Outside the plum blossom forest, no one dared to move, as if they were afraid of breaking the peace.
Chu Han just murmured: "Flowers fade, flowers fly, flowers fill the sky, flowers fall, flowers are buried, flowers are buried in the ground, the last move of Ming Shang sword technique, Hua Shang"
Mo Yang jumped lightly, picked up the mask hanging on the plum tree, and flew away
Only then did everyone wake up, but they were gone, leaving only a pale
For a long time, after Mo Yang left the Mingshang Sect, he didn't know where he was. He was not familiar with the nearby terrain, so he stopped by a lake.
A thin layer of ice has formed on the lake surface, and the smooth ice flakes have a black reflection. The black color is particularly eye-catching in the snowy woods.
A trace of blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, and the silver mask was stained. It slipped on the snow and melted. The enchanting red seeped into the ice. She suddenly felt a little tired, and with a little sleepiness, she squatted on the snow and clung to it.
The stone next to it, sleepiness invades again
She seemed to have returned to that pale winter day thirteen years ago, an unusually cold winter...quietly huddled in that dark corner, her mother left forever, no crying, no pain, she seemed to have lost all feeling, only
The sad look in my mother’s eyes before she left lingered for a long time.
In the distance, a figure in snow-colored fox fur has been standing for a long time. There is some snow on the robe, and the white robe seems to melt into the white snow.
The sun began to set in the west, and the winter night always came so impatiently. The air began to cool down. The black patch of water by the lake showed no intention of waking up. The shoulders were already covered with snow, and the corners of the robe that fell on the ground were also covered with snow.
covered with a thick layer
In the distance, Gu Yuexie also stood all afternoon, looking at the black back that was rising and falling slightly due to breathing. She was debating whether to go over or not. She took off her fox fur and walked towards the lake.
Mo Yang vaguely felt someone approaching. The steps were very light and almost imperceptible. The person must have excellent Qinggong. As he got closer and closer, the steps were almost in front of him. When he was about to take action, he suddenly felt something falling on his back.
, and it was also warm. He slowly raised his head and subconsciously shouted, "Chu Han..."
The person next to him was obviously angry, as if he had never had such an emotion before. He was angry for no reason, and said coldly: "I am not Ming Chuhan!"
Mo Yang glanced at the visitor, a trace of surprise flashed in his eyes, Guyue Xie? Why is he here? He responded calmly: "Oh, what's the matter?"