No wonder she wants others to remember her, because no human has ever really remembered her name or remembered her as a person. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Mo Xiaoxie finally knew how deeply his words hurt Yang'er, and his heart was full of regret, but it seemed too late to find a way to redeem it now.

"You should know that the formation of every ghost cultivator is condensed by the will of human beings that will not disperse after death, they are either a person's resentment, or a person's wishes, etc., and we are all such special beings, a kind of unwillingness at the time of death, a condensation composed of a firm soul will. Qingying pressed her hand on her chest and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoye nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Then do you know how difficult it is for a ghost cultivator to maintain a kind heart after experiencing the injustice of God to her, and after turning into a ghost after death, she has not been eroded by darkness?" Qingying's expression was slightly excited, and the ghost cultivator alluded to in her words was naturally Yang'er.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye, who lowered his head, got up, crossed Qingying's location, and strode outside.

Qingying turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaoxie, who didn't know what was crazy and suddenly took action, and shouted in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go to her and apologize to her. ”

Mo Xiaoxie paused in his footsteps, then grabbed the bone spur in his hand without looking back, and strode out of the room, his faint words were extremely firm.

After hearing his answer, Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that she didn't see the wrong person.

Looking out the window at the remnant sun on the horizon that was gradually slanting westward, she smiled slightly, like a pure and beautiful daffodil, quietly blooming.

......

On the surface of the exterior wall of the White Bone Hall, a very small figure compared to the entire building is trying to climb up, and sometimes accidentally gets out of his hand, crumbling appearance, which makes people can't help but feel heartfelt worries about his personal safety.

It was none other than Mo Xiaoxie who went to find Yang'er's whereabouts who did such a dangerous thing.

When he saw Yang'er's small body sitting at the top of the palace, looking at something in the distance, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that this situation would occur.

If he hadn't been injured, if he was willing to expose the existence of the 'Gangsha', this height would not have been difficult for him at all, but when neither of these methods could be used, he could only climb up slowly like a gecko step by step, and the thrill of the process was no less than doing a freefall movement from a height of 100 meters.

"Bang-"

Mo Xiaoxie's fingers finally hooked to the edge of the top of the palace, which made Mo Xiaoxie, who was only one step away from the end, breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as he was a little relaxed, his right hand, which was grasping the edge above, suddenly slipped, causing him to lie on his back and fall down.

"Ale?" Mo Xiaoye was slightly stunned, and saw that the top of the palace was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was falling down at an extremely fast speed.

Inevitably, Mo Xiaoxie waved his limbs, desperately struggling to slow down the momentum of his fall, but the results showed that it was useless for him to do so.

No wonder she wants others to remember her, because no human has ever really remembered her name or remembered her as a person.

Mo Xiaoxie finally knew how deeply his words hurt Yang'er, and his heart was full of regret, but it seemed too late to find a way to redeem it now.

"You should know that the formation of every ghost cultivator is condensed by the will of human beings that will not disperse after death, they are either a person's resentment, or a person's wishes, etc., and we are all such special beings, a kind of unwillingness at the time of death, a condensation composed of a firm soul will. Qingying pressed her hand on her chest and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoye nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Then do you know how difficult it is for a ghost cultivator to maintain a kind heart after experiencing the injustice of God to her, and after turning into a ghost after death, she has not been eroded by darkness?" Qingying's expression was slightly excited, and the ghost cultivator alluded to in her words was naturally Yang'er.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye, who lowered his head, got up, crossed Qingying's location, and strode outside.

Qingying turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaoxie, who didn't know what was crazy and suddenly took action, and shouted in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go to her and apologize to her. ”

Mo Xiaoxie paused in his footsteps, then grabbed the bone spur in his hand without looking back, and strode out of the room, his faint words were extremely firm.

After hearing his answer, Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that she didn't see the wrong person.

Looking out the window at the remnant sun on the horizon that was gradually slanting westward, she smiled slightly, like a pure and beautiful daffodil, quietly blooming.

......

On the surface of the exterior wall of the White Bone Hall, a very small figure compared to the entire building is trying to climb up, and sometimes accidentally gets out of his hand, crumbling appearance, which makes people can't help but feel heartfelt worries about his personal safety.

It was none other than Mo Xiaoxie who went to find Yang'er's whereabouts who did such a dangerous thing.

When he saw Yang'er's small body sitting at the top of the palace, looking at something in the distance, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that this situation would occur.

If he hadn't been injured, if he was willing to expose the existence of the 'Gangsha', this height would not have been difficult for him at all, but when neither of these methods could be used, he could only climb up slowly like a gecko step by step, and the thrill of the process was no less than doing a freefall movement from a height of 100 meters.

"Bang-"

Mo Xiaoxie's fingers finally hooked to the edge of the top of the palace, which made Mo Xiaoxie, who was only one step away from the end, breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as he was a little relaxed, his right hand, which was grasping the edge above, suddenly slipped, causing him to lie on his back and fall down.

"Ale?" Mo Xiaoye was slightly stunned, and saw that the top of the palace was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was falling down at an extremely fast speed.

Inevitably, Mo Xiaoxie waved his limbs, desperately struggling to slow down the momentum of his fall, but the results showed that it was useless for him to do so.

No wonder she wants others to remember her, because no human has ever really remembered her name or remembered her as a person.

Mo Xiaoxie finally knew how deeply his words hurt Yang'er, and his heart was full of regret, but it seemed too late to find a way to redeem it now.

"You should know that the formation of every ghost cultivator is condensed by the will of human beings that will not disperse after death, they are either a person's resentment, or a person's wishes, etc., and we are all such special beings, a kind of unwillingness at the time of death, a condensation composed of a firm soul will. Qingying pressed her hand on her chest and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoye nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Then do you know how difficult it is for a ghost cultivator to maintain a kind heart after experiencing the injustice of God to her, and after turning into a ghost after death, she has not been eroded by darkness?" Qingying's expression was slightly excited, and the ghost cultivator alluded to in her words was naturally Yang'er.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye, who lowered his head, got up, crossed Qingying's location, and strode outside.

Qingying turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaoxie, who didn't know what was crazy and suddenly took action, and shouted in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go to her and apologize to her. ”

Mo Xiaoxie paused in his footsteps, then grabbed the bone spur in his hand without looking back, and strode out of the room, his faint words were extremely firm.

After hearing his answer, Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that she didn't see the wrong person.

Looking out the window at the remnant sun on the horizon that was gradually slanting westward, she smiled slightly, like a pure and beautiful daffodil, quietly blooming.

......

On the surface of the exterior wall of the White Bone Hall, a very small figure compared to the entire building is trying to climb up, and sometimes accidentally gets out of his hand, crumbling appearance, which makes people can't help but feel heartfelt worries about his personal safety.

It was none other than Mo Xiaoxie who went to find Yang'er's whereabouts who did such a dangerous thing.

When he saw Yang'er's small body sitting at the top of the palace, looking at something in the distance, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that this situation would occur.

If he hadn't been injured, if he was willing to expose the existence of the 'Gangsha', this height would not have been difficult for him at all, but when neither of these methods could be used, he could only climb up slowly like a gecko step by step, and the thrill of the process was no less than doing a freefall movement from a height of 100 meters.

"Bang-"

Mo Xiaoxie's fingers finally hooked to the edge of the top of the palace, which made Mo Xiaoxie, who was only one step away from the end, breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as he was a little relaxed, his right hand, which was grasping the edge above, suddenly slipped, causing him to lie on his back and fall down.

"Ale?" Mo Xiaoye was slightly stunned, and saw that the top of the palace was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was falling down at an extremely fast speed.

Inevitably, Mo Xiaoxie waved his limbs, desperately struggling to slow down the momentum of his fall, but the results showed that it was useless for him to do so.

No wonder she wants others to remember her, because no human has ever really remembered her name or remembered her as a person.

Mo Xiaoxie finally knew how deeply his words hurt Yang'er, and his heart was full of regret, but it seemed too late to find a way to redeem it now.

"You should know that the formation of every ghost cultivator is condensed by the will of human beings that will not disperse after death, they are either a person's resentment, or a person's wishes, etc., and we are all such special beings, a kind of unwillingness at the time of death, a condensation composed of a firm soul will. Qingying pressed her hand on her chest and said with a straight face.

Hearing this, Mo Xiaoye nodded, indicating that he knew.

"Then do you know how difficult it is for a ghost cultivator to maintain a kind heart after experiencing the injustice of God to her, and after turning into a ghost after death, she has not been eroded by darkness?" Qingying's expression was slightly excited, and the ghost cultivator alluded to in her words was naturally Yang'er.

As soon as the words fell, Mo Xiaoye, who lowered his head, got up, crossed Qingying's location, and strode outside.

Qingying turned her head and looked at Mo Xiaoxie, who didn't know what was crazy and suddenly took action, and shouted in surprise, "Where are you going?"

"Go to her and apologize to her. ”

Mo Xiaoxie paused in his footsteps, then grabbed the bone spur in his hand without looking back, and strode out of the room, his faint words were extremely firm.

After hearing his answer, Qingying breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly said that she didn't see the wrong person.

Looking out the window at the remnant sun on the horizon that was gradually slanting westward, she smiled slightly, like a pure and beautiful daffodil, quietly blooming.

......

On the surface of the exterior wall of the White Bone Hall, a very small figure compared to the entire building is trying to climb up, and sometimes accidentally gets out of his hand, crumbling appearance, which makes people can't help but feel heartfelt worries about his personal safety.

It was none other than Mo Xiaoxie who went to find Yang'er's whereabouts who did such a dangerous thing.

When he saw Yang'er's small body sitting at the top of the palace, looking at something in the distance, Mo Xiaoxiao knew that this situation would occur.

If he hadn't been injured, if he was willing to expose the existence of the 'Gangsha', this height would not have been difficult for him at all, but when neither of these methods could be used, he could only climb up slowly like a gecko step by step, and the thrill of the process was no less than doing a freefall movement from a height of 100 meters.

"Bang-"

Mo Xiaoxie's fingers finally hooked to the edge of the top of the palace, which made Mo Xiaoxie, who was only one step away from the end, breathe a sigh of relief.

But just as he was a little relaxed, his right hand, which was grasping the edge above, suddenly slipped, causing him to lie on his back and fall down.

"Ale?" Mo Xiaoye was slightly stunned, and saw that the top of the palace was getting farther and farther away from him, and he was falling down at an extremely fast speed. (To be continued.) )