Mo Liunian saw that the little half-immortal was about to turn into an iceman, and as soon as her brain was hot, she hugged her, she only had one thought, if she really wanted to die, let's die together.

Despair grabbed Mo Liunian's heart, and Mo Liunian unconsciously shed tears.

The tune of parting, ringing the barrenness of memory.

Too much of the past, illuminating the bleak heart, everything drifts with the gentle breeze at this moment.

The end of the world is far away, and in the vast land, Mo Liunian once stared at it and waited bitterly.

And Mo Liunian also closed his eyes and listened to the wind fluttering in his ears, at this moment, it became the saddest wail in Mo Liunian's heart.

Looking back at the whispering years, how exquisite.

When will the old days of lamenting the wonderful water return?

Mo Liunian couldn't stop the flowers from withering at this time, nor could he stop the awe-inspiring grief in his heart.

The red paint peeled off by the years has soaked in the green years.

Spring went to autumn, and Mo Liunian was already haggard and tired.

If you weren't full of passion, how could you be so sad this autumn?

The vague figure has gone away with the fallen leaves, maybe after the autumn and winter solstice, there will be no more flowers, can there be no footprints on the blank snow?

As before, Mo Liunian once again walked into the city of memory, shattering the sadness of the ground, and any unspeakable emotion surrounded him.

At this moment, Mo Liunian's thoughts overflowed between his eyebrows and his eyes were clouded.

A line of tears, unconsciously full of Mo Liunian's cheeks, lamenting the fleeting time and the impermanence of the world.

Then Mo Liunian pounced and hugged the little half-immortal who had become an ice sculpture, listening to the sound of the wind and his own crying, and was speechless for a while.

The sound of the wind is melodious, the sound of the piano is long and meandering, reaching the heart, and snuggling quietly with his lover, this moment has become the softest and most beautiful bond in Mo Liunian's heart.

But the strange thing is that the ice crystals did not climb up Mo Liunian's body, on the contrary, the ice crystals did not dare to touch her body, and even the ice crystals on the little half-immortal were rapidly receding.

Mo Liunian didn't know at this time, but at this time he closed his eyes and hugged the little half-immortal, and after the five senses of the little half-immortal recovered, he saw Mo Liunian in his arms, and the little half-immortal patted her back.

"I'm fine. ”

Mo Liunian slowly raised his head, there seemed to be only a distant and thin wind between heaven and earth, Mo Liunian's expression couldn't help but be stunned, and he looked up in disbelief.

Even if the years pass quietly, this scene is like the past.

Mo Liunian thought it was an illusion at first, and when he heard the voice of the little half-immortal, he raised his head in disbelief, and when he saw the living little half-immortal, Mo Liunian wanted to cry a little.

However, the steaming figure of the little half-immortal and the gentle tone made Mo Liunian suspect that he was just dazzled.

Mo Liunian looked at the little half-immortal stupidly, and received her hot and affectionate eyes, the little half-immortal opened his eyes slightly, and what brushed Mo Liunian's heart was a little dazed and uneasy.

His fingers were raised slightly, and for a while, Mo Liunian was in a trance, I don't know if it was a dream or an illusion?

It was a strange face, thin and pale.

The little half-fairy's pair of eyes are the only place that can represent life, the black eyes are empty and confused, and Mo Liunian's eyes stop fixedly on the face of the little half-fairy.

Mo Liunian had no words, he could only look at her in a daze, the pain in his heart had been hidden for three years and came again, how could Mo Liunian be embarrassed?

At the moment when Mo Liunian saw that face, all the scenes in front of him faded into a difficult background in an instant, and all he heard in Mo Liunian's ears at this time was his own heartbeat.

Mo Liunian raised his eyes to look at the little half-immortal, and when he saw the little half-immortal staring at him, there was pity in his eyes, Mo Liunian lowered his eyes,

At the moment when Mo Liunian raised his head, what was left for the little half-fairy was Mo Liunian who was holding him in front of him, a poignant and soft face, and the little half-fairy seemed to see the tears in Mo Liunian's eyes.

The little half-immortal saw Mo Liunian raise his head, and a white dress came into his eyes, with a slight glow in the morning light, which reminded people of the spring snow in the beginning of the Jiangnan for no reason.

The black hair hangs down the shoulders, the starry eyes are like water, the soft cheeks can be broken by blowing, and the small body is too weak to wear, as if it will be shattered at the touch of a button.

A little glimmer flashed, and the little half-fairy sighed, revealing a rare trace of sentimentality.

This sigh and smile, the breeze blew his turban, and the peach blossom eyes looked at Mo Liunian, but Mo Liunian was shocked to find that there was a trace of pathos in his warm eyes.

Mo Liunian came up from the mountain, it was a beautiful dream, and the little half-immortal inadvertently walked into Mo Liunian's dream.

And in this dream, there are bitterness, tears, and expectations for the passage of years, the little half-immortal is intoxicated with Mo Liunian's flower-like face, but he has never paid attention to Mo Liunian's melancholy.

Xiao Banxian knew that he had made a mistake, he met Mo Liunian in the lonely red dust, and missed Mo Liunian in his lonely emotions.

The flowers and rain are gone, leaving into a desolate dream, tears are in a trance, the crying is heard slowly, and when you wake up in the middle of the night, your eyes look back, and they are all empty.

The dark curtain fell, happy and sad, the little half-fairy laughed to himself, happy and sad.

Suddenly, bright colors shone in, and the freeze began to melt.

The flower season and the rainy season have already hit, and I have not woken up from my dream.

The wind, blowing on the face, messing up, lightening the heart, the distant relief floated the depressed clouds, I couldn't bear to refuse the autumn, the abrupt moment, an inexplicable strange and familiar misery, the eyes vaguely appeared in the depths of the soul banished to the edge of the sky, wandering flickering and sighing......

The little half-immortal's bloodless white face, with a shallow smile, jumped into Mo Liunian's eyes, revealing an innocent expression.

Looking for your happy face whispering, melancholy, dark lovesickness, mountains and rivers and red dust, guarding a falling flower, twisting lightly in the heart, caressing the calm long, falling leaves are easy to roll, and the years are easy to get old.

The little half-immortal looked at Mo Liunian in a daze, looking at her peerless face and gentle smile, looking at the persistence and faint sadness behind the smile, the wind was still blowing, Mo Liunian's hair was draped on his shoulders, fluttering gently, and there was a faint fragrance, floating in the wind.

Mo Liunian's figure is so thin at the moment, but such a beauty seems to have never erased the countless vicissitudes of life in the world.

"Xiao Mo, you can save them. The little half-fairy said softly.

As soon as the little half-immortal mentioned it, Mo Liunian would understand, although he didn't know what was going on, but he still rescued immediately, holding Banxian Yao with one hand and holding Banxian Yi with the other, the ice on the half-immortal sister and brother was really untied quickly.

Mo Liunian used the fastest speed to untie the ice of the four people and Xiao Fang, but everyone was still choked by the cold, and even Wuzhi used a stick of incense to ease up, and Mo Yan passed out directly.

And during this period, Xiao Banxian was not idle, and directly showed the Futu Sword, which not only had a sword shadow, but also a very light gold.

The little half-immortal directly cast the fourth potential heaven and earth net in the demon subduing technique, the little half-immortal didn't dare to cast this move before, but as soon as he cast it at this moment, he felt that his true qi was surging into the Futu Sword frantically, but it was not that he couldn't support it.

The Futu Sword changed from one to two, and then from two to four, and finally changed into hundreds of handles, and the little half-immortal shouted "Knot!"

Countless floating swords instantly fell in all directions, forming a sword net, enveloping the entire mountain, and the sunlight falling on the sword net reflected the golden light.

As soon as the sword net was formed, the voice of Jin Ge came from the northeast corner, and a white mist was rushing against the sword net, and the little half-immortal said to Mo Liunian, "Xiao Mo, use the true flame of Yannei." ”

Mo Liunian flew into the air, and before the person arrived, the true flame had already hit him, and the white mist suddenly dispersed, and a small doll wearing a white belly pocket and pink carved jade was hanging in the air.

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