Faced with Xiaolong's nonsense, Qianhua Jiang tried to deal with it with the excuse of "don't worry about adults' affairs, little brats". She raised her eyes and saw Mo Yunye standing on the side of the curtain, looking at her with an indifferent expression, and then sank. Faceless, reluctant to speak.
Mo Yunye felt a chill in his heart: It turned out that she had woken up a long time ago but had not opened her eyes. She must have heard clearly everything from her conversation with Xiaolong to Donghuang Xingjun. This would be a good idea to let her know her purpose clearly. , let go of the past, and don’t have to dwell on the love of the past.
"Are you feeling better?" Hearing his concerned voice floating vaguely from a distant place, Mo Yunye actually felt that the scene at this moment was quite embarrassing.
Qianhua nodded, her face expressionless, only her eyes had endured too much sadness, and her bright pupils were dim and dull.
"How long has it been since the Yuanling in the body was abnormal?" Not knowing what topic to bring up next, Mo Yunye had no choice but to continue asking.
Qianhua sneered in her heart. Although she had not lost much blood, every time something happened to her, he was not around. No wonder he was helpless when faced with such strange symptoms for the first time, and finally woke up in a daze by himself. However, Compared with being indoctrinated by his hypocritical benevolence and righteousness, Qianhua should feel lucky that he can't do anything at the moment, so she mustered up the courage to raise her head and face him as gentle and jade-like as ever. She never said anything. He said with sadness and resentment: "Have you already decided? I think agreeing to my conditions can be regarded as a reward for your thousand-year longing and fruitless love, right?"
Judging from the various conversations and signs just now, Mo Yunye's hope of exchanging the Gu mother for the flower soul should be very high. For Qianhua, it is the coexistence of satisfaction and pain, the blending of heaven and hell.
Sure enough, in the ears that were bleeding, he heard what he said: "I can give you Gu Mother, but Seven Star Longyuan, absolutely not."
Qianhua smiled sadly, and her heart became stronger in the faint pain, without making any compromises or concessions: "Mother Gu can only replace the flower soul in my body, and the golden lotus in Yaofang's main body can only be replaced by seven stars. Long Yuan comes to exchange, otherwise, Luo Qian will not be able to be resurrected, and our transaction will lose its meaning."
Qianhua knew his plan: if he handed over the Gu mother, at worst he would let Nan Liyue endure the pain of tens of thousands of ants gnawing away his bones, and the heaven would not have to bear the infamy of his evil deeds. However, Mo Yunye still held the invincible dragon sword in his hand. You can put the Demon Lord to death; but Qianhua refuses, and presumably for Nan Liyue, Yaofang must agree with her decision and defend Golden Lotus to the death until Qixing Longyuan is no longer a threat to the Demon Lord.
"Now that you are in my hands, are you still going to be stubborn until death?" Mo Yunye asked lightly. Even though he was shocked by his cold words, he still had a gentle face and jade eyes, and spoke slowly and calmly. Qingqing only has a heart that no one can fathom, and she doesn't believe that Qianhua has the perseverance to fight with herself to the end.
But Qianhua is alone, without his foresight, heavenly respect, and heavenly face. In addition to worrying about being discovered by Nan Liyue, there is also a waste of time and endurance. Even if it is exhausted to the point of terminal illness, the flower soul will die with him. But Mo Yunye didn't believe that he didn't feel bad if he didn't believe it: "Exchanging one thing for another is actually not a loss for you, unless you think you don't have poison or Qixing Longyuan is not the opponent of the Demon Lord, or you simply don't have the guts to fight with him. Let’s decide the outcome in an upright battle, rather than resorting to external forces or even dirty tricks! In addition, I forgot to remind you that I came to trade this time without telling the devil. Unlike you, he doesn’t want to do too low. If he discovers that I escaped from the incident, Luo Qian’s hope of resurrection may be completely shattered!”
"So in your eyes, I, Mo Yunye, am such a low-class person?" Without focusing on the key points, Mo Yunye felt that the two words coming out of Qianhua's mouth were too hurtful, so he laughed at himself in a low voice. He smiled bitterly, laughing away all the joys and sorrows of the past, "Well, since I am already so miserable in your eyes, if I am worse, I think you should be prepared."
Yan Bi stood up, approached Qianhua, ignored Xiaolong and stopped at the bedside like a protector: "What do you want to do?"
"I will take out your flower soul now, and then..." The smile on Mo Yunye's lips suddenly turned sad and cold, "Use the rest of your life to exchange for the golden lotus in the demon butterfly's body! Nan Liyue is not Can’t you bear to take the risk? I must care about you very much, so I won’t refuse this deal, right?”
Taking advantage of Nan Liyue's seemingly sincere feelings for her, Mo Yunye actually turned the initiative into his own hands. Although Qianhua was caught off guard, it was not unexpected. The moment he attacked, she couldn't dodge or dodge. , and at the same time, he lifted the little dragon cub in front of him and greeted him calmly, his lips parted lightly and his smile was as bright as a flower.
Mo Yunye was suddenly startled. That smile was exactly the same as that of Luo Qian, who was cold and aloof a thousand years ago!
I don't know how serious this palm is. If the strength is not correct, or if she Luo Qianhua makes any resistance, the consequences will either take away half of her life, or split the wisp of the flower soul. Mo Yunye was completely confused because of this smile. After losing his mind, he immediately stopped his hand and gathered all his strength back. He was staggered back by the spiritual energy, and the air flow poured back from his palm and rushed into his throat, causing him to cough violently.
Qianhua's mocking smile came coldly: "What? Can't you move your hands? You're afraid of slapping me to death, so I'd better smack her to death..."
"Shut up!" Mo Yunye shouted in a low voice.
Qianhua didn't listen, and continued slowly: "Yes, now that I am in your hands, you can take away the flower soul in me by force, but don't forget, with the same recklessness, I can destroy it before you do. You, if we break up, no one can get anything! I would not regret dying, but where is your Luo Qian? She... "
"I told you to shut up!" Mo Yunye couldn't listen anymore, and roared indifferently. The Luo Qianhua in front of him knew how to hurt others with words and how to restrain himself. He was no longer the trembling and cautious little hedgehog before. Following behind him, smiling innocently, holding on to wishful thinking, insisting on carrying a sea of flowers in the deserted garden. With a touch of tenderness, he shyly asked himself to marry her as his queen, not knowing the heights of the world and the weirdness of the world...
Qianhua kept silent as he was told, but that didn't mean she succumbed to his intimidation. She raised her stubborn head and stared at him with a pair of resolute eyes, looking at him without any fear.
Mo Yunye took a step forward, leaned down, supported the edge of the bed with one hand, and held her chin with the other. His eyes were as blurry as broken jade, and his words were like coldness from the netherworld: "Take good care of your wounds, you will die. It doesn’t matter, don’t let me see the flower soul wither!”
Since she firmly believed that she cared so much about Hua Hun and Luo Qian, she would be satisfied and tell her clearly: This is indeed the case! And she doesn't have to remind herself again and again who she should care about! (To be continued)