His lips moved, and he only said two words, "Scenery..."
"The scenery three hundred years ago was indeed in love with Mo Qing, but the scenery three hundred years later only loves Mo Qing." The scenery has always been very clear about what she wants, and she does have a lot of affection for this man who once fascinated her. However, she also knew very well that Mo Qing was the man she wanted now.
The smile on the corner of Mo Qing's lips already had a hint of reluctance. He reached out to touch her again, but she avoided him. His hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes finally looked at a loss, "Scenery... he just wants to touch her." It's just mine... it's just my shell, you only like him because of me... I'm the one you really like... "
"Mo Qing is just Mo Qing. He has his own independent personality and thoughts. He is not someone's shell, nor is he a substitute for anyone." Feng Jing's voice was so calm that it was almost cruel, "He is so good, even without you, I would be so kind." would like him too."
"Really?" He put down his hand, looked at her and smiled, "Young scenery, do you still hate me? You hate me for not choosing you back then."
"Indeed, the moment I knew the answer, I hated you, but soon, this hatred no longer exists." Feng Feng said softly: "I know, you have your responsibility, your responsibility, and sacrifice a small part of your life." People, to save more people, this is a correct choice."
It's not like her, who only lives in her own world, so she can say selfishly without hesitation that she will choose the person closest to her to live.
"You don't hate me..."
"Yes, I don't hate you."
Suddenly, Mo Qing's heart was twisted like a knife. He wanted to hear that she still hated him. At the very least, it could prove that he still had weight in her heart, and she said she didn't hate him anymore. He was really in her heart. No status at all.
Feng Feng said: "No one has ever blamed you, Mo Qing, let yourself go, some things are in the past, no matter how persistent we are, we will never go back to the past."
"Can't you go back?" Mo Qing raised his hand to his forehead, the corners of his lips twitched slightly, and the white clothes lined him, adding a touch of treachery, "Compared to me, Feng Shuang still likes that Mo Qing even more, and now Scenery has come to me In front of him, it's just to see him, right?"
After a pause, "Where is he?"
Mo Qing raised his hand, and a door slowly opened, and a strong smell of blood came in his nostrils.
"Mo Qing!" Feng Jing ran over immediately, and she picked up the man who was lying in the formation. At this time, there were large and small wounds on his body, and his blood was all over the ground, staining the floor red, "Mo Qing... don't die..."
Mo Qing opened his eyes slightly, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he made a weak voice, "What Feng Jing said just now... I heard it all... I'm very happy..."
"Mo Qing..." She turned her head, instead of looking at Mo Qing, she looked at Zhiwei, "Please, save him!"
Zhiwei wanted to step forward, but when Mo Qing raised his hand, the old man was cut off from the barrier.
Feng Feng was furious, "What the hell are you going to do!?"
"I told him that as long as he is willing to give me his body, I will be resurrected, and he agreed without hesitation to hold this ceremony..." Mo Qing said with a smile: "Now, he is going to die."
She wanted to plug the wounds on his body, but there were too many wounds, and she didn't know where to start. She said helplessly: "Mo Qing... why are you so stupid..."
"I know I'm tired of being a ghost... as long as you can return the sun..." Mo Qing raised her hand vigorously, wiping the tears from her face, "I don't care what I do..."
Mo Qing looked at it, and his gentle smile gradually turned cold. A box appeared in his hand, and he walked to Fengguang, and he said to her softly: "Why is Fengfeng so sad? Even if he is going to die, it is not impossible to live. Here There is only one Sunshine Grass, which can help him bring back to life, but there is only one Sunshine Grass, I planned to use it to revive the scenery, but now, how should the scenery choose?"
Mo Qing whispered weakly, "Scenery...you have to live..."
She looked at the box without moving her eyes.
Mo Qing wanted to touch the top of her head again, but she avoided it, and he smiled again: "It doesn't matter if you don't want to choose, even if you don't have him, I will be by your side in the future."
When he finished speaking, she had already moved.
"I chose to save him." She picked up the wooden box in his hand with an unshakable attitude.