Ye Wuchen shook his head at Xiao Mo, Xiao Mo nodded obediently, but didn't speak. Ye Wuchen fell from the sky, landed silently, and landed in front of Leng Ya. Leng Ya didn't see his appearance at all, until his body was about to hit Ye Wuchen, then he stopped, and looked at the person in front of him with indifferent eyes that made people palpitate.
Facing Ye Wuchen, he had no surprise, no expression, no voice, and no turmoil in his eyes, as if what stood in front of him was an ordinary stone wall.
"Leng Ya, what happened?" Ye Wuchen asked in an extremely gentle voice. His heart is already dead... What he brought to him was also a gloomy aura of death. And he walked out of the Lost Land alone, which means that he broke out of the Northern Emperor Sect and the Flame Soul Sand Formation alone.
"Ping'er... is dead... Ping'er... is dead..." He murmured intermittently, moving his feet forward, bypassing Ye Wuchen's body, walking forward with trembling steps like an old man in his dying years . He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do.
Pinger...
In his arms was a woman he had never seen before. She was younger than double ten, her face was blurred by her messy hair and blood, making it impossible for him to see her whole body, and her clothes were also messy... Who is she, not important. Ye Wuchen raised his head to the sky, and sighed silently. What happened to Leng Ya, he can already guess.
He can be said to be one of the people who knows Leng Ya best in this world, knowing how much he values every emotion under his cold and indifferent appearance. There will always be only one master for him. Even if his master becomes a heinous villain or a beggar on the street, he will never change his mind... The same is true for the love between men and women in his world. His emotional strings were completely broken.
Fate has always been so cruel to him. He is destined to be a person who has nothing to worry about, a lonely life, and a blood-stained life.
Ye Wuchen turned around, walked behind him, stretched out his hand, and pressed it on his shoulder, before he could say anything, his hand suddenly retracted. His eyes fell on his palm, and then on Leng Ya's body.
When he touched Leng Ya's body, the bone-piercing cold feeling conveyed to the depths of his heart was almost the same as the feeling when Xiao Mo gave him fudge....
"Demon energy..." Ye Wuchen looked at Leng Ya's back, and murmured softly. Beside him, Xiaomo nodded slightly, and also looked at Leng Ya with puzzled and slightly hazy eyes.
Ye Wuchen took a step forward and grabbed his left shoulder, the wound that was still bleeding slowly healed at an extremely fast speed. He whispered: "Let's go back. She is still by your side, watching you secretly. You must want her to see your friends too. "
Leng Ya pretended not to have heard of it, but still moved forward step by step. Facing the cold cliff at this time, while Ye Wuchen felt pain in his heart, he also felt a deep sense of powerlessness. Because of the existence of the mysterious "Blood Killing Demon Eye", his feelings were different from ordinary people, and he didn't know how to comfort him for a while. Or, comfort would be of no use to him at all.
"It was I who harmed you... If I had known this, how could I have let you follow me there." Ye Wuchen's eyes were pained, and he spoke slowly in a soft voice that only he could hear, and the voice was very fast. Dissipated in the wind. Xiaomo turned sideways, held his hand with her own, and whispered: "Daddy, you are sad... are you not sad?"
Ye Wuchen lowered his head, smiled lightly at her, and nodded slightly.
Crouching in the corner of the room, Leng Ya is like a dead mummy, motionless. Those eyes were opened, and what was displayed was not the red color when the blood-killing pupils were opened, but it was completely different from normal human eyes, but a dim dead gray.
Beside him lay the same motionless Ping'er. After being brought back to the evil sect by Ye Wuchen, as long as anyone wants to take Ping'er's body away from him, his blood-killing demon pupils will suddenly open, releasing a murderous aura that condenses the air and moves Yan Tianwei's face violently. After leaving Ping'er's body far away, his red pupils faded away, and his murderous aura gradually disappeared.
The intensity of Leng Ya's murderous aura at this time is completely incomparable to that when he opened his blood-killing eyes for the first time at the Tianchen Mowu Conference. Everyone was thinking silently in their hearts... What happened to him in the past three days.
In this dimly lit room, he sat motionless from night to dawn. The door of the room was tightly closed, no one opened it, and no sound came in. It wasn't until noon that the door was pushed open from the outside, Ye Wuchen appeared there, didn't go in, just looked directly at Leng Ya, his eyes were as calm as still water.
In the deadly silence, it was Leng Ya who moved first. From the curled up position, he raised his head and stood up. Due to curling up for too long, his body became extremely stiff, and the speed of getting up was extremely slow. He raised his head and also looked directly into Ye Wuchen's eyes. From his pupils, Ye Wuchen didn't see any emotion.
"You didn't disappoint me." Ye Wuchen said these words in a lamenting tone.
Leng Ya picked up the screen beside her, wiped Ye Wuchen's body and walked out of the room, from the beginning to the end, without making any sound.
On the open grass, Ye Wuchen stood behind Leng Ya again. Before, he had been silently watching from a distance as he slowly dug the ground with his hands, dug very deep, and then put Ping'er into this resting place that Leng Ya personally cast for her. He knelt there, looked at her for a long time, and finally pushed his hands forward tremblingly, letting the fresh soil cover the face that he would never see and never forget.
"Leng Ya." Ye Wuchen said, but apart from calling out his name, he didn't know what else to say.
Leng Ya turned around and looked at Ye Wuchen with those gray eyes that couldn't see the white of the eyes: "I will not forget my promise."
He said that his life is his, and it will never change. After one night, he no longer felt sad, and after burying Ping'er with his hands, he also lost nostalgia. Only his heart has turned into the same gray color as his eyes, and it will not change in this life.
Ye Wuchen nodded, he didn't need to say anything more. Leng Ya is no longer the Leng Ya a few days ago, many things about him have changed, but the deepest things in his bones will never change. This is his persistence and pride.
"Sit down and tell me about her." Ye Wuchen pressed Leng Ya's shoulder and sat down on the grass, facing the newly built tomb. Leng Ya also sat there, looking ahead, said in a flat voice that belonged to him: "Her name is Ping'er."
Ye Wuchen nodded slightly, listened to what he said, firmly remembered the name "Ping'er" in his heart.
"She is Yan Zhimeng's maid and also her sister. She said that Yan Zhimeng is no longer in the Northern Emperor Sect. Three years ago, she became pregnant. Yan Ximing wanted to force her to kill the child. She borrowed A heavy snowfall suddenly fell from the sky, and she fled under the cover of the snow, and disappeared... In order to protect her from leaving and stop Yan Ximing from chasing, Ping'er was locked up for three years. I met her there."
Ye Wuchen: "..."
Leng Ya narrated everything that happened in those few days with a soothing voice without emotional fluctuations, detailing every detail, even every word, every action. From the beginning to the end, he maintained the same posture, the same voice, and there was no emotional fluctuation at any time, as if he was explaining a very plain story of others.
If the heart is dead, how can there be emotional agitation again. At this moment, even if there are thousands of knives pressed against his throat and thousands of poisonous snakes coiled around his body, he will not feel any fear.
From the sun to the middle of the sky, to the west of the sun, and then to dusk, when Leng Ya's last words ended, Ye Wuchen stood up and left with a long figure under the setting sun. In the mouth, silently muttering a word...
Snow…
"Immediately check whether there was snow in Kuishui Kingdom three years ago!" Ye Wuchen said in a solemn voice when he returned to the hall.
Ten minutes later, he got the answer, and Yan Gongluo, who had returned in a hurry, said in an incomparably certain tone: "Master, Kuishui Country is humid and hot all year round, and the temperature never reaches the temperature of snow. Don't say three years, it is a year ago." Ten years, twenty years, thirty years, there has never been snowfall."
Ye Wuchen stood up from his seat, walked back and forth a few steps, turned around and said: "Let Big Brother Chu stay with Leng Ya for a few days, I have to go first."
Xue... It's her, it must be her!
"Ah? Master..." Yan Gongluo was stunned for a moment, and just shouted out, but could only see Ye Wuchen, who was already impatient, disappearing in front of his eyes in a ball of white light.
Heavenly Dragon Kingdom, the forgotten corner.
The appearance of Ye Wuchen made Tongxin feel his return at the first moment. She was playing with Ningxue by the river, and she took Ningxue with one hand, and flew back quickly. When she saw Ye Wuchen's figure, she hurriedly left Falling down in the air, he pressed his body tightly against him.
"Brother, you're finally back." Ningxue cheered with the utmost joy, but she didn't reveal how much she was worried and looking forward to these days.
"Have you been playing well these two days?" Ye Wuchen put his hands on Ningxue's left cheek and Tongxin's right cheek respectively, and asked softly, while Xiaomo beside her turned her face away, not letting him See the dissatisfaction on her face.
"Hmm! In the past few days, Sister Tongxin and I have visited all the places my brother and I have been to... Brother, who is this little sister?" Ningxue looked curiously at the girl brought back by Ye Wuchen, From her body, she felt a vague sense of familiarity. It was difficult for her to remember that she had met her by chance in the Great Wind Country three years ago. Tong Xin also glanced at her, then looked away. She recognized her immediately, after all, not long ago, she and Ye Wuchen met on the street. As for why she appeared here, she didn't care.
"My name is Xiaomo. We met outside Tianfeng City three years ago." Xiaomo turned her head and said with a slightly repulsive expression.
"Well, Xue'er, do you still remember that little girl with a sprained foot that we met on the way when we went to Tianfeng City to find my sister three years ago?" Ye Wuchen bent down and said to Ningxue with a smile.
"Huh?" Ningxue thought for a while, then smiled: "Hello, sister Xiaomo, my name is Ningxue."
She remembered the incident three years ago, but it was difficult to remember the appearance of that little girl three years ago. After all, it was only a brief encounter by chance at the time, and the time had passed for a long time.