The night is hazy in the soft moonlight, the starlight is blurred, the crystal light is brilliant, and the silver glow is reflected in each other. With a smile like a spring breeze, Mo Ye flew unhurriedly in the gentle and gentle night breeze. The light and moonlight, starlight, and crystal light across the sky, indulging in the warm atmosphere of the night.

Ningcheng's 10,000-point crystal light was visible through the deep ink color. A three-dimensional crystal lantern, like the Milky Way falling from the sky, is bright and boundless.

Mo Ye paused violently and stood in the cool evening breeze. Although the evening breeze was cool, through a ray of hot eyes, the hot wind blew violently on his face, and Mo Xie's heart beat wildly. With that burning gaze, with a passion like fire, Mo Ye felt that his face was instantly burned, and his heart was instantly imprisoned.

Who would look at himself with such eyes, which Mo Xie had read in Chengying's eyes. I have felt it from the tears of the dull jun, I have experienced it from the hatred of Bian Le, is it Qin Ji, is it Xiaoyue, is it Bai Juan? Mo Xie didn't dare to think about it, every name is now the moon in the water, the flower in the fog, and it has disappeared in this vast holy land. Every time he thought of a name, Mo Ye would feel the gaze coming from his face, like a flood that opened the floodgates, drowning his heart.

Mo Xie was like a sculpture, staring at Ning Cheng intently, that ray of gaze did not come from Ning Cheng, but not far from his side, moving towards him little by little. Mo Ye's heart beat wildly, beating so much that his breathing stopped. Mo Xie pretended to be calm, and after giving a glance back, he flew towards Ning Cheng.

Mo Ye was a little panicked, no matter how fast he flew, that ray of eyes and that slender figure always followed him at a distance not far or near. It seems to want to get closer, but it is very shy, it seems to be very excited, and it is very shy.

Mo Xie arrived at the gate of Ningcheng. Yanran looked back and saluted into the sky. "Thank you for sending you late at night. Baidai has arrived in Ningcheng, please return quickly."

There is no echo in the distant airspace. But there was a glimmer of eyes with a crystal, it was a white jade-like face, flushed with roses. opened her red lips a few times, but she didn't know how to answer Mo Ye's politeness.

Mo Xie's eyebrows revealed a bit of confidence, and his thin lips smiled calmly. Suddenly, he entered Ningcheng with a high spirit.

After a few inhales, a black-clothed saint woman had a gloomy face, her eyebrows were raised, and her eyes were like ink crystals in the water, black and bright. The mood is like a surging lake. Cover the clear night sky with dark clouds.

Mo Ye was draped in thick black hair, and his eyes were bright, slowly wandering away from the night scene of Ningcheng. A trace of the literati is beautiful, and the Confucian is eternal in the dance of the black robe, killing the scenery of the street.

"See, the holy ruffian who sells the relics of the Holy Maiden." Mo Xie walked in high spirits, and a sentence that made Mo Xie blush and heartbeat, and the voice of wanting to scold his mother angrily came into his ears.

Mo Ye's face tightened. is so angry in my heart, if I decorate it freely, some people will scold me behind my back. If it weren't for the shining eyes behind him. "Dog's day. I cut off half of his head."

Mo Xie no longer walked slowly, and after a few sucks, he fled into the Bashi Pavilion.

The night was quiet. A gentle breeze blows by. Through the thin clouds, the moonlight sprinkled on the holy path of the Ningcheng Ba Food Pavilion, and the night crystal lights flickered and slowly extinguished. There are also lanterns in the shop of Ba Shi Court. A few food boys and food cooks are busy working at night.

Occasionally, a food boy walks to the side of the pavilion to look at the sky, and an ancient tree outside the food pavilion "Sha-Sha-" shakes its leaves, looking so lonely and desolate in this deep night.

Under the shadow of the trees. A petite figure leaned lightly against the tree, its eyes tightly closed. Listen to the sound of your own pounding heartbeat. Feeling the heart-shattering pain, the painful petite body trembled with the heartbeat, and it turned out that the rustle of the leaves was not the night wind, but the pain of the heart, which attracted the sorrow of the tree.

The entire Ning City was covered with a thin layer of mist, adding a different kind of mystery. It's quiet, everything is quiet, falling into the quiet ...... of the night. The Sage had already restrained his divine consciousness and cultivated, and the aura of thousands of miles of heaven and earth was silently surging towards Ning Cheng.

Mo Xie sat on the bench nervously, his heart pounding. The flesh on his face was tense, as if he had frozen. The corners of his mouth were pulled down, with an expression that seemed to cry but not cry.

Dripping and ticking, his face trembled and his red lines trembled, and sweat slowly flowed down his cheeks, and he couldn't stop it. Two beads of sweat condensed on the upper eyelids, and when they rolled into their eyes, Mo Ye didn't dare to wipe them, closed his eyes slightly, and let the sweat flow. Gathered to the chin, soaked in armor.

Mo Xie already knew why his eyes were so hot, and why his state of mind was so sad. Mo Xie was afraid, really scared, scared and restless, scared that he had nowhere to hide, and he was almost frightened by the petite figure outside the pavilion.

The night became so long, the moon became gloomy and desolate, and the ethereal clouds changed into flickering clothes at some point, with mysterious colors, tearing the surprisingly quiet Ning City into fragments of starlight.

The heart under the tree, in the bleak evening breeze, appreciated the tranquility and sadness, how she hoped that the figure could come out of the gloomy attic, soothe her lost mood, give her a trace of warmth, let her see the dawn of feelings. But that heart was fragile and timid. Such a close call from the heart could not make him take a sincere step. The wind blew off the last leaf, and in this cold night, it blew off a heart and broke a relationship.

The fog in Ningcheng rose suddenly, and the desolate heart was poured down and the fog was hidden. The fog seems to be looming, and the feelings are like condensation. Engulfed the breathless and dignified, isolated two hearts that could not communicate. The wonder of this fog is that it seems to be looming, and the wonder is that it is mystically diluted.

When the first rays of morning light pierced through the thick fog, the quiet Ningcheng ushered in a warm morning. Everything is shrouded in soft sunlight, and the ancient trees hang low, dripping with water after showering, and the moist reveals a bit of faint greenery. Staring at the petite figure drenched beneath him. Her eyelashes stirred with trembling dewdrops, flashing with colorful points of light, and her lips were open with her baby-like rosy lips, and her lips were like milky pearls, like a drop of broken dew in the stamen of an orchid, crystal like a tear.

The heart she had waited for all night was gone, and the fog that had risen suddenly disappeared, and the scorching sun had melted away. The fire-like waves covered everything, but like Xiao Xiao's cold wind, it broke her heart and froze away her tears.

Yu Ba waited anxiously, it was already close to noon, and the master Mo Ye had not yet brought pastries and buns. Yu Ba had no intention of going to Zhang Luo's stall to do something, staring at the distant sky on tiptoe.

The saints who were waiting for the pastries were wandering in the heat wave like fire, although they couldn't see that they were in a hurry, a hot wind blowing on their tender faces made Yu Ba feel a burst of heartache. Yu Ba smiled apologetically many times, rubbed his hands and paced in the circular stall, he could have sat under the big umbrella, took advantage of the cold, drank tea, and fanned the fan, but his favorite saint stood in the heat wave, how could he not accompany him. Although he was a little dizzy in the heat and a little smoky in his throat and eyes, Yu Ba had no intention of escaping, sweating, and ran to the Pink Armor Saintess for a while to deliver a cup of herbal tea, and for a while ran to the Silver Armor Saintess to deliver a fruit.

Yu Ba is in a hurry, if he doesn't come again, he doesn't need to die in the sun, and he can urinate blood urgently in a hurry.

Yu Ba's eyes were red in a hurry, and several red lights flew from the sky. After sucking a few times, the three Solid Root Realm saintesses fell into the stone stall. "Pavilion Master, what you want has been brought."

Yu Ba's eyes froze, the master Mo Ye A holy woman seemed to see Ba's doubts. "Pavilion master, the young master of the hundred generations will sell this item to a holy friend named Xu Jia."

With a wave of her hand, a crystal light flew out, and a one-person-high snowflake crystal fell into the stall. Gusts of cold wind blew slowly, the bitter wind, with a biting chill, the soul and emotions were frozen.

"Alabaster? Early in the morning, not long after Yu Ba opened his stall, there was a beautiful saint who made Yu Ba stunned, and asked about the snowflake spar many times, saying that it was with the master Mo Xie. Yu Ba has never understood that the master stood in front of the stall for more than a dozen days yesterday, when did he hook up with such a lovely saint.

"Hey, master, it's the master, when you're stupid, you're chased by a group of beautiful saints, not to mention how good you are now!" Yu Ba could only explain his puzzlement in this way.

Yu Ba glanced at the airspace, and there was not a trace of Mo Xie.

"The young master of the hundred generations said that Ningcheng has some business, and he will come here later." The Holy Maiden of Gugen replied.

"The master has affairs"? Yu Ba was a little puzzled, Mo Xie didn't even know where Ning Cheng was, what could be going on in the city? Could it be that he was trapped by the big-eyed saintess. This is very clear to Bake.

Back then, when the master was stupid and about to starve to death in Ningcheng, it was this saintess who went to her stall every day to buy steamed buns. When he knew the truth, the master mysteriously disappeared again. Yu Ba had no choice but to return to Zengcheng.

Yu Ba shook his head, the master Yanfu is good, and he can also follow the pot to eat. Yu Ba no longer thinks about those useless things, and the desire cave has been notified to the master. Take all the house pressure and buy it for a few days. Until all are sold out.

Yu Ba's heart is beautiful, what is his master's name. "Hundred generations of young masters". Yu Ba roughly counted, four hundred and thirty-two, the master said, there are three hundred and ninety-two equipped with holy women's equipment. "Uncle, the master fell into the holy woman's den, and there were so many holy relics there."

Yu Ba doesn't care about this, it's better to sell him for a hundred years and a thousand years, seeing his favorite saint every day is much more enjoyable than making steamed buns.

Yu Ba's purchase has been ten years, and his eyes are stupid, the holy relics of the master Mo Xie have long been bought, but the master has evaporated from Ning Cheng. The strange thing is that the desire cave does not drive him away, although Yu Ba sells peace of mind, he also sells his heart. I see my favorite saint every day, although it is tepid, Yu Ba still enjoys it. But the master is gone, and he left himself here.

Yu Ba's heart has been ten years long. (To be continued......)