Under the thin snow, the room with the red door closed was silent. Zixiu frowned, and the dull pain in his chest became three points worse.
The disciple guarding the door looked embarrassed, shook his head and whispered: "I went in yesterday and never came out again, and I couldn't hear any sound."
"You go down first and ask someone to bring some food over."
She wanted to knock on the door, but her raised hand hung in front of the door for a long time before she finally put it down. She didn't think anyone would respond, so she just pushed the door open and entered.
The damp musty smell hit my nose, and I couldn't help but cover my mouth and nose. In the darkness, I saw a silent black figure in the corner of the ground, hugging a woman who was like a candle to sleep. He must be tired, so tired that he couldn't even sleep.
Even outsiders walking in could not arouse his vigilance.
So decadent and depressed, nothing like the pair of koromata who once fought through life and death. Only one of the intertwined fingers is tightly clasped, while the other hand with the Luan bird tattooed on the wrist is as lifeless as its owner.
, that beautiful face that is enough to confuse people's hearts is so thin that it is not human-like, and the two eyes are suddenly opened, and the gaze has no focus.
I couldn't help but sigh.
How could a good person be hurt like this?
Wei Moyan went to Jiannan that day and did not allow her to go with him. After waiting for several days, he finally waited for the group of people to appear on the snowy road outside the pavilion, but saw a carriage walking in the middle. Zixiu felt panic in her heart at that moment——
Unless someone was seriously injured, they would never use the carriage.
After listening to Shen Yuqing's detailed account of what happened, the worry in her heart was far greater than the anxiety. Zixiu knew these two people very well. They were both so indifferent that they didn't want to say a word, even if he always took a step back and said a few words.
Relaxation, but this time the situation is too serious.
Cheng Xiaobai is Hongxian's only relative. For so many years, she has been running around and joining the murderous world not only for revenge, but also to eliminate anyone who threatens her younger brother. Now, the person who indirectly forces Cheng Xiaobai to commit suicide is her favorite
She was also the one who hurt her the most.
Mo Hengjian would actually drink his master's blood one day. I don't know how he felt at the moment of being stabbed. It must have been more painful than hers.
She has a younger brother, Wan Qi Haoyue whom she has known since childhood, and a pursuit that he refuses to give up, but he has nothing.
"Mo Yan..." She brushed away a trace of ashes from the sleeping man's forehead in distress. The graceful woman who was stronger and kinder than anyone else couldn't help but burst into tears. She couldn't bear to see him like this, just like he couldn't bear to see Hongxian suffer, or even worse.
very.
If she is not a fallen flower, if she can protect his body like jade and grow three thousand hair for him, then she can work hard to warm that heart instead of Hongxian.
The touch on his forehead startled Wei Moyan. He opened his eyes and saw a trace of panic on the familiar face still stained with tears.
"Why are you crying? You think I'm going to die?" He smiled coldly, his eyes full of ruthlessness.
Knowing that he was in a bad mood, she swallowed her tears along with her grievances. After being with him for so many years, Zixiu had already learned to cover up her worries and pain. What if it was for him that she suffered a little more?
"She was just sad and confused for a while. She will get better naturally after a while. But you can't endure it like this. The children in the pavilion are all waiting for your words to tell you how to act. If you also fall, who else can hold up this beam?"
Zixiu carefully tried to pull Xia Qingluan away, but luckily Wei Moyan didn't stop her. After she was relieved, she gently and cautiously took the dirty red dress from his arms. Hongxian didn't resist at all and let her lay on the bed.
: "I've asked someone to bring some food over. Eat a few bites first. I'll find a chance to persuade her here. You two can't be depressed together."
With Zixiu by his side, he could always calm down quickly. If there were people he couldn't live without, she should be one of them.
The dejected aura gradually subsided, and the indifferent Pavilion Master of Poyue Pavilion quickly regained his full power, with only a few imperceptible warmth in his eyes: "Clean her up and change her clothes, whether she wants to eat or not, even if she uses it
If it's hard, let her get some water. Also, no one is allowed to come in when I'm not around - except you."
Zixiu nodded, and most of the grievances he had just dissipated. It was extremely difficult to gain his trust, and she was the only one in Poyue Pavilion who could be trusted by him so much. Even Hongxian had never been treated like this.
However, she would rather share this trust equally with those two people, so that they can know each other and be united forever.
After the cold and solemn figure left, Zixiu coughed again. Her health was getting worse and worse, and she would pass away one day. Before that, she must clear all the obstacles between them, at least when she closed her eyes.
For a moment, we can see them standing side by side again, holding each other together for this life.
Cleaning the house and fetching hot water, the sickly woman's forehead was dripping with fragrant sweat, but she still showed no signs of impatience. Her hands were gentle and delicate, as if the person lying on the bed was her close relative, not an outsider with whom she had no connection.
"If he didn't love you so deeply, he wouldn't be like this. God's will makes us all God's playthings. He will change your destiny for you, but can't you pick up the rest of your life for him? Hongxian, you
If you hear it and think about how much he has paid for you over the past year, you will understand."
————————————————————————————The meeting hall was quiet, and everyone could see that the cabinet master was in a very bad mood.
Thinking about it, after being betrayed first and then stabbed by the one he loved, even the cold and arrogant Wei Moyan would inevitably be troubled by the love affair. The Wanqi family forced each other fiercely without any emotion, but it was the most shocking confession.
Even those who claim to be upright in the teaching world are offended by it.
"Hallmaster Qiao, is there any famous doctor in the world who is good at treating soul-losing disease?" the gloomy man asked after the case.
"Losing one's soul is a disease of the heart, and it is naturally impossible for ordinary doctors to cure it. However, there are some magical herbs in ancient books, but I don't know where they grow." Qiao Feixue, the leader of Tianshi Hall, said in a deep voice. Everyone knows that he has a photographic memory after reading the ancient books.
Hall Master Qiao holds the world's knowledge in his mind, and what he says is the final conclusion.
Wei Moyan rubbed his forehead with one hand, as if he was very troubled. This kind of expression was extremely rare on his face. Everyone in the hall was doubtful. Even when he was seriously injured, he never showed any emotion. What could happen to him at this time?
Are you so upset? Could it be that something happened to Hongxian again?
The black sleeves crossed the table, and the long and dexterous fingers held up the wine glass. Unfortunately, there was no wine in it. After thinking for a moment, Wei Moyan said lightly: "If there is no cure, then at least find a peaceful place outside the world.
——I don’t want her to be disturbed because of her belongings after she dies.”
Suddenly, the sound of gasping for cold air sounded one after another.
Hongxian, the woman who was supposed to be by his side and never leave, as if she were an otherworldly woman, is she finally going to leave this messy and troubled world?
Others have different opinions.
It doesn't matter if she dies, what matters is whose hands the mystery will fall into. Will she be buried with Hongxian as he said, or will she become the guarantee for Poyue Pavilion to dominate the martial arts world and dominate the world from now on?
The man leaning on the chair after the crime looked quite tired. There is no doubt that he is powerful and difficult to defeat. Even if there is no secret, he is very likely to become the final king, but if the secret falls into the hands of others...
The one who gets the mystery will get the world. If you don't want him to get the mountains and rivers here, then there is only one way to go.