The history books can only record that a so-called flood engulfed the entire Xia Mansion, and people lost their lives before they could utter a cry of panic.
That night, the latecomer finally returned to the place he had promised to return.
Zhiwei knelt on the ground, his eyes were full of corpses, his white clothes were already dirty, in front of him was the corpse he found with great difficulty, he felt someone coming from behind, he didn't turn his head but asked in puzzlement: " Why don't you come back and save her?"
The man in white didn't answer, he hugged his cold body into his arms, and the girl he was holding now would never sweetly call his name again.
"Master, you can obviously save her..." Zhiwei asked loudly: "Isn't Xiafu's life not human life? How can you give up on them?"
He looked down at the person in his arms, and silently hugged him even tighter.
Mo Qing buried everyone in the Xia Mansion, but he didn't bury the scenery. The little Zhiwei stayed with Master in the dilapidated Xia Mansion for a long time, until the last day, when he looked at the silent Master's portrait It was as if he had made some kind of determination, he used magic techniques to preserve Fengguang's body, and picked up Fengguang's body and walked out the door.
"Master, what do you want to do?" Zhiwei chased to the door, feeling something bad in his heart, and now, he only wanted to rest in peace.
Mo Qing's footsteps paused, and he, who hadn't spoken for a long time, finally said the first sentence, "Go back to Xianmen first."
After the words fell, he hugged the scenery and disappeared.
The scenery that woke up again already existed as the female ghost of Heifeng Mountain.
Jingjing opened her eyes, the wind and snow in Linglong Pool were still there, and so was the old man in front of her, she moved her lips, and she made a dry voice, "Zhiwei?"
"It's me." The old man smiled, "Long time no see."
"You were so young back then..." Feng Feng put his hands on his waist, and said as if in a lifetime: "I am indeed, I forgot it for too long."
She remembered everything, the memories of when she was with Mo Qing three hundred years ago, and after she became a female ghost, she set up a monument for the person in her heart, and because the days of being a ghost were too boring, she again Made a rag doll for every dead person, and later... As time goes by, even if she doesn't want to, she will gradually forget many things, and even in the end, she can't help but create a world of her own.
"Zhiwei, take me to see him."
Zhiwei didn't ask who he was, after all, no matter if it was Mo Qing or Mo Qing, she could see him. He removed the barrier, walked against the wind with the scenery, and came to a magnificent hall.
This is Mo Qing's residence, and it is also the most incense-filled place in the entire fairy sect. It should be the most fairy-like place, but now it has a chilly air.
When he stepped into the main hall, a sword light came straight towards Zhiwei. Although Zhiwei blocked it with a fly whisk very quickly, the power of the sword light remained undiminished. When it was about to penetrate his body, the scenery blocked him In front of Zhiwei.
The sword shadow stopped when it was only a centimeter away from her.
The atmosphere in the hall became even more treacherous.
The sword shadow disappeared, and a voice sounded from the dark place, "Why don't you wait for the scenery, I will find you in a short time."
"By then, it will be too late." Feng Feng said calmly, "I never thought that you would attack Zhiwei."