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Chapter 1713: Feng Ni Tianxia【4】
She understands his feelings, she loves someone very much, she loves someone regardless of everything, and she loves someone with all her life.
"She asked me to tell you that she is waiting for you outside. If you love her, go out to find her and you will be together forever. Mo Lian, you have touched her heart and she loves you. I will take you out.
Let’s go find her, okay?” Zhizhi choked with sobs.
Mo Lian listened quietly, as if listening to someone describing an unreal dream to him. After hearing the end, he smiled slightly, raised his hand with mottled wounds, touched and touched in the Najie, and finally took out
A man with a distorted face.
Zhizhi recognized that it was bought by Mo Lian on the street last time. He originally planned to give it to Huang Beiyue, but because she laughed at it, he kept it hidden.
He gave the dough to his face and tried to open his mouth several times before finally saying, "I'm sorry, I can't walk anymore."
"When I carry you, I will definitely carry you to her side!" Zhizhi said with tears streaming down his face.
Mo Lian shook her head, knowing that this was impossible. He didn't want her to see him die with her own eyes. In that case, she would definitely die of sadness.
He is not the husband of a shepherdess, and he will not make the one he loves cry.
"Zhizhi, can you give me a dream?"
"No! No! I'm going to take you out!" Zhizhi cried like a child.
Mo Lian leaned against her weakly, her hands hanging on her body, unable to move anywhere. She just waited for Zhi Zhi to cry for a while before she murmured.
"Why was I born in the world? The Holy King said that he created me because he needed me, and I became his weapon. But I know it was not the case. Why was I born in the world? Because of you, because of you, Yue..."
The phantom beast looked at him sadly, knowing that it could not save his life, so it said: "Please, weave dreams for him."
"Okay..." Zhizhi finally nodded, slowly shaking the silver bell on his finger, weaving dreams for him.
Mo Lian, I give you the most beautiful dream. In the dream, you are like a mayfly. Although your life is short, your life is complete and happy.
Meet her, fall in love with her, and stay with her for the rest of your life, and death will not be able to separate you.
Did you see it? In the noisy lantern festival, the crowd was bustling, and she walked towards you holding a red lantern.
Did you see her put on a wedding dress for you and sit on the sedan chair? You lifted her red hijab and saw her face blushing shyly in the light of the wedding candles.
Did you see you drawing her eyebrows?
Did you see your child being born?
Have you seen that you two have gray hair, but you are still holding hands...
"Mo Lian..." After the dream was finished, Zhizhi called out his name softly.
However, the person in her arms leaned against her gently, with her eyes closed, and a peaceful smile on her pale face.
His life ended when he was eighteen years old. In early winter, fine snow fell from the sky. The color of the snow was as pale as his life.
The phantom beast whined, and tears flowed from the beast's eyes. Once the summoner died, the summoned beast could not survive alone. The phantom beast slowly fell to the ground, letting out a low cry.
Looking at the white snow falling in the sky with sad eyes, he seemed to see the scene when he was summoned by Mo Lian for the first time again.
He was just a toddler at that time, and the appearance of the phantom beast was so overwhelming that Mo Lian fell to the ground and cried.
