Murong Feixue lowered her eyes and sank slightly for a moment. Suddenly, as if she had found some hope, she smiled and said, "Actually, there is still a memory in my mind..."
"What?"
Long Ming was startled for a moment, and turned his head to stare at Murong Feixue closely. Murong Feixue's side face was outlined by the white moonlight with a soft outline, with a touch of sadness. It didn't look like he was just talking casually at all.
.
"I believe you also know that I have the Holy Stone in my body. That time in Sunset City, you have seen the power of the Holy Stone." Murong Feixue said quietly, "In that memory, there was a person who wanted this stone.
The holy stone betrayed our oath and put me to death."
Hearing Murong Feixue's words, Long Ming's body suddenly shook. Now looking at Murong Feixue's expression, he was full of pity...
However, Murong Feixue still did not look at Long Ming. In her heart, this was the softest heart and the most unsolvable knot in her heart. It was also why she had always been pursuing Long Ming indifferently. No matter what
Whether Long Ming will be the second scumbag like Situ Longkong, but at least, she wants to try again...
"Do you dislike my past memories?" Murong Feixue asked cryptically, staring directly at his feet.
Presenting these bloody memories in front of a second person was more painful than letting her fight on the battlefield and have her heart pierced by thousands of arrows. However, she chose to do this just to get an answer. Let herself go up and down.
I have come to a complete conclusion.
After finishing speaking, Murong Feixue thought that Long Ming would leave or hesitate.
But almost as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his shoulders being pulled tightly. A pair of gentle but powerful palms led him to turn in a direction. Facing Long Ming and Murong with a serious look on his face.
Feixue felt a little timid for the first time. She didn't dare to look directly into Long Ming's eyes.
However, what she didn't expect was that Long Ming didn't raise any questions. There was no expression in her eyes that she had imagined.
Disgust? Greed? Disappointment? None.
It is a kind of pity that comes from the bottom of my heart, and I feel deeply for it. It is a kind of anger that comes from the bottom of my heart. I feel sorry for myself, and my anger is overwhelming.
In Murong Feixue's eyes, such a change was like a warm current, flowing slowly through the heart. It nourished the barren emotions and replenished the scarred heart. Suddenly, everything in the heart seemed to be revived and the earth was rejuvenated. A trace of slowness.
The rising light shines on the heart, full of hope and joy.
"Feixue..." Long Ming said solemnly, staring straight into Murong Feixue's eyes and saying without blinking, "As long as I meet the person who hurt you again, I will make him regret it.
This life is here to live! And you...can you stop using other people's faults to constrain yourself?"
"Put yourself into my hands, hold my hand, and never leave me."
Long Ming had never spoken to a person with such a serious expression, and had never said so many words to a person. When he first met Murong Feixue, he just thought she was very stubborn and loyal. She was as fascinating as a book.
If it is a good book, then now, Murong Feixue is like a huge treasure. Every shining point in it is like an exquisite and meaningful antique, inviting people to continue to explore deeper. Cherish it...Murong Feixue
He lowered his eyes and sank slightly for a moment. Suddenly, as if he had found some hope, he smiled slightly and said, "Actually, there is still a memory in my mind..."
"What?"
Long Ming was startled for a moment, and turned his head to stare at Murong Feixue closely. Murong Feixue's side face was outlined by the white moonlight with a soft outline, with a touch of sadness. It didn't look like he was just talking casually at all.
.
"I believe you also know that I have the Holy Stone in my body. That time in Sunset City, you have seen the power of the Holy Stone." Murong Feixue said quietly, "In that memory, there was a person who wanted this stone.
The holy stone betrayed our oath and put me to death."
Hearing Murong Feixue's words, Long Ming's body suddenly shook. Now looking at Murong Feixue's expression, he was full of pity...
However, Murong Feixue still did not look at Long Ming. In her heart, this was the softest heart and the most unsolvable knot in her heart. It was also why she had always been pursuing Long Ming indifferently. No matter what
Whether Long Ming will be the second scumbag like Situ Longkong, but at least, she wants to try again...
"Do you dislike my past memories?" Murong Feixue asked cryptically, staring directly at his feet.
Presenting these bloody memories in front of a second person was more painful than letting her fight on the battlefield and have her heart pierced by thousands of arrows. However, she chose to do this just to get an answer. Let herself go up and down.
I have come to a complete conclusion.
After finishing speaking, Murong Feixue thought that Long Ming would leave or hesitate.
But almost as soon as he finished speaking, he felt his shoulders being pulled tightly. A pair of gentle but powerful palms led him to turn in a direction. Facing Long Ming and Murong with a serious look on his face.
Feixue felt a little timid for the first time. She didn't dare to look directly into Long Ming's eyes.
However, what she didn't expect was that Long Ming didn't raise any questions. There was no expression in her eyes that she had imagined.
Disgust? Greed? Disappointment? None.
It is a kind of pity that comes from the bottom of my heart, and I feel deeply for it. It is a kind of anger that comes from the bottom of my heart. I feel sorry for myself, and my anger is overwhelming.
In Murong Feixue's eyes, such a change was like a warm current, flowing slowly through the heart. It nourished the barren emotions and replenished the scarred heart. Suddenly, everything in the heart seemed to be revived and the earth was rejuvenated. A trace of slowness.
The rising light shines on the heart, full of hope and joy.
"Feixue..." Long Ming said solemnly, staring straight into Murong Feixue's eyes and saying without blinking, "As long as I meet the person who hurt you again, I will make him regret it.
This life is here to live! And you...can you stop using other people's faults to constrain yourself?"
"Put yourself into my hands, hold my hand, and never leave me."
Long Ming had never spoken to a person with such a serious expression, and had never said so many words to a person. When he first met Murong Feixue, he just thought she was very stubborn and loyal. She was as fascinating as a book.
If it is a good book, then now, Murong Feixue is like a huge treasure. Every shining point in it is like an exquisite and meaningful antique, inviting people to continue to explore deeper. Cherish it...
