Mo Qingcheng was shocked, afraid that Feng Lishang's body would be destroyed again. To be honest, Feng Lishang was so beautiful that she almost didn't want to believe it. It was just a corpse...

After the amethyst jade pendant was shining brightly, it disappeared, and the crabapple butterfly was gone at this moment...

Feng Lishang is still like a sleeping princess, without breath...

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng had an illusion that except for the dead, the lost things, everything seemed to be like going back to the Piaomiao Peak...

Is it really worth it to be so tragic price for the separation of life and death of Piaomiao Peak?

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng suddenly felt a little self-deprecating. The fairy tale said that as long as the brave knight passes through the thorns and gently kisses the princess' cheek, the princess will wake up... A fairy tale seems to be a lie...

She is not a knight, so she is not a thorn through it. Feng Lishang is a ‘princess’, but she is a dead princess…

But she was timid and owed him a kiss...

At this moment, Mo Qingcheng almost closed his eyes slightly in a humble manner, leaned down to kiss the man she was dreaming about...

It seems that I really expect that the kiss can bring magic to wake up...

The Piaomiao Peak was not as beautiful as the world for a moment. From a distance, I could only see the light green man leaning over to kiss the peerless face. It was far away and beautiful, like a scene in the scroll...

With the wind and snow, it seems like I am going to chant a sad song for a lifetime...

Mo Qingcheng's long hair, which was so long that it was sneaking out a few strands, just hanging in the air, swaying quietly...

So, when Mo Qingcheng was about to touch the cold lips, he was almost shocked by the sudden sound and rushed into the coffin... When he stood up, he could only hear a bit of lazy and hoarse voice slowly dizzy in the air...

“Salty…”

Mo Qingcheng stood aside, looking like a fool, blankly at the person who was originally lying in the ice coffin. Yu Qing trembled like a fan and lifted her delicate eyelids, and then opened the foggy eyes that she had never seen enough in her life...

It's pitch black and full of signs of life...

Mo Qingcheng's lips were almost trembling. At this moment, if he lost his instinct, he couldn't spit out a word, as if he didn't know what to do except standing here and watching the person and waiting for the person...

Feng Lishang stood up gracefully in the transparent ice coffin, then raised his very beautiful eyebrows slightly, as if he subconsciously looked around, but his eyes were not as firm as he imagined, and he was firmly fixed on Mo Qingcheng...

On the other hand, Mo Qingcheng stared at Feng Lishang from beginning to end... Looking at the man's black hair flying like a black waterfall, the man's enchanting face like a crabapple, and the man's red lips were pursed, with a strange look...

Feng Lishang's gaze paused for about 20 seconds on Mo Qingcheng. He had a slight sleepiness, but he simply turned away the next moment... There was no emotion, no waves, and even no emotion...

Mo Qingcheng was a little annoyed by the strangeness in the man's eyes for a moment. He rolled up his sleeves, stepped forward and grabbed Feng Lishang's clothes, looking fierce, and roared angrily.

"Damn! I pretend to be strangers, I won't eat your trick..."

Feng Lishang's beautiful eyebrows frowned slightly, and his dark eyes looked at Mo Qingcheng's hands slightly narrowed, looking a little dangerous... The meaning was very obvious, let Mo Qingcheng let go.

Who is Mo Qingcheng? The master who has always been used to bandits, now he is eager to come to this broken place to look for this person. Now he has found it, but his face is shook. He immediately started to ruthlessly, pulling Feng Lishang's clothes with his hands out of accuracy...

So, with a "sniff" sound, I saw a big hole in Fengli Shangtang's collar, revealing a seductive spring light...

Mo Qingcheng was stunned. Obviously, Feng Lishang was annoyed and showed no mercy at the moment... The flying flower sword on his waist had been unsheathed at some point. At this moment, only one flashed and forced Mo Qingcheng out of a distance. The end of the sword shining with a cold light pointed mercilessly at Mo Qingcheng's chest...

No injuries, but it hurts really...

But when I saw Mo Qingcheng was stunned at first, I seemed a little confused for a moment... I just opened my mouth and looked at Feng Lishang for a long time, and then suddenly laughed to the sky...

That look, like smiling at the people of the world... it is extremely beautiful, extremely charming, but also extremely shrill...

Feng Lishang looked at the woman in front of him with some confusion. The inexplicable sense of familiarity made him a little annoyed... He turned his face away and stopped looking at Mo Qingcheng, as if he was trying to expel the irritability in his heart...

But the smile on Mo Qingcheng's face became stronger and stronger. The next moment, he curled his red lips and smiled extremely charmingly, and then said lightly in a hoarse voice.

"Since you point your sword at me, I will teach you to kill enough..." After saying that, he strode forward...

Mo Qingcheng's movements were too sudden. When Feng Lishang reacted, he could see that the long sword had already penetrated into Mo Qingcheng's body...

But the person in front of him was still looking at him with a smile. In his big dark eyes, the smile was so desolate that it was so scary that his heart was burning...

Mo Qingcheng looked at Feng Lishang like that, just laughing and not talking...

Feng Lishang also looked at the sword in his hand, and for a moment he seemed to be slightly ecstatic. His eyes were full of confusion and confusion... But after a moment, he drew the sword with a handsome face, and then let the blood ticking into the ice and snow, dizzying the bright red flowers...

Mo Qingcheng's body shook, the curve of the corners of his mouth had not faded, he just smiled intently, and then stared at Feng Lishang's eyes, so paranoid, looking for the trace of heartache...

But why, those pupils that were once filled with gentleness were so vague that they were so cold that they had to cut her heart out of blood and blood in order to punish her former timidity...

At this moment, Feng Lishang, who had lost all the memories of Mo Qingcheng, was just like a child who did something wrong, stared at Mo Qingcheng blankly. Somehow, there was a scent of struggle in his beautiful pupils...

Mo Qingcheng saw the pain in Feng Lishang's eyes, and was filled with ecstasy for a moment. He hurriedly reached out to pull the man's sleeve. She wanted to ask.
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