Zi Duduan was suddenly stunned, biting his thin lips, but he couldn't say a word anymore.

But the silence of the twilight is the biggest irony for Mo Lingzi who has recovered her memory, the memory belonging to Mo Lingzi has gradually recovered, and she is almost on the verge of collapse with the cruel memory of the mountain, recalling that memory, how cruel, how ruthless!

Mo Lingzi couldn't help but roar angrily: "But it's really my good brother!Ahh

Mo Lingzi didn't have time to explain to Zi Duduan, and he pressed step by step as if he had lost his mind: "The only thing I regret in my life is that I met you, and I simply treat you as my own brother." Cheap to the extreme, let you hurt again and again. ”

"Her memory has finally recovered!"

"He still wants to lose her after all, why is fate so cruel, no matter how he makes up for it, he can't change this damn fate?" Zi Duduan's aura began to stir, his spiritual power escaped, his body gradually couldn't support it, and he was angry, but he couldn't refute Mo Lingzi. He did deceive her, deceived her feelings, and deceived her trust, pushing her to the man's side again and again.

He was scheming, he had sworn to protect her and love her for the rest of his life, but he killed her again and again, directly or indirectly, and he tried his best, but in the end he still lost her. Thinking of this, Zi Duduan suddenly gushed out a mouthful of blood, and in order not to worry Mo Lingzi, he forcibly swallowed it into his abdomen, but he still let a wisp of blood leave a trail along the corner of his mouth and drip onto the phantom snow grass beside him.

I saw that the Phantom Spirit Snow Grass that was splashed with blood suddenly pulled out a new leaf at a speed visible to the naked eye, this leaf is similar to the Phantom Spirit Snow Grass itself, but it is more noble, more holy, and beautiful and cannot be desecrated, this is the leaf of the Snow Spirit Grass that belongs to the Lingzi cultivation body.

This is the snow spiritual power that Zi Duduan and Lingzi Xiu, that is, Mo Lingzi also possessed after their union. Zi Du didn't know, but Mo Lingzi knew clearly, she looked at the leaves that were growing in the wind, she didn't know whether she was happy or sad, she just felt endless pain, her throat choked, tears quietly soaked her eyes, and her heart seemed to have fallen into an endless abyss, cold to the bone.

The cold wind howled mercilessly mocked, and the snow poured thousands of miles as if to despise the filth of her life!

When a person has lost his faith and has lost everything, it is not a kind of death, and the strangulation of the soul is often more terrible than the sword. Because it kills the soul of a man, and the sword can only kill a person, but it can never defeat him! The destruction of faith is terrible, merciless, irreparable, irreparable!