Rong Yu's words had a strong sense of possessiveness, but his face was as gentle as tea, as elegant as lotus, like cherry blossoms flying, beautiful and gentle. Zhuge Mingkong looked at him, not knowing what to say at all.
What is good?
After being silent for a long time, Rong Yu looked at Yue Zirong with cold eyes, and his voice was colder than ever before: "Mr. Yue, I was worried about her, so I didn't do anything to you. But you must also be moral. You are sitting here now.
It’s my position, you sleep in my position, and you’re very content with being with someone else’s fiancée every day!”
Hearing this, Yue Zirong's eyes darkened and she was speechless.
Zhuge Mingkong was very unhappy. She broke away from Rong Yu and looked at him with a very unhappy look: "Then you are very moral? I'm not familiar with you at all. You kiss me as well as yourself."
"You are mine. I have kissed you so many times, so of course you are familiar with me." Rong Yu looked at Zhuge Mingkong, with an unspeakable indifference in his dark eyes.
Zhuge Mingkong was a little unhappy when he heard this. She glared at Rong Yu, and then quickly freed her wrist from his hand. Then she glared at Rong Yu and said, "Don't do it in front of my sweetheart. I'm like
It’s the same as yours, who wouldn’t do wishful thinking?”
Her words made Rong Yu's heart feel like it was being torn apart, but his face seemed to be blooming like cherry blossoms, and his smile was even more beautiful.
The cherry blossoms are flying, and the city is as charming as a king.
His eyes softened, and then he put his hand on the Tianwen Sword at his waist. The white jade-like fingers and the dark sword hilt were like two extremes, piercing the eyes. Then Rong Yu pulled out the Tianwen Sword, like a raging fire.
Ordinary swords, even in winter, still have an indescribable intensity.
Then his figure disappeared and left in front of Zhuge Mingkong, and the Tai'a sword quickly stabbed Yue Zirong.
Seeing this, Zhuge Mingkong quickly rushed over and stood in front of Yue Zirong.
Immediately, Rong Yu put away his sword, looked at Zhuge Mingkong with a deep look, and said: "You will regret what you did in front of him one day. Now step aside and let me kill him, so as not to hurt you."
Do more things to make yourself sad.”
Hearing Rong Yu's words, Zhuge Mingkong couldn't help but become curious. There was a hint of sarcasm on his beautiful face: "Sad, how can I be sad when Zi Rong and I are together? Rong Yu, don't just talk nonsense there."
"Am I talking nonsense? In fact, you don't believe it in your heart. Half of you still believe it. It's just that the balance in your heart is biased towards the so-called memory, that's why you talk like this. Mingkong, why don't you believe your own heart? Instead, you have to believe it.
Those memories." Rong Yujing looked at her, with an unspeakable depth of tranquility in his jade-like eyes.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at him, what he had just said echoed in his ears, and he suddenly lost all words.
What she said was exactly what was in her heart at the moment.
In her memory, she loved Yue Zirong, so she would stand in front of Rong Yu's sword without hesitation.
However, she really couldn't deny it. Every time she saw Rong Yu, her heart would shake violently. That feeling seemed to really involve her soul.
Rong Yu, Zi Rong.
It was really like there was a scale in her heart, with two people on both sides of the scale, and such a contradiction existed in her heart.
Seeing Zhuge Mingkong's silence, an indescribable smile flashed across Rong Yuruyu's face. He pointed the Tianwen Sword in his hand at Yue Zirong, then looked at Zhuge Mingkong tenderly and said: "Since you are so contradictory, let me
Let me help you make your choice."
As soon as Rong Yu finished speaking, Yang Jian stabbed Yue Zirong. Yue Zirong quickly left the kang bed, and then the two stood up facing each other in the room.
Seeing this, Zhuge Mingkong pulled out the Tai'a sword in her room without hesitation and stabbed Rong Yu.
Tianwen and Tai'a suddenly came together in the room, one fire and one ice, one yang and one yin, representing two extremes. The two looked at each other, Zhuge Mingkong was a little conflicted, but Rong Yu's eyes were deep and there was a trace of
Unspeakable helplessness and grief.
He never thought that one day, Zhuge Mingkong would point his sword at her.
He really never thought about it.
When they met for the first time, she treated her so tenderly and pulled her out of a desperate situation where she was about to die. After that, they stayed together, and the time passed between them was so fleeting that they would never change in this life. Even four years later
After knowing the truth back then, she still wouldn't do anything to him. At most, she would make a fuss and not see her.
But now, he actually went to sword-fight with him for another man.
Could it be that there was really no trace of him left in her heart?
Tianwen in Rong Yu's hand seemed to sense the master's mood and became even more intense. Looking at Zhuge Mingkong, Rong suddenly laughed and said: "Since you drew your sword against me, let's have a good competition! In the end,
Is your Ziwei Sutra powerful, or is my Heavenly Vault Magical Skill better?"
After saying that, the sword in Rong Yu's hand was attacking Zhuge Mingkong. She quickly blocked it, and then said: "Just fight, let's go out and fight, so as not to dirty my place."
"Okay, then I'll wait for you outside. You put on your shoes first." After Rong Yu said that, he walked out of the room. Zhuge Mingkong quickly got on the kang bed, put on his shoes, and then held Tai'a in his hand.
Get ready to leave the room.
At this time, Yue Zirong suddenly held her hand, looked at her with a deep look, and said: "Be careful."
"Yeah!" Zhuge Mingkong smiled at Yue Zirong, his eyes gentle, and then she quickly left the room.
She and Rong Yu stood between Jinghua Tower and Shuiyue Pavilion, one holding Tianwen and the other holding Tai'a, their swords facing each other.
Looking across Rong Yu indifferently, Zhuge Mingkong smiled slightly and said: "Rong Yu, I already have someone in my heart, why do you do this to me?"
"The person in your heart has always been me, but now it's just a lie." Rong Yu said warmly, standing here quietly in white clothes, as elegant and quiet as the moonlight.
Zhuge Mingkong somewhat believed Rong Yu's words, but he didn't want to believe it. The memory in her mind was hindering her from believing the words of the person in front of her.
After pausing for a moment, Zhuge Mingkong held Tai'a tightly, and then quickly raised his sword and stabbed Rong Yu. Rong Yu quickly avoided it, and then the sword in his hand passed through Zhuge Mingkong's long hair, and a few strands of green hair fell gracefully.
, slowly fell to the ground with the cold wind of winter.
At this time, Zhuge Mingkong glanced at the broken hair, and then suddenly saw a lot of broken hair in his mind. The scene was very familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere?
"When will you be serious? Otherwise you really won't be able to get married."
"If you can't marry, I will marry you. If you dare not marry me, I will burn your palace again."
Strange words suddenly sounded in her ears, and Zhuge Mingkong suddenly felt a headache, and Tai'a suddenly fell down from her hand. She held her head with both hands and squatted on the spot, with unspeakable pain appearing on her face.
Seeing this, Rong Yu quickly put away Tian Wen and came to her side. He looked at her worriedly, then stretched out his hand to put her on her hands, and said softly: "It's okay, no matter what happens, I will always be there for you."
By your side. Even if you forget that I fell in love with someone else, I will never leave you, because you have always loved only me, and the so-called falling in love with someone else has always been a lie."
Hearing this, Zhuge Mingkong felt an indescribable peace of mind. She raised her head and looked at Rong Yu, with a hint of weakness and pain in her dark eyes.
"Rong Yu, I'm so conflicted, I'm really conflicted." Zhuge Mingkong looked at Rong Yu with some pain and whispered. A strange voice kept ringing in his head. That voice and those words were really true.
It was very familiar, but she could never remember what it meant. At the same time, memories came flooding back to her mind, reminding her that she had a purple face in her heart.
In this case, she really doesn't know what to do?
Hearing Zhuge Mingkong's words, Rong Yu smiled slightly, slipped his fingers between hers, and interlocked with hers.
"I'm by your side, what are you afraid of? You don't need to be afraid of anything. You really don't need to be afraid of anything." Rong Yu looked at her tenderly. Ruyu's face was like a white cloud at this time, as soft as ever.
Zhuge Mingkong looked at him, with an indescribable peace of mind in his heart. The headache just now seemed to be gone. Looking at Rong Yu, Zhuge Mingkong seemed to be involuntarily, and his hand gently attached to Rong Yu's face.
On the top of her body, her slender fingertips slid across his facial features, and a slight warmth spread over him, making her feel very familiar.
Rong Yu allowed her actions, his gaze was very soft, and there was extreme tenderness in his dark eyes.
After a moment, Zhuge Mingkong removed his hand from Rong Yu's face. Then she let go of Rong Yu's hand, picked up Tai'a Sword from the ground, and said to Rong Yu: "Even so, I will never
It will make you use your sword against Zi Rong. No matter how contradictory I am, I still need to trust my memory."
If she doesn't believe those memories, does that mean she doesn't even believe herself?
Hearing Zhuge Mingkong's words, Rong Yu smiled slightly and his eyes became gentler: "You do have to believe in yourself, but your heart also needs to be believed."
Rong Yu pulled out Tianwen again, pointed his sword at Zhuge Mingkong, and then quickly attacked with his sword.
When Tai'a Tianwen met, there was a mixture of ice and fire, with a kind of ultimate despair. Zhuge Mingkong poured his internal energy into Tai'a, and at the same time, Rong Yu also used his internal energy.
The two people's internal forces collided in Tai'a Tianwen, and the same internal forces faced each other, which caused the two people to take two steps back at the same time.
At this time, Zhuge Mingkong raised his sword again, Rong Yu blocked it with his sword, Tai A Tianwen met again, and the crisp sound of the sword sounded indescribably cold.
The two people's eyes met. Zhuge Mingkong looked into Rong Yu's dark eyes, which were as dark as the middle of the night. For a moment, he felt as if his whole body was about to be sucked in. It was chaotic and abnormal.
Quickly avoiding Rong Yu's gaze, Zhuge Mingkong raised his sword again. The sword was fierce. Rong Yu still raised his sword to block it, but at this time his hand suddenly became weak, and Zhuge Mingkong's sword suddenly struck.
The sword passed through his left shoulder, and the bright red blood immediately stained his spotless white clothes.