If you want to say that, after the sleeve went to the Biyan Cave, the remnants of Bai Jiang's subordinates fled to the Biyan Cave.

Although they knew that Biyan Cave might no longer have the surname Bai, they understood that they had to find a way to live. If you find a way to live, you can't go back to the Xinghan Plain, they are scattered and have become themselves, not some nameless thief, stealing mother, doing the stealing business of being spurned and showing off their might.

There were only some relatives and some young people left in the Biyan Cave, and the people from Lingmen did not appear at all, which was exactly what Pu Yu expected. So much so that as soon as the sleeves arrived at the Biyan Cave, the Biyan Cave became an ownerless nest.

Again. Then the sleeves did not fight with them. They all looked wooden, their hands and feet were mechanical, their hands were either blades, or bottles and cans of medicines, they didn't seem to know what they were doing, they just knew that they just needed to continue to do it, the arrival of the sleeves seemed to be caught off guard, but there seemed to be few people surprised, just stopped everything in their hands, and looked at this young man who was even more surprised than themselves.

"I'm not from the Biyan Cave, I'm not from Lingmen, I'm not from Wind and Rain Pavilion, I'm not half-provoking prisoners......

I'm the Ge family. I don't do slaughter, I don't do what they did,

I only need to be alone ......" Sleeve's throat suddenly blocked, and it seemed like a strong arrow sealed his throat at once, releasing a highly poisonous hatred that made him breathless. He swallowed, and it was not only saliva that he swallowed, but all sorts of things he had already prepared.

"Where's Mo Qiang?"

Then the two young men looked at each other and said, "In prison." The young man gestured to the end of the road beside him.

Then the sleeve looked at the road, and the drum in his heart was pounding.

He's about to see Qiang Qiang. Day and night, he struggled, perhaps for this side, he wanted to take his ink Qiang Qiang away and take her home. No matter what the situation is, he will leave with her.

The prison in the Biyan Cave was damp and gloomy, and when you touched it everywhere, it was wet, and the rats and birds in the weeds under your feet occasionally showed their shadows.

He walked slowly into the depths.

What expression should he use to face Mo Qiang.

"Master Shaotang?" a young man ran behind him, frightened.

"......" glanced at the young man, and there was a sound of iron locks colliding in his ears.

"I'll show you the way. The young man caught up, then took out the key, turned a corner, and opened a door.

After walking a little further, he stopped in front of the cell, opened the door, went in for a while, and came out again.

This is it.

The young man glanced at the cell, then left the door open, gestured to Ze Sleeve, and left.

Then he pulled up his sleeves and walked over slowly.

Another sound of iron locks.

"Shaotang Master ?......" said softly, powerless, cold, doubtful, fearful, surprised, how many emotions she had in it.

At this sound, the screaming sleeves and souls flew out of the body, and the whole person rushed into the cell as if pushed by a huge wave.

When Ze Sleeve walked briskly to the front of the cell, Mo Qiangqiang raised his head.

She is still like that, fair-skinned and delicate. Thin, thin, ragged, and weak, her eyes were clouded with hazy smoke, stained with tears, stained with blood, and chains bound her hands and feet, which were the hands she had struggled with before the furnace and not for the thieves.

And the result of her doing so is that her flesh and blood are blurred and scarred now.

But she's thankful that she made it to the sleeve to find her, and she waited for the sleeve to arrive.

Then he walked forward, came to her, and knelt down in front of her. He couldn't have been more wrong.

Everything in front of her is clear at a glance, she is Mo Qiangqiang, Mo Qiangqiang who will not be treacherous, she is his wife, how can he betray him, how can he doubt her, how can he listen to the broken words of others, how can he ...... His Qiang Qiang suffers here, his Qiang Qiang suffers a lot, he still doesn't come to her, he doesn't come to her for a long time, Qiang Qiang is not a waste, then his sleeve is a waste.

Zesleeve reached out to brush away the messy hair on her cheeks, looked at her tired and weak eyes, tears filled her eyes: "I'm such a waste ......"

"I can wait for you, no matter what, it means that you have succeeded, right, tell me, is the white spoon dead, is Gao Xun dead, what about Lin Yan?"

Mo Qiangqiang supported his weak body, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and asked him.

Ze Sleeve nodded, and hugged Mo Qiang into his arms: "So I'm so tired, I'm coming to you, I'm sorry, it's so late." ”

Mo Qiangqiang smiled softly, and fiery tears poured out like a spring: "It's good to come, my blood and tears are worth it, God...... Treat me well. ”

God treats lovers well, gives them fate to meet, and gives them a logical or unexpected or expected ending.

The sleeve removed the iron cuffs from Mo Qiangqiang's hand, and was about to pick her up by the waist, but Mo Qiangqiang stopped him: "Carry it." ”

"Huh?" was stunned for a moment, listened to Mo Qiangqiang's words, reacted, and turned around and carried her on his back.

Mo Qiangqiang is obviously too thin. Not to mention that the last time she carried her was when she was married, after a few quarters, she lay on his back like a piece of paper.

He will walk with her in the future. From now on, he couldn't leave her alone.

"Remember last time you carried me on your back......" Mo Qiangqiang whispered in Ze Sleeve's ear.

"Before we got married, Pastor Qing promised us a marriage......

"You're so happy, you've carried me on your back for several laps on the Yellow Springs Valley......"

At that time, their laughter spread throughout the Yellow Spring Valley, and spread throughout the whole heaven and earth. They feel that they are the most alive people in the world. Zesleeve finally married this beautiful girl home. Their hair fluttering in the wind, their clothes rippling in the blades of grass, what two cheerful shadows, and they were like one shadow, from upheaval to separation, from separation to reunion.

"Do you know how much I miss you......"

Ze Sleeve's heart squeezed fiercely, and the taste of broken liver and intestines was just her faint words, and a few words from her were enough for him to scatter.

They met, they said their names to each other, and then their lives were tied together by mistake because of the Ming bamboo fan, and because the two hearts were entangled because no one could do without each other, it became their lives.

Ze Sleeve smiled: "You stick to me all day long, follow me here, go there, I always have you in my eyes, and I don't know when I won't be able to leave you." "Since I left you, I have no one in my eyes, I just want to call you back, turn under my nose, and hang around me. I hate the person who hurt you, I hate myself so much, why did I let go of your hand in the first place.

"It's still very powerful. Mo Qiangqiang smiled and wiped away the tears, looking at the eyes of the sleeves, which were seductive amber beautiful eyes, when she hooked her soul, she willingly followed him, trekking through the mountains and rivers, eating and sleeping in the open between the river and the lake.

"In the future, we must listen to Mo Qiangqiang, don't care about the gossip outside, don't do things that make you regret it, we have to manage the bamboo pond and the Yihua Pavilion well......

I know that the outside world is no longer human, right? Gao Xun and the white spoon can die, which means that many of us have left......"

The sleeves stopped and looked at Mo Qiangqiang with a sideways face, not feeling a good feeling in his heart.

"We've got to live well. Mo Qiangqiang said again.

Then his sleeves drooped his eyelids, and he raised his head again, and walked forward, and the wind gently swept his way between the blades of grass, and went down the side of his clothes, all the way up, invading his collar and hair.

"Good. "We live well.