Mo Zhuyue raised his eyes and looked at the sharp outlines of Long Canghao's face, like carefully drawn lines. Suddenly he wanted to know what it was like that it took him half a year to come out.
He was so proud that he collapsed.
She could feel his worry and uneasiness, and suddenly, she could see the big empty hole in Mo Zhuyue's heart, as if nothing could fill it.
The white tiger was still flying rapidly in the air, passing quickly. After about a few hours, the white tiger finally stopped on a high mountain.
The high hillside and the precarious posture. When you look down, you will see a bottomless cliff shrouded in bottomless white clouds. You can't see the bottom of the cliff.
Long Canghao held Mo Zhuyue's hand tightly: "Below here is the Nitian Mountain Range. Yue'er, you have to remember that there are true and false inside. Many things are true and many things are false. True
It’s hard to tell the fake, so don’t be fooled. Only by breaking through yourself can you get what you want.”
Mo Zhuyue nodded heavily and quickly filtered through her mind to find out what she was afraid of and longed for, but after thinking about it, it seemed that there was nothing. She was a cold person, and she was very clear about fame and wealth in the world.
Obviously, these things don't attract her at all.
So, she nodded heavily to Long Canghao: "Cang, I'm ready, let's go down!"
Long Canghao took one last deep look at Mo Zhuyue, hugged her, and jumped off the cliff into the white clouds.
The clouds and mist were not very high from the hillside. As soon as she jumped down and passed through the clouds and mist, a violent glare stimulated her eyes. The next moment, her toes touched the ground and she opened her eyes...
"Yun Qingcheng, why is it you?"
Mo Zhuyue glanced at the man next to her, thinking it was Long Canghao, but the hand she was holding tightly was actually Yun Qingcheng! Suddenly, her face turned cold and became very ugly.
Yun Qingcheng was dressed in fluttering white clothes, and he had the aura of a god. He was already ethereal and had an air of immortality when he put on white clothes. However, in Mo Zhuyue's eyes, this air of immortality was so dazzling and disgusting.
Yun Qingcheng curled her lips and smiled, a smile that immediately changed the color of the world and the earth, and it was not even as good as his.
"This is the Nitian Mountains. This place is based on your heart. In fact, what you love in your heart is not Long Canghao, but me. You want to be with me, so I will appear by your side."
"Are you crazy?" Mo Zhuyue rolled her eyes, scolded him, and slapped him unceremoniously: "You are just a phantom. Disappear."
Then, Yun Qingcheng lightly dodged and floated a few meters away, escaping Mo Zhuyue's attack. At that moment, a bitter smile appeared on his handsome face: "Could it be that I am standing in front of you, do you have any sense of reality?
Are there none? Can’t you tell the real thing from the fake one?”
Mo Zhuyue condensed a ball of hot flames in his palm and said coldly to "Yun Qingcheng" in front of him: "If you continue to be ungrateful, don't blame me for being rude."
There was a ball of ruthless frost in the black pupils, as if the next moment, Yun Qingcheng would be destroyed into ashes.
Yun Qingcheng shook his head helplessly, and the smile on his lips became even more bitter. He stood motionless, as if he was really frightened by Mo Zhuyue.