"Purple moon flower is the heart of heaven and earth?"
Qingge tried her best to open her eyes wide, water mist filled her eyes, and her whole body was filled with an uncontrollable chill.
An evil and sycophantic anger emerged from the bottom of my heart, rushing straight towards Tianling Gai, and even had the urge to destroy the world.
What does the peace of this world have to do with her?
Even death is a luxury?
Ye Ze looked at her worriedly.
This secret had been hidden for many years, and only now did he tell her, and only then was he willing to appear in the world outside the realm of nothingness.
Just because he knew that if he didn't show up again, there would be no more singing at night in the world.
This woman who once dominated the world of flames and was unruly in the heaven of gods only wanted to die and had no other thoughts.
He wrinkled his beautiful eyebrows, and the worry in his eyes became more and more intense. He saw the young man sitting at the end of the bed, bending his legs, and the light in his eyes gradually disappeared.
The young man hugged his knees with his hands and buried his face in his arms.
It was silent and quiet, as if nothing happened. Yeze said: "There are other ways to save Aventurine. I can use my power to consolidate the functions of his internal organs. In the remaining time, you can
Go find his lost power. When the power and memory are recovered, it will be the day he wakes up. If it doesn't work, you can give him half of the Purple Moon Flower in the future. If you share the same heart, you can always find a way.
? The flowers are still blooming, the wind has never stopped, and dawn will eventually come. You have endured countless days and nights and hardships,
Let’s endure it a little longer.”
"I know, it's hard."
"So, thank you for the hard work."
When he heard that Aventurine could be saved, Qing Ge finally raised his head.
Yeze's heart trembled violently, and even his soul seemed to be torn open. An electric current-like numbness and pain was felt from his heart to his fingertips, and somewhere in the left side of his chest, there was a dull pain.
The handsome and enchanting young man's face was full of tears, his eyes were red, and big tears kept overflowing. Her hands were tightly clasping her thighs, her nails were deeply embedded into the flesh of her thighs, and there were vines between her fingers.
Opened dark red
of blood.
But she was like a walking zombie with her soul separated, her lips constantly trembling.
No one knows what she is thinking about at this moment, or maybe she is not thinking about anything at all. She just wants to be alone and escape from all the right and wrong in the world.
After being a hero and warrior for so many years, I also want to be a deserter. I am no longer so indestructible and seem vulnerable.
There are potted crabapples in the hall, but they have withered long ago without knowing it. The yellow leaves are drooping dejectedly. The strong wind blows from outside the window and scatters the withered flowers.
Next to the potted plant, a cat with snow-white hair stood in front of the window. The cat's eyes were as blue as the deep sea, as deep and cold, but at this moment, there was a hint of melancholy.
It looked at the boy in front of the bed, feeling love and sadness at the same time.
Qingge waved his hand, and the restriction of Yanbei Hanyan completely disappeared. He Liangshan and Sui Linggui came over worriedly. Sui Linggui hurriedly said, "Miss Ye, what's wrong with you?"
"Henless boy..." He Liangshan said to himself.
Qingge seemed not to hear their voices, her eyes were empty, and she stumbled out. Her back no longer looked as graceful as before, only a bit of sadness and desolation remained.
Black wings carried Yeze, who was wearing an ink robe, forward, and a huge shadow covered the young man's body.
When Sui Ling returned, the elder of the Seven Clan wanted to follow, but was stopped by He Liangshan, "Let her be alone for a while. This child is also tired."
Sui Linggui was about to speak but hesitated for a moment, then stopped.
Outside the palace, there was a violent storm, black clouds rolled over the city, and lightning cracked the silent night.
Yeze was suspended in the air, soaring forward slowly, his wings covering the young man below from the rain, but that was all he could do.
His eyes were moist, and when he lowered his head, he saw only a trace of rouge-like red, like the fire of hope that could not be extinguished by the mountain rain.
The young man shook his folding fan, smiled as he walked, slightly opened his thin, pale red lips, and hummed a tune softly: "I have been wandering all over the world and have looked down upon the present."