"What kind of magic potion did that person named Xi give you? Why are you so stubborn?" Mo Cangxuan said with hatred. If possible, he really wanted to beat this stubborn brother severely.
Let him sober up.
What grudges from past lives? What beasts have no boundaries?
These things are completely illusory. To put it bluntly, how many people will believe them is a joke!
But his brother was just willing to believe so persistently.
"You don't understand." Mo Wuji smiled softly, not intending to argue. He just looked out the window at the huddled young man in the hall, with a bit of pity in his eyes.
But he didn't walk in after all, he just whispered: "She was so proud, how could she live like this? She must not be able to bear it. If she wasn't proud, how could she rather die than be with Wujiang?"
The sound is like the wind, flowing with the memory of the scene.
Xiang stood next to Wei Ning and said with a smile: "I finally understand why you have to do so many things for Mu Qingtong. It turns out..."
"All her misfortunes are due to the prince, so she should get whatever the prince can get. This is only fair." After Wei Ning finished speaking, she continued to purse her lips and said: "I can probably guess what will happen next.
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"Then do you want to continue watching?"
Wei Ning was silent for a moment, then shook her head: "I won't read anymore."
"Are you scared?"
Wei Ning nodded, not escaping from her own state of mind, "I'm very scared. I'm afraid that I can't control myself and ruin everything now."
She and Yu stood in front of countless fleeting memories, looking at the scenes that flashed by, including joy, sadness, and blood.
She watched Mo Wuji seal Wujiang and sleep in the netherworld.
Seeing Mo Cangxuan losing his younger brother, he was heartbroken and ran around. For the sake of the underworld, he got the refining method of Qipao Dan from the hands of Yan...
"Stop!" Wei Ning suddenly shouted, and Yan's hand stopped moving, letting the picture freeze on the scene in his memory.
Pluto, who was born by reshaping his spiritual body, has silver hair, stands tall in black robes, and has the roar of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts in his hands. His face is as cold as ice, but he cannot hide the paleness and weakness of his exhausted spiritual power.
He was seriously injured, but at the last moment, he still used half of the God's Eye mask to seal the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts.
He stood in the wind, no longer as evil and stunning as the original Mo Wuji, cold and cold, like a machine without emotions.
Mo Cangxuan was standing not far from him, looking at him with mixed eyes. It was hard to tell whether it was disappointment or sadness.
Even though he tried so hard, he still couldn't change his fate and bring his brother back?
Holding the other half of the God's Eye mask, Mo Cangxuan slowly walked out. At this time, Pluto finally became too exhausted to support him and fell down. Mo Cangxuan just reached out to catch him.
"Take me to heal my wounds." Pluto's tone was cold and oppressive, without the warmth of a brother before, only the majesty of a king.
Mo Cangxuan supported him and quickly flew in one direction.
In the howling wind, Pluto looked at the changing scenery in front of him. It was not the way back to the underworld, so he frowned and asked: "Where are you taking me?"
"I will fulfill your last wish." Mo Cangxuan raised his head and looked at the magnificent Qinglong Empire Palace not far away.
"My wish?" Pluto snorted coldly, "What the hell are you doing?"
