After two days of seduction, Mo Qingcheng felt distressed, but the situation was urgent and she couldn't control that much...

The uneasy feeling was so strong that it made her restless, as if if she delayed for a moment longer, she would lose an extremely important treasure...

This feeling, except when I lost my beloved doll when I was four or five years old, seems to have never happened again...

Mei Se is very impressive, but Mo Qingcheng is a road addict. The road to the capital has at least 18 bends in the mountain road. It only took three days to get here, but when we found it back, it was already half a month later...

Of course, Mo Qingcheng wasn't stupid enough to rush into the inn during a business trip. No matter how slow she was, she knew that the man wouldn't wait for her, and the illusion of rushing to the death banquet finally gave her a clue...

Feng Lishang's banquet was in Mongolia...and the picturesque and charming Feng Nishang along the way was just to commemorate those times that they couldn't bear to part with...

She knew it, but she was just used to pretending to be stupid...

The beauty overturned the guards at the city gate, knocked over n vegetable stalls along the way, frightened n power of n passers-by... Finally, under the spotlight, she killed herself at the foot of the imperial city...

The scene that only caught his eye turned into Mo Qingcheng's lifelong nightmare...

Feng Nishang was holding a flying flower sword, and her begonia-colored clothes danced in beautiful arcs in the air. Like a tang-colored arrow feather, it flew straight towards the peach-colored figure on the tower, transforming into a beautiful scene...

Like a moth flying into a flame, there is no room left... It's like making a desperate move and sinking the boat... It's like being besieged on all sides and there is no way out...

But the archers around the tower, as if they had received orders from someone, loosened their crossbows, and saw that the dense arrow feathers were centered on the orange-colored man, and they were blurred into a black mass, and then kept getting closer...

At that moment, Mo Qingcheng suddenly remembered a proverb - a meat bun beats a dog, and there is no return...

Forgive her, she really wanted to use particularly beautiful adjectives to describe Feng Lishang in that posture... But at this moment, she couldn't think of it...

She is a dog who loves meat buns very much, so at this moment, she is like a dog who has lost meat buns, falling into madness...

"——Don't..." Mo Qingcheng's shrill cry could not stop the flying arrows, and the moment when Feng Nishang paused slightly in mid-air became a fatal moment...

The man in bright red was standing quietly in front of the peach-colored man, his clothes fluttering, and his once charming and silky pupils were empty... but he protected the figure in peach-pink with such a determined attitude.

From the moment Lie Ruge appeared, a pair of dark eyes were only staring in the direction of Mo Qingcheng. At this moment, they closed them with a smile...

Such a bitter smile, such a tired figure, so many unexpected things...

Did his last thing actually become the beginning of them never being able to get closer again?

Feng Nishang was about to take out the flying flower sword, but after holding it in the palm of her hand, it was unable to fall off, as if it was about to turn over in mid-air to create a heart-stirring scene on behalf of the Tang-colored figure...

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Mo Qingcheng always felt that Feng Nishang was falling very slowly, as if she was going to use up all her life... And those messy arrow feathers inserted into Feng Nishang didn't seem to affect that person at all.

The beauty is ordinary, but it seems to have given that person a layer of tang-colored halo... It is so beautiful that it is thrilling...

She even saw the man's beautiful smile in his messy hair after the hosta fell off, that smile that was like farewell, but extremely reassuring... That smile, shown only to her, seemed to be...

say to her

'It's good to end like this...'

Mo Qingcheng wanted to rush up and hug that person, but at this moment, if the lost blood was passed on to her, it would be as heavy as a thousand pounds, making her unable to move...

All she could do was to quietly watch the man's whereabouts, and then he fell to the ground. There was no flying dust as imagined... nor the bloody flesh and blood in the legend... It looked so gentle, as if he was being held by a fairy blanket... Or rather,

Because she was too stubborn, she always felt that that person was as beautiful and light as a phoenix...

Unknown to Mo Qingcheng, a phoenix burdened with seven emotions and six desires cannot fly. Whether it is because of love that is so heavy that it cannot fly, or whether it is willing to give up the instinct of flying... No one knows this...

At that moment, Feng Nishang, no, it should be said to be Feng Lishang, was so beautiful that it looked like a phoenix bathing in fire... but it was soaked in blood... unable to fly, how could there be talk of nirvana and rebirth?

Whose heart does this pain have?

Mo Qingcheng stood there, speechless and unable to shed tears. In Ruo Xingzi's eyes, it seemed as if nothing could catch his eyes except that man in orange...

"Ha ha…"

"Haha..." Apart from the man in Tsing Yi, who else dares to laugh so wildly at the feet of today's world? He laughs so hard that the flowers tremble, he laughs so hard that he can't stand up, he laughs so hard that his vision is blurred, and he laughs so hard that he drinks blood.

Squirting out, but still laughing...

"Feng Lishang, you are so good..." Mo Qingcheng's voice sounded like a hoarse voice, and there was a trace of blood on the corner of his mouth. Suddenly looking at it, he felt a bit sad...

Time was so quiet that it seemed to have stopped, as if it was trying to freeze the woman's eternal smile...

The kind of smile that can no longer reach the bottom of my heart, the kind of smile that is so proud that it refuses to shed tears...

Listen, the wind is crying...

Mo Qingcheng's expression was so calm that the air was so calm...

Mo Qingcheng walked so calmly that people thought he was just a stranger...

But, who said that a person with an expressionless face will definitely not feel pain?

Mo Qingcheng walked forward step by step, the smile on the corner of his mouth was so light that it made people panic, but when he was one step away from the man, a fierce golden light suddenly appeared around him...

Mo Qingcheng closed her eyes subconsciously, but when she opened them again, the scenery in front of her was empty...

The tang-colored butterfly mark was flying on Mo Qingcheng's wrist. Apart from the color, it only looked like a blue 'bujue'... But Feng Nishang had disappeared...

Mo Qingcheng suddenly raised his head, closed his eyes, and smiled...
Chapter completed!