"In this way, her death is not worth it. I think that if that little girl knows that the person she likes also likes her, she will definitely be very happy."
The first half of Lan Qingyue's words made Ning Xuerou extremely embarrassed, and the second half made her feel jealous.
Even others could see that he cared about that mortal woman, and she was really not just thinking.
She knew in her heart that Lan Qingyue said these words deliberately to anger her, or she had fallen into his trap.
It was she who betrayed Lan Qingyue at the beginning.[
Before meeting Mo Xuanyu, she really thought that she was in love with Lan Qingyue.
But after Mo Xuanyu appeared, she realized that she just liked Lan Qingyue, and it was far from love.
After so many years, she thought that the past grudges and grudges had also passed with time.
It turned out that he still blamed himself in his heart.
"Your Highness, leave Miss Lingyue's funeral to me. I will definitely bury her properly."
Although Mu Lingyue was a threat, she was already dead.
There is nothing to argue with a dead man.
Ning Xuerou is a smart woman and knows what to do better at this time.
After hearing this, Mo Xuanyu's attitude softened a bit, and even his voice was no longer so cold, "Xue Rou, I'm going to the underworld, you send her to the ice chamber."
Ning Xuerou's expression changed, "Does His Highness still want her to come back to life?"
Mo Xuanyu looked at her deeply, not intending to hide it from her, and nodded, "Yes, she died because of me, I must save her."
"But..."
Ning Xuerou suppressed the anger in her heart, "It's useless even if Your Highness goes to the underworld. Mo Yan can't give her soul to you."
Mo Xuanyu was silent for a few seconds and nodded slightly, "No matter what, I have to give it a try. Xuerou, I will leave her to you."
Ning Xuerou lowered her head and looked at Mu Lingyue on the bed. Her teeth were itching with hatred, but she couldn't show it.
She thought that it would be useless even if Mo Xuanyu went to the underworld. She knew a thing or two about what kind of person Mo Yan was. He and Mo Xuanyu did not have much contact, let alone any friendship.
If Lan Qingyue goes there, there is still hope.
But if he goes...it will only be a wasted trip.
Thinking this way, she felt a lot relieved.[
Anyway, it is impossible for this humble mortal to be resurrected. She has nothing to worry about, so she nodded and said, "Your Highness, please rest assured. The people Your Highness cares about are also the people Xuerou cares about. Xuerou will take good care of her. Your Highness."
When you enter the underworld, you must be careful at all times. If Mo Yan refuses to give you his soul, His Highness cannot force you."
Mo Xuanyu smiled slightly and said, "I know, you don't have to worry."
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"Your Highness, tell me, will the Fourth Highness really go to the underworld?"
Mo Nu stood under a big tree, looking up at the people on the tree.
Lan Qingyue was lying on a branch, her red figure mostly hidden by the clusters of flowers.
The exposed half of the face, against the background of crabapple flowers, looks even better than the trees full of crabapple flowers.
The breeze blew gently, and the corner of the red robe was gently lifted, and the flying silver hair was flying wantonly in the sun.
There happened to be a begonia petal blown off by the wind and hanging between his eyebrows. At first glance, it looked like there was some cinnabar on his eyebrows. His already enchanting appearance was even more magnificent and beautiful.
He squinted his eyes slightly, covering his captivating eyes.