His voice was still cold and dark, but these words fell into her heart.
Mu Ziyi narrowed her eyes slightly and slowly raised her eyes to look at the black-robed man in front of her, staring closely at Ming Yunyue's eyes, as if she wanted to see something from his pair of pitch-black pupils.
At the same time, next to her, Yun Zhongge's eyes darkened slightly. His pupils were as deep as the stars, calm and there were no emotional fluctuations in his eyes.
The atmosphere in the main hall was silent for a moment. The three people had different thoughts, but no one could be underestimated.
"Why do you think I would give up my life for a man? Ming Yunyue, you are still the Lord of the Underworld. In my opinion, it is nothing more than that." How well does he know her?
She survived in such a harsh environment as the bitter cold land of the far north, not for anything else but because she wanted to live.
After glancing at the woman, Ming Yunyue just asked in a cold voice: "Are you sure?"
"Very sure." The woman's answer was very decisive, without any hesitation.
She, Mu Ziyi, is not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, but she will never die so easily.
"If a person has nothing to care about, then there is no point in staying in this world. It doesn't matter whether he is dead or alive. It is better to die happily if he is alone and endures the devouring of loneliness and loneliness." At this point, the woman's tone paused.
After a pause, he said coldly: "So what if you are the Emperor of Hades? You who live in the underworld will not understand this at all. Ming Yunyue, you have lived for such a long time, but I feel that you are not as good as me.
An eleven-year-old little girl."
She would not give up her life for a memory, no matter how important that man was, she would not do so.
She thought, if it were someone else, the answer would be the same as hers.
Listening to the woman's firm tone, Mingyun Yue didn't know what to say for a moment.
When he met her two people before, he could see her feelings for him. But now...
Perhaps he has forgotten it, and even if he mentions it again, he will be nothing more than a forgotten person.
Can……
Some people and some things, even if they are forgotten, still cannot escape the entanglement of fate.
If love is there, everything is just a cloud...
Ming Yunyue said nothing, but just raised his eyes to look at her. Although the woman's face was still a little immature, the cold arrogance and domineering faintly revealed between her eyebrows were enough to make a point.
That is, this woman is not simple.
He knew it from the first time he saw her, and now he understands it even more deeply.
Mu Ziyi turned to look at Yun Zhongge, blinked at him, and said slightly dissatisfied: "This air is not good at all, but your palace makes me feel comfortable. Let's go back."
It was obviously a slightly dissatisfied tone, but to Yun Zhongge's ears, it sounded like coquettishness, like a feather gently brushing across the lake of his heart, creating a layer of small ripples.
Yun Zhongge reached out and touched her hair, chuckled and said, "Okay."
Although it is just a good word, the gentleness and doting contained in this tone are obvious, and anyone can hear how much he dotes on Mu Ziyi.
Mu Ziyi smiled slightly, reached out and took Yun Zhongge's arm, smiled at him, and then walked out of the hall together.
Such a scene is so beautiful, without any sense of violation.
Looking at the two figures leaving each other, Ming Yunyue's eyes slowly revealed a hint of sinister...