"Long time no see, Xiao Ge'er."

His voice is magnetically gentle, and he looks a little young. He is no longer the rebellious and clear and pleasant as a young man.

The white moonlight shone down along the yellow sand of the desert, and the golden mask shone with a little luster. The eyes were as pure and clean as before, revealing a bit of evil and unruly. The unrestrained and evil young master was not just a false reputation.

Mo Xie stood up, put down the wine, crossed the people all over the ground, and walked towards her with slender legs.

It was as if centuries passed, and the wind was still.

Mo Xie took off the dark green ring with agate inlaid in the hand and handed it to Qingge, and said warmly: "The wine I brewed these days is all inside. If you don't like heartbreaking wine, I will brew something else another day."

He has changed so much over the years. He no longer loves mountains and rivers, but begins to long for strength. He no longer gives up his cultivation, but starts to struggle. He doesn't want much, as long as she is good.

Mo Xie smiled slightly.

Once you encounter a light song, you will lose your life.

I will never encounter Qingge's mistakes for life.

Who can tell whether you meet or not, whether you mistake or not?

You can never avoid what you deserve if you hit it.

Even if you dig three feet into the ground, you will be dug out by fate and will be tortured repeatedly.

Qingge reached out to take the space ring, and his eyes trembled slightly.

"Lao Xie, are you tired?" Qingge clenched his finger rings and clenched his little hands into fists.

"I used to be a playboy. I was once unwilling to be a playboy. I occasionally rode a horse and swayed on the streets. I occasionally teased a girl when I met a delicate girl. I occasionally wanted to free myself to see the scenery and customs I had never seen before. I think God was so kind to me that I was born in the Mo family and lived a life of dying. There was no regret in this life."

Mo Xie's eyes shined, "And now, I want to pursue a higher state. I want to know what the end of the cultivation journey is, and I don't want to be like Bi Xishuang, Qingya Yao, Xiao Rufeng and others. To say a very cruel thing, they can no longer touch your world. This world is very cruel. Heaven and earth always say fairness and justice. People must always be divided into three or six or nine levels. Even if the class division lasts for a thousand years, there will be no change."

"Since ancient times, there have been emperors and kings. Since this is the case, why is the person standing at a high altitude someone else, not me?"

“…”

After listening to Qingge for a long time, I felt so sad that I felt so sad.

Mo Xie is indeed different from the past.

And she is different.

As Mo Xie said, a very cruel thing is not a world or a class of people, and they will eventually go further and further away.

It has nothing to do with anything else, it’s just that the laws of heaven and earth are more ruthless.

Liu Yan'er is the same. It is precisely because she knows these things that she doesn't want to stand still for a long time.

That night, Qingge and Mo Xie had a great time, talking about national affairs from the wind, flowers, snow and moon.

Occasionally there are disputes and scolding each other is like young.

In fact, they have never changed.

Gillian had already been brought into the Qisha Castle by Bing Lingtian. She looked at the scene from afar and suddenly felt fascinated.

Isn't that what she has been looking forward to and looking forward to?

When the sky gradually became bright, Qingge drank until he leaned against Liu Yaner and half asleep.

When she opened her eyes again, there was only desolation left in the desert, and Mo Xie and the evil people had disappeared.

But there is a lot of involvement, which is the protection of her.

Chuchen, Mo Xie looked back several times before leaving.

Mo Zi Teng rubbed his head, "Miss Ye is very good, and the Lord is also very good, why can't we be together?"

"Why do you have to be together?" Mo Xie looked at her and asked in confusion.

Mo Zi Teng looked at him, her cheeks were slightly red.

The Lord's eyes were so gentle that they were drowning.

Mo Xie smiled slightly. He never thought of being together too much.

After walking a few steps, Mo Xie stopped and looked back at Qingge. He sighed deeply, then slowly walked towards Qingge, took off the scarlet and blood-red cloak and covered Qingge's body. He brushed off the yellow sand on Qingge's white hair, rubbed Qingge's head, tidied up the cloak, and then turned around and left again.

A wisp of scarlet smoke, a strange door of the void tear apart the sky suddenly appeared.

Mo Xie raised his foot and stepped into the Void Door, and couldn't help but look at Qingge. Too many emotions arise in the flow of his eyes.

The golden mask covered his face, and no one knew his expression.

Before Mo Xie left, a figure came in a hurry.

"Young Master..."

Gillian stood in front of Mo Xie, as if she had washed up and dressed up, her eyes were still a little red and swollen, and she felt a little embarrassed.

There was a light of hope in her eyes, and her red lips trembled several times.

Mo Xie looked at her coldly, unlike his gentleness and indifference to Ye Qingge, it is not an exaggeration to say that he is ruthless and cold-blooded at this moment.

Gillian's heart was slightly cold.

Mo Xie did not answer A Jiao's plan. He crossed the Void Gate. When the Void Gate was closed, A Jiao could only see the gorgeous figure from the gap between the two gates.

Mo Xie's voice came from the Void Sect, "If I knew I had saved a monster, I would not only not be able to save it, but also add two more swords."

Two lines of clear tears slid across Ajiao's eyes, and she shouted sadly: "Young master...Young master... My name is Ajiao, the sweet girl of the sweet flower."

The Void Gate was completely closed, and Gillian collapsed to the ground with no power.

...

The morning light was dim, and Qingge's body felt warm. She looked around blankly, and the air was filled with a strong smell of strong wine.

Qingge subconsciously grabbed the cloak covering her body, and she looked down and shook her head and smiled.

Mo Xie, he has made a fortune, and he is the Lord.

Is it a blessing or a disaster, good or bad?

She had no idea at all.

But the road has come here and there is no way to retreat.

Qingge turned his head and saw A Jiao standing in the desert. A Jiao walked towards her and stopped at about three steps. She twisted her sleeves with her hands, lowered her head, and murmured softly, "I want to go back to Tiandiyuan."

"The Heaven and Earth Courtyard is ashamed of you." Qingge sneered coldly without hesitation.

People do make mistakes in their lives, but some mistakes cannot be compensated for in their entire lives.

Because of his own selfish rebellion, he turned against him and wanted to destroy the Tiandiyuan. Such a disciple was not needed.

Qingge turned around and walked into the Golden Castle.

Gillian looked at Qingge's back, her eyes trembled and her eyes rippled slightly.

"Senior Sister." A loud voice sounded, Gillian looked sideways, Feng Jin was drunk with the smell of wine, "Are you very wronged? You should thank Junior Sister Ye."

Gillian clenched her fists with her hands and endured her emotions. She had already let go of her pride and self-esteem. Isn’t it helpless?

"If Junior Sister Ye had not been strong, all the disciples of the Tiandi Academy would die at the hands of General Tiandi, and Senior Sister, you would be the real murderer. At least, you can still atone for your sins now, but Tiandi Academy can no longer accept a rebel. If it weren't for this, it would be unfair to others. Tiandi may be unfair, but Tiandi Academy is just." Feng Jinshen sighed and said.

As the saying goes, a prodigal son will never change his gold.

But can the things you have done be written off in one go?

No, history and time will always remain those traces, even if the cycle of reincarnation lasts for several lifetimes, it will not be erased. (To be continued)
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