The grudges and grudges in the world are hard to break, and they are noisy and noisy. Only when I was a child in the Poison King Valley did not contain any stains. Wanqi Haoyue is the cleanest memory in her heart.
But why does even him change?
Xia Qingluan was at a loss and wanted to withdraw her hand but was held tightly. She was confused and panicked, just because of his words.
"What about me?"
After breaking off from Wei Moyan, where will he trust the most?
"Luan'er, don't touch that person again, he will only exhaust your life until death. If you want to take revenge, I will help you. If you don't want to get involved again, we can go back to the Poison King Valley, you don't like it the most.
Are the flowers and plants and scenery?”
The boy in black behind him turned around silently, standing in a place where he could only hear the sound of the wind but could not hear the words.
He could not escape the love disaster as quiet as water and bright as bright moon. He thought he could live a life of not loving or hating in the valley for the rest of his life. It turned out that in his heart, someone had appeared earlier than himself and gave up a peaceful and stable world.
The external fairyland is just for her? Gong can't figure out why a woman who has been away from for more than ten years has such a great charm that he never forgot for half his life, and even willing to fall from the indifference like a banished immortal into the world.
Perhaps, he no longer has his own place around him.
"I know I owe you a lot. I saved me from danger three times. In addition, Xiao Bai, and it also hurts the Wanqi family..." The more I wanted to clarify my thoughts, the more I spoke, Xia Qingluan recalled every detail.
, I suddenly realized that the person who was the best to her and the one she owed the most was Wanqi Haoyue.
"I don't need you to repay anything, as long as you leave him."
"I have nothing to do with him."
"Then don't go back."
When did even Brother Yue, who was so gentle, become unfamiliar? He is not someone who will force others to make decisions, nor will he force her to do anything. Even before Wei Moyan was blocked in the Valley of the Poison King, he never questioned her choice.
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All have changed, and the only destination in my memory has also changed. She has nowhere to go in the vast ocean.
"Young Master Wanqi." The alienated title was like pouring a basin of cold water, which finally calmed down Wanqi Haoyuezhong again.
He endured the feelings that he had almost forgotten for so many years, and suddenly said it. The feeling was refreshing but painful, because he could see the disappointment and coldness in Xia Qingluan's eyes.
After all, he is not the person she expects.
A light smile as light as a lotus spread across the corner of his lips. Wanqi Haoyue let go of her hand, and the luxurious and holy aura that was not stained with dust was the same as before: "Sorry, it's abrupt."
The setting sun shines in the bamboo forest, and the old wings sing at the end of the sky.
We embraced each other's old love that had changed taste, and it is still unknown whether the road ahead is good or bad. However, the woman walking beside him has become more silent than before, and the distance from him is getting further and further.
It seems like I want to make up for all the lost time.
When Jinse figure stepped into the meeting hall, he still had a serious eyebrows facing the letters piled up like snow everywhere.
"Stop, I have something to say to you."
Since the conversation that day, Zi Xiu suddenly became cold and ignored the affairs of the cabinet, and was also lukewarm to him. But today, he didn't know why he came here to find him.
"explain."
After Hongxian left, he became so cold that he was no longer moved by anyone. Zi Xiu knew that there was no other woman in this world who could make him a human being, the Lord of the Poyue Pavilion who was trying the sword in the world, a half-god and half-demon.
Some days before the meeting hall came, I felt a little unfamiliar. Zi Xiu stood in front of the desk and pushed the wine pot, empty and silent, and her face couldn't help but feel melancholy: "Like you, she is not doing well - I just went to see her
Red string.”
The aura of the Mose figure was chaotic and he returned to normal in an instant.
"Didn't you tell you not to go out?"
"If I don't go out, are you really going to wait for someone to send her body to the front?" Even the low sigh was filled with powerlessness. He packed up the scattered letters, as if Hongxian had not appeared a long time ago, by his side.
She said softly, "She promised Mr. Cheng to return immediately after being safe and safe. She just hopes that you will not send someone to stop him from delaying his life in vain."
If the person is in his heart, what's the use of coming back? What he wants is not the walking corpse, but the living her.
"Ha, after receiving the favor of the enemy, come back and scold me for being cold-blooded and ruthless? She felt resentful in her heart, and I felt a little disturbed. It would be better to cover three feet of loess with a corpse and be clear and quiet." If you can't get it, you will destroy it. This is
He had already decided.
"You blame her for being partial to Wanqi Haoyue, but have you ever thought that the more powerful she is, the less she dares to stay by your side?" After a brief pause, Zi Xiu raised her head, and sure enough, there was a trace in his eyes.
It’s not that I don’t understand or love, they just can’t see the spikes that hurt each other.
All she wanted to say was these few words, and as for the result, she could only leave it to fate.
"It's not someone else who pushes Hongxian to Wanqi Haoyue, it's you."
There was a wind that passed by, and the table was scattered and ink was filled with paper and ink, falling like snow.
He was the person who pushed her toward Wanqi Haoyue? He was a wise man, but he didn't know that he was the one who forced her to leave her loved one. No, no, he just wanted to protect her from being
Just the wound of betrayal, the man who seemed extraordinary was not as pure and flawless as she thought. He understood the look that fell on her best, that was exactly the same as him before, and he couldn't ask for it, but he didn't want to let go.
Contradiction and desire.
Wanqi Haoyue loved her like him.
I thought I was isolating her relationship with Wanqi Haoyue. My eyes were too focused but I didn't see the result. It was counterproductive. How should I save it now? She must be so heartbroken...
"Send the mission to continue - take back the killing order, there is no need to stop it along the way. The children of Ziweitang are responsible for monitoring, and report it immediately once Xia Qingluan returns to Lanling."
It was already dusk, and a smile in the dark hall was as bright as light. He gently lifted the empty wine pot with his bare hands: "It seems that there are two pots of aged Prajna today."
The person after the case did not respond, but for some reason, a few traces of gentleness that was not easy to detect was penetrated into his eyes.
At this moment, he turned into a human being and entered the world again.
Although the children under Poyue Pavilion were extremely puzzled by the orders of the Pavilion Master's wind and rain, no one complained. Originally, Hongxian was an exception to Poyue Pavilion. Even if she was ordered to do things
In the end, it is hard to guarantee that they will be punished. Besides, among the three people they intercepted, there is a strange-shaped boy in black, who is the deputy head of Ziwei Hall. It is said that his light skills are as good as those of Hua Yu, the deputy head of Ziwei Hall.
His ruthless actions have caused many children to suffer a great loss.
Who wouldn't think about being able to be free and safe? As for why the Pavilion Master has started to sit quietly and drink again in the past few days, probably only a few Pavilion Masters have bothered and thought about it.
Lanling City seemed to be peaceful again, the hazy sky brewed with black clouds all over the dome, and it was not known whether it was rain or snow. Passersby no one noticed a gray flying slave soaring north by the sky, wrapped in copper rings on his feet.
It is a simple letter that is about to cause another wave.