The person in his arms was completely soaked in white clothes, and his face was pale without even a trace of blood. Seeing her life gradually disappearing, Ming Yan could not help but tighten his arms a little more, holding her tightly in his arms.
"Why." The slightly trembling voice was full of sadness. In fact, he had already felt that slap. The reason why he didn't hide was just to make her sympathize with him and let her come back to him, but he couldn't. Unexpectedly, she would actually push herself away to block the palm.
He never thought that today, she would be so desperate to save him.
However, the joy flashed by, followed by endless regret, chagrin and self-blame.
Tang Qing opened her eyes, but her black eyes were blank. She reluctantly opened her mouth, and her voice was extremely subtle, "I also want to know why. It was obvious from the beginning that you only used me as a substitute..."
"No, it's not like that." Ming Yan said with difficulty, but found that no matter how he explained, it would not change. At first, he did regard her as a substitute, and even used ghosts to scare her even though he knew she was afraid of ghosts. She was hurt and indifferent, which made her fall into his own trap step by step, and finally... abandoned her.
Although, all this is because of the love fruit.
Tang Qing suddenly smiled, and the arc of the smile was full of ridicule, but the ridicule was directed at herself. The light in her eyes gradually disappeared. She looked into the distance and slightly opened her pale thin lips, "Ming Yan, if you can I wish I had never met you..."
It was obviously a word that could not be taken lightly, but Ming Yan felt as if he had been hit hard. He was stunned in place. This was the last word she left to herself, but it was also the most heartless thing she had ever said to herself.
"I've never met you..." Ming Yan muttered and repeated this sentence, and suddenly laughed loudly, "I've never met you, hahahaha!"
After speaking, he knelt down on his legs. Pluto, who had always been gentle and gentle, now had disheveled hair and was in a state of embarrassment. The coldness in his eyes could freeze everything around him.
He held the person in his arms tightly, carefully, as if he were treating a lifetime treasure, cherishing it to the extreme.
He murmured, but the other party could no longer hear him.
"Mumu, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, please come back, please, I was wrong,"
Mo Jiuyou stepped in front of him, and immediately split him open with a palm while he was not paying attention. Then he snatched the person back from his arms and held Tang Qing, who had completely lost his life and turned into a cold corpse. , his face was gloomy, he had secretly sworn that he would never let her face death again, but now she chose death again for him!
He had always known that she didn't have much affection for him. Even that time, she recognized him as Ming Yan. She would stay, more because she was forced to do so by his means.
Mo Jiuyou knew that she would be reborn, but he didn't want to tell Ming Yan this secret. After all... She also said that she hoped she would never meet you again. In this case, he would naturally do it for her.
The cold person in his arms was snatched away, and Ming Yan turned black and ran away, "Mo Jiuyou, give Mubai back to me!"
That voice that was bone-chilling and without any warmth at all, and that unspoken murderous intent that was so intense that it made everyone breathless.
"Ming Yan, you are dreaming!"
"Dream or not, you can give it a try!"
In front of the tall and luxurious palace, two people who could shake the hell with just a lift of their feet were fighting. The two people intertwined were like two shadows. The sword light was shooting out, and the huge power was flowing out. It didn't take long for this magnificent palace to be reduced to ruins.
Ming Yan had been stabbed by Mo Jiuyou before, but now the opponent attacked with all his strength. Soon he gradually fell into a disadvantage. Seeing that he was about to leave with others, his eyes suddenly became scarlet.
"Mo Jiuyou, if you dare to take her away, the next time we see her, you will die!"
"I am waiting."
Mo Jiuyou smiled mockingly, obviously not taking it seriously. The palace was destroyed, but he was also the Ghost King after all, so naturally he couldn't have only one residence.
Ming Yan, who was left behind, watched the two people disappear and vomited a mouthful of blood...
Elsewhere, Mo Jiuyou looked at the person in his arms who slowly opened his eyes, and smiled, "Are you awake?"
Although the person was awake, the Ghost King's palm was really not pleasant at all, and his chest was still aching.
"where are we going?"
Seeing her weak look, Mo Jiuyou narrowed his eyes and said, "Xiaobai, is it worth it?"
At this moment, he suddenly couldn't understand why he was so deeply in love that he didn't even care about his own life and death, but why he was given such a big blow in the end.
I've never met you. These words will probably cause him more pain than killing Ming Yan.
Is it really true to that sentence, love is deep and hate is deep
Tang Qing looked into the distance with disgust. He had obviously been reborn, but his gray eyes were still flashing with pain. "There is no question of whether it's worth it or not. Let's make a break with him this time. From now on, we will never be together again." No connection.”
Of course, it has nothing to do with it, because the system has told her that at the moment of her death, Ming Yan's strategy value has been completely completed, and even Mo Jiuyou has increased to 50%. With a few more twists, this mission will also be completed. It's almost complete.
As for the pain in his eyes, that's because the slap still hurts!
Mo Jiuyou didn't know what she was thinking, but the irrelevant words made him raise the corners of his mouth, "Xiao Bai is so cruel, I think you died so many times for him."
Tang Qing snorted coldly, how dare you settle old scores with her? If it weren't for him, would she have died so many times
She narrowed her eyes, half-smiling, "Oh, I really need to thank the Ghost King for this."
Mo Jiuyou:…
He suddenly understood what it means to shoot oneself in the foot. Look, his little white boy is still very vindictive!
Although Tang Qing has been reborn, Mo Jiuyou's palm is too powerful. Even if he is reborn, the remaining wounds on his soul must be taken good care of.
This cultivation lasted for a full hundred years. Of course, during this period, she was not only recuperating from injuries. After all, the spiritual stone gave birth to such a good immortal body, and it would not be good to waste it. So, a hundred years ago she was a pitiful little kid who was bullied, but a hundred years later she was a little devil that even Mo Jiuyou admired.
Mo Jiuyou loves this little thing so much. She always surprises him. It has only been a mere hundred years since he taught her to practice, but she has learned almost everything he taught her. There are so many mysterious and mysterious things. There were obscure formations and secrets, but in her eyes, she encountered almost no difficulties.
A person who knows nothing can grow up in his own hands and finally reach the top. This process is really amazing.
Mo Jiuyou has never experienced it before, and I'm afraid he will never experience it again...