eyes, and it seemed that everything was under his eyes.

He still remembered that at that time, Gong Xuanyue turned around and looked out the window at the rising sun in the east that was about to rise after a night of heavy rain, and his voice was as ethereal and indifferent as an oracle.

......

"The sun is coming out, and the person you are looking for is at the end of the world. ”

......

I can't tell what I feel in my heart, there is no ecstasy, no despair, only a faint slight wound that spreads into a sea, a pinprick like a fine pain, since she is gone, there has always been a place like this faint pain, dripping blood slowly oozing out, the pain is so painful that he is covered in bruises, until the blood flows like a river.

He thought he would be in pain when he saw her again after fifty years.

But it turned out that it was not only painful, but when I saw the side of the world at the end of the world, the familiar figure under the pear blossom tree, all the emotions of the past fifty years came up, sadness, guilt, pain, despair, resentment, distress, and many inexplicable feelings, all turned into a painful feeling, and in the sadness flowed into a river, almost drowning him completely.

He looked at her from afar, and the plain white man was sleeping under the tree like that, and the white petals fell all over her body, and she seemed to have slept for a long, long time, and the white petals as white as snow kept falling from the tree, and were blown up by the wind, and danced in the air in a cold and miserable manner, and the beauty was thrilling.

He had been looking for her for fifty years, and she had slept under the pear blossom tree at the end of the world for fifty years.

He suddenly wanted to shake her awake hard, and asked her why she lied to him, if she was just tired and wanted to find a place to sleep quietly, why didn't she tell him, why did he think she was dead, why he would rather stay in this place alone for so long than let him accompany him, why he was willing to ...... Leave him behind for fifty years......

If she hates him, it doesn't matter if she hits him or retaliates against him, but she doesn't even want to hate anymore, and when she comes to the end of this world that no one can find, she has slept for so many years.

But it was already so painful that it was so painful that he didn't even have the courage to breathe, she slept so quietly that it made him feel distressed, she looked so small and cute, it was ridiculous that he used to trample on this precious cleanliness and purity, casually trampling on it......

Suddenly, there was a coldness on his face, and then the rain fell from the dark sky, and the pear petals flying in the air were knocked down and fell on the person sleeping under the tree, like a funeral of flowers.

As if disturbed by the cold rain, she woke up from her slumber and slowly propped herself up, staring blankly at the man who was looking at her in the distance with her eyes as clean as ink.

That glance alone is something that you will never forget.

In the drizzle of the night, the man in white Shengxue walked towards her with a white jade-handled paper umbrella, cold and dusty, and gave birth to lotus step by step.

"You, do you want to be my apprentice?"

He put the umbrella on top of her head to block the rain for her, leaned over and smiled slightly, and stretched out his hand to her.

She was stunned, looked at the hand that was as warm as jade knuckles and slender, and then looked down at her small soft palm, which seemed to be put into his palm without understanding.

His chest suffocated, his heart ached so much that he couldn't get it enough, his eyes were sour and moist for the first time in a long time, and his vision as he looked at her was obscured by the warm liquid, which ran down his cheeks and hit the back of the hands they were holding each other.

A small hand suddenly stretched out and touched his face, she looked at him without blinking, and was able to say two words in a very unskilled voice, "No, cry." ”

He was stunned for a moment, and quickly wiped away the tears on his face.

Okay, stop crying.

He clenched her hand, which was so small that he felt distressed, that he would never let go again in this life, and said to her word by word.

"Xiaozhu, Master will take you home. ”