Standing up, Zhang Han held Mu Yun's delicate body with both hands, and walked straight to the cemetery where the Mu family was buried.

chose a good place and carefully placed Mu Yun on the ground on the side. Then Zhang Han began to dig with his hands, without using half of the power of Shura, nor with the help of any tools, just digging with his bare hands without saying a word.

Tianlu watched from the sidelines, and tears couldn't help but fall from the corners of his eyes. It originally wanted to go over and help Zhang Han dig together, but Zhang Han just shook his head at it, and then buried his head in digging there.

After the pit was dug, Zhang Han picked up Mu Yun again and gently put it in. Then, he returned to the battlefield, picked up the hilt and body of the Xuanyang Sword, spliced it, and placed it beside Mu Yun.

Affectionately caressing Mu Yun's pale and cold face, looking at the smile of satisfaction that always hung on the corner of her mouth, Zhang Han's heart was so painful and so peaceful.

I don't know how long it took, Zhang Han stretched out his right hand and took off a piece of jade pendant from Mu Yun's waist, and then held Mu Yun's hands on his lower abdomen with his left hand.

said tenderly: "Yun'er, you said that this jade pendant is a wedding gift from your second uncle. I don't know if you'd like to be my wife? I'll count to three, and if you don't speak, then I'll assume you've agreed, okay?"

Zhang Han looked at Mu Yun quietly, as if waiting for her reply, and seeing that Mu Yun didn't react, he continued: "Then I'll start count......ing!

As soon as he counted to two, Zhang Han's tears dripped uncontrollably, put his head on Mu Yun's forehead, cried bitterly, and shouted vaguely: "Three ......"

Zhang Han's tears fell on Mu Yun's eyelids, and then, tears slipped down from the corners of Mu Yun's eyes along the gap between the upper and lower eyelids. At this moment, Mu Yun seemed to be moved to shed tears of happiness, and there was a sweet smile on the corner of her mouth.

After crying, Zhang Han raised his head and smiled gently: "Yun'er, from now on, we will be husband and wife." Are you happy?"

In a trance, Zhang Han seemed to hear Mu Yun obediently calling in his ear again: "Brother Hand......"

Zhang Han looked at the Xuanyang Sword beside Mu Yun again, and said softly: "Xuanyang, I'm afraid that Yun'er will feel lonely, you stay here to accompany her." Okay?"

As soon as the words fell, Zhang Han felt a fluctuation of the unyielding sword intent in his body.

Stand up and walk out of the pit. Zhang Han slowly piled the soil on the edge of the pit into the pit carefully, as if he was afraid of waking up his sleeping lover.

The whole regret of their emotional rings is that when they are not good at expressing love, they don't know that the seeds of love have been planted in their hearts.

When that seed began to take root and sprout, the cruelty of reality but ruthlessly stifled it in the embryonic stage. They instinctively crave, they struggle instinctively, they instinctively resist ......

The soil submerged Mu Yun bit by bit, and a door in Zhang Han's heart slowly closed.

A stone tablet was erected in front of the tomb, with the inscription "The Tomb of Beloved Wife Mu Yun" and the inscription "Zhang Han".

......

At night, the moonlight shines in the valley, and the slight sound of insects echoes everywhere, and some small animals in the valley have fallen asleep, and everything seems so quiet and peaceful.

Zhang Han sat in front of Mu Yun's grave and stared at the tombstone quietly. From time to time, Mu Yun flashed in front of him and smiled at him, and he smiled back stupidly.

Tianlu walked to Zhang Han's side, looked at Zhang Han's appearance, sighed helplessly, and sat down as well.

Since that day, Zhang Han has maintained this position for five days.

During these five days, Zhang Han didn't eat anything, didn't sleep at night, didn't practice, just sat still. Tianlu talked to him, and he didn't respond, as if there was only him and the grave in front of him.

Tianlu thought that tonight would be the same as usual, but Zhang Han still regarded it as air and ignored it. And it is also the same as usual, quietly accompanying Zhang Han here for one night.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Han suddenly said: "Tianlu, do you know fate?"

Although Zhang Han still maintained that posture, he didn't turn his head to talk to it. However, the moment he heard Zhang Han speak, Tianlu still smiled with relief.

"You kid finally moved, I thought your kid was going to sit here. The corners of Tianlu's mouth raised a slight smile.

Zhang Han turned his head, stared at Tianlu, and said, "Don't open the topic, answer me quickly, what kind of fate do you know?"

"As far as I know, destiny is formed by the combination of fixed and variable. Among them, fate is a fixed number, and luck is a variable. Everyone is born with a fixed number, that is, life. For example, those good lives, bad lives, rich lives, poor lives, etc. ”

The reason why variables are called variables is that they contain infinite possibilities, and when the variables are greater than the fixed number, then fate begins to change. At that time, a new fixed number will also be generated, and whether this new fixed number is good or bad depends on the quality of the variables. ”

Tianlu shook his head, and what he said was very charming.

Zhang Han asked again: "Then when a person's fate changes, will this person's ending also change?"

"Theoretically, yes, but it depends on how far fate turns. If the variable is much greater than the certainty, then the more completely the fate will change, the more the outcome will naturally change. However, if the variable is only slightly greater than the certainty, although the fate will change, the final outcome will not change much. ”

After listening to Tianlu's words, Zhang Han suddenly smiled self-deprecatingly and said, "It seems that Shura is right, the most fundamental reason is that I am too weak to change Yun'er's ending." ”

"No one is to blame, we've done our best. Yun'er, she used her life to block the last shot for you, you have to live well, with her share. Tianlu gave Zhang Han an encouraging look.

Zhang Han looked at the tombstone in front of the grave, and said with a firm look in his eyes: "Yun'er, don't worry." I will live well with your share as Tianlu said. One day, I will have the power to change everything and bring you back to me. ”

"It's this courage, such a you, is the Zhang Han I know. Tianlu saw that Zhang Han's eyes had regained their previous firmness, and it knew that Zhang Han might have crossed the hurdle in his heart.

Zhang Han suddenly turned his head and asked, "Tianlu, how are you recovering from your injuries?"

"It's already half better, after all, it didn't hurt the origin, and it will take about another three to five days to heal. ”

"Okay, when you recover, we'll go to Li's house and settle the rest of the bill. ”