Wujiang raised his head, the small black eyes in his eyes made him look particularly cold and evil.
"It's different, of course it's different. I can only appear in the dark night, while she bathes in the light."
While they were talking, the golden light from the sky slowly spread over, lighting up the surroundings bit by bit.
The cold moon disappears, the golden light shines brightly in the pool, and the lotus flowers all turn into gold and bloom proudly. Around the pool, there is a towering temple. The god's seat shrouded in auspicious golden light is on countless steps, looking down at everything sacredly.
The boundless black robe is rolled up and disappears.
And then, when the golden light completely spread over the earth, a girl in white walked out slowly, with snow-white cheeks, lightly pursed pink lips, picturesque eyebrows, and golden petals painted on her forehead.
The belt is fluttering, the hem of the skirt is flying, and the white ribbons on the arms are slowly washing among countless golden lotus flowers like flowing clouds.
Mo Wuji was stunned.
Wei Ning was also stunned, and all her words could only turn into a burst of silent exclamation.
Is that girl her?
If it weren't for the outline of his facial features, she would not have been able to recognize him, because she had never thought that she would have such a stunning and noble side, like a snowman conceived in the ice and snow.
"She is you." Xiang said to her coldly.
Wei Ning nodded and said, "I know."
The girl in white only stayed for a short while and then planned to turn around and leave.
Mo Wuji quickly jumped down from the olive tree and shouted solemnly and elegantly: "Qingning Divine Envoy, please stay."
Qing Ning paused for a moment and turned half of his face coldly. The arrogance in his expression showed that even when facing one of the most noble people in the entire Nine Heavens, he did not restrain himself.
With a hint of displeasure at the corners of his slightly pursed lips, he wrote coldly: "What's the matter."
If it weren't for so many sad memories, Wei Ning would definitely think that such a woman is cool.
But now she thinks Qing Ning is cold because she doesn't know that Mo Wuji has been waiting for her in the dark all night.
Mo Wuji smiled, walked slowly to the edge of the pool, and said to her, "Can you stay for a moment and say a few words to me?"
"Sorry, I can't accompany you." After saying that, the proud goddess in white clothes brought a cold wind and disappeared in a golden light.
Mo Wuji looked at her back and smiled bitterly, smiled bitterly, smiled bitterly again...
It's like this every time, the same words, the same expression, maybe she's tired of it, maybe she doesn't even bother to say such words and expressions to him.
He turned over his palm and slowly poured the wine in the flask into the pool. He sighed helplessly...
Wei Ning's heart twitched as she watched, but she still controlled her emotions and continued reading.
Soon, some fragmentary and irrelevant memories flashed by, and I was reminded of another place, with bright golden light, and it was daytime.
On the path filled with flying flowers, Mo Wuji hid behind a tree full of peach blossoms, waiting for a girl in white to slowly approach, and then he walked out pretending to be casual.
"Does the Qingning Divine Envoy also like peach blossoms?" It seemed like we met on a narrow road, but in fact everyone could see how deliberate it was.
Therefore, Qing Ning's expression was colder than usual. She snorted coldly, waved her sleeves, turned around and left without mercy.
Really, so inhumane, not even willing to be polite or pretend.
