After Xuanyuan Mu finished speaking, he turned around and walked towards the other side.
This place is very unique, like a mountain split in half, narrow at the top and vast at the bottom. The light coming from above divides the bottom of the cliff into two, like a watershed.
Yu Buhuan and Xuanyuan Mu consciously each occupied half of the territory and walked inward along the light formed by the sun.
"I have already cured more than half of your internal injuries while you were in a coma. You only need to use your own luck to recover for a few hours," Xuanyuan Mu said coldly.
Yu Buhuan subconsciously touched her heart, and it seemed that it really didn't hurt that much anymore, but her hand was still burning with pain. Staring at the bloody palm, Yu Buhuan shouted at his back: "Then my hand
what to do?"
The man walking in front paused, and his handsome profile turned faintly.
"your hands?"
Yu Buhuan held up his seriously injured palm: "See clearly, this is injured by your half-moon wheel."
A hint of coldness flashed across Xuanyuan Mu's eyes: "My weapon is not called the Half-Moon Wheel."
"When did you change your name?"
Not bothering to explain to her, Xuanyuan Mu turned around and continued walking forward.
When Taipu Zhenren forged these two half-moons, he used different materials, so they created two extremes: one ice and one fire.
The half-moon wheel in Yu Buhuan's hand is called Silver Moon.
And the one in his hand is called Feiyue.
The crimson moon is made of hematite, and its whole body is glowing with a faint red color.
The silver moon is made of cold iron, and its whole body is silvery.
Feiyue is harder to control than Silveryue, so Master Taipu gave Feiyue to him. Silveryue naturally belonged to the former Yu Buhuan, but now it is occupied by this impostor.
Thinking of this, Xuanyuan Mu wished he could strangle her to death and take back the half-moon wheel that originally belonged to his Huan'er.
Xuanyuan Mu walked very fast. The rocks here were rugged and there were many stalactites hanging from them. If you were not careful, you would hit your head. Yu Buhuan did not dare to use Qinggong, so he had to trot all the way.
I don’t know why I keep walking with him. It seems like there will never be an end here, and it’s so big that it has no edges. It’s fine where there’s sunshine, but where the sun doesn’t shine, I can’t even see where I am. This is coming.
At night, I wonder if there will be wild animals or the like.
Xuanyuan Mu found some dry branches at the bottom of the cave while there was still sunlight, then returned to the pool and sat down.
"There's no fire, so what's the use of firewood?" Yu Buhuan said boredly.
Xuanyuan Mu ignored her, piled up the firewood and glanced sideways at Yu Buhuan beside him.
Under his cold gaze, Yu Buhuan felt his scalp numb. Why did he always stare at her?
"Bring me the hairpin." Xuanyuan Mu stretched out his hand as a matter of course.
"what?"
Xuanyuan Mu did not answer, but directly reached out and pulled off the silver hairpin on her head. The black hair fell like a waterfall and hit his eyes. For a moment, Xuanyuan Mu's heart seemed to be lightly touched by something.
.
In my memory, that person also had black hair like hers.
Although Penglai Island is surrounded by water and has continuous shade from trees, it cannot withstand the scorching sun. Every ten o'clock in the evening, the girl will hang herself on the big tree. Her black hair is like fine silk and satin, casually
Hanging on a tree branch, being blown gently by the wind.
Under the tree, there is always a young man looking up quietly.
Because he was afraid that the girl would fall asleep and fall from the tree.
Perhaps it was because the memories were too good, or perhaps the person in front of him was so similar, Xuanyuan Mu couldn't help but reach out his hand as if he was possessed by an evil spirit.
