[Quick Transmigration] Tragedy protagonist every day

Before Mo San left, she had met Duan Qingling. At that time, she had already packed her luggage, knelt on the rug, and tied the last layer of the package.

There was a languid warmth in the air at the end of summer. She put her clean hands in this warmth, and then slowly covered the cold silver foil on her face. Looking back at her is a beautiful youthful face.

In this touching summer day, the girl pulled out the flowery and wooden silver hairpin that bundled her hair, and clumsily braided her own blue strands inch by inch according to her childhood memory. Before that, she never knew that it turned out that My own hair is so black and so long.

"I'm leaving." She repeated silently in her heart, "I really have to leave this time...I won't come back if I don't find her." In the maiden's breast, in her tongue, in the gaps of her braids, solemnly buried. "I'm leaving," she said.

The sudden strong wind blew open the windows and door of the girl's room, and Mo San was startled.

At the same time, a strange sadness rose from the bottom of her heart. In fact, based on her experience, such disturbances would have been careless for a long time. However, the intuition that made her feel scared has not diminished at all.She got up to close the door and window, her unfinished braid hanging down her shoulders like a soft vine.

However, when she turned around, she couldn't help but whisper, "How did you get in?" she asked.

Duan Qingling stood in front of Mo San's bronze mirror, without the polite manners he had when facing Mo Yu, he exposed his entire face with horrific burns, like vines among thorns.

Mo San didn't care about the hideous scars on the face of the person opposite, but was disgusted by seeing her daughter's appearance when she was braided. Her pretty face flushed, and then covered it with a thin layer of frost. Qing Ling's blindness gradually calmed down just now, and he returned to the original question.

"How did you get in?" she asked again.

Duan Qingling casually pointed to the direction of the gate, then sat down lazily, as if she didn't really want to answer this question.

Mo San looked wary, but he had no words, the incense was wafting in the wing room, and the two of them were silent.

Duan Qingling was the first to speak, "I met you when I was a child." He said.

***

It is difficult to estimate the influence a person suffered during childhood, Mo Yu has seen too much in the time between life and death.When he first entered the pavilion, he was just a young child. Mo Qingyuling took care of everything in the pavilion for him. The relationship on Misty Peak was intricate, but he had plenty of time to sort it out.

But Duan Qingling is different. Just ask, who would adopt a disabled child, who would dare to teach a lunatic's enemy?It's royalty!

As long as Duan Qingling is still alive, no matter how desperate he is, no matter how desperate and ruined he is, he will be protected by his family. The pavilion is an odd number, the royal family wants to see the ending of this odd number, and Duan Qingling is one of them.

Mo Yu never believed that a normal person could be cultivated in the interests of these deep houses, and his sensitive identity also prevented him from doing it himself, so Mo San appeared.

***

For Duan Qingling, that should be regarded as a period of hope, even if all of this was born of the most ethereal illusion.The ghostly figures of people from the rivers and lakes cannot sneak into the fortified royal palace, but pigeons with wings can. They bring concern, faith, and the most precious hope.

"You used eleven pigeons, and the youngest one is still in your yard." Duan Qingling's voice was cold, as if he was just repeating a story relayed by others, but he was a participant after all, " I can remember all the sounds." He raised his hand and scratched around his complete ear.

Mo San frowned slightly, but she was noncommittal. She couldn't stay for a boy's words, and she had long since lost her attachment to her childhood past. Besides, after three moments, she would be parting.

"I followed orders." Mo San said bluntly.

She is an orphan who was taught by the pavilion master since she was a child. Every inch of her meridians and every drop of blood are closely related to the prosperity and decline of the vegetation on this Misty Peak. Maybe she still had a little bit of kindness or pity in her ignorant years, but now At an old age, only cold vows are left.

As soon as Duan Qingling sat down, she revealed the bronze mirror hanging on the wall behind her. Mo San used the small half of the mirror to look at her own appearance. She took off the mask, and she was a girl who would feel strange even to herself.

"Whose order did you take?" Duan Qingling asked with a smile. It was obviously the most gentle and ordinary tone, coupled with a face full of hideous scars, there was only a strange feeling left.

"Young Pavilion Master's is the Pavilion Master's." Mo San's tone sank, she had already vaguely guessed what Duan Qingling was going to say.

Sure enough, the luggage between the two was thrown out by Duan Qingling. "Then you're still leaving?" The boy's sharp voice sounded like a howl of being stepped on in pain in the silent wing.

Then you still go?Then you still want to find her? !

This shrill sound awakened Mo San, and she returned to her usual icy image. When she was sitting quietly, she looked like ice and iron, but how could people have no feelings? The person she was looking for was the pavilion master. As far as she was concerned, It is also a teacher and a mother.

Duan Qingling also knew that she had overstepped, so she asked in a slow voice, "What kind of person is she?"

"It's none of your business." The girl answered crisply, as if she was wearing that silver mask again.

***

"If the Young Pavilion Master wanted me to kill you, I would have done so." Mo San said, and handed the mask and letter to Duan Qingling. "Give it to him for me."

The boy Sujie stroked the edge of the white letter with both hands, and there was a cold smile on the corner of his lips. He didn't even say a word of farewell. Seeing this, Mo San was secretly startled.

She now knows how Duan Qingling got in. A person like that has no internal strength, no vision, all he relies on is his resolute character and unparalleled talent in martial arts, so terrifying, but also so charming.

This reminded her of the teenager's previous question, "What kind of person is she?"

What kind of person is the master?

An extremely beautiful figure appeared in Mo San's mind, but it's a pity that his appearance and facial features have become blurred with the passage of time.But she felt that the boy and the pavilion master were very similar, they were the same kind of people, equally decisive and stubborn, equally intelligent and extreme, in the end, the boy's burnt face even merged with the pavilion master's distant back.Mo San thought sadly that such a person would not end well.

In fact, a long, long time ago, in those days when white pigeons were used to deliver letters, Mo San and Duan Qingling could already be regarded as each other's first love from a certain point of view.However, what Duan Qingling fell in love with was only his brother's knife, while what Mo San was attached to was the tenderness and cowardice she had abandoned.

***

"It's time to kill!" Someone said in the Young Pavilion Master's wing, with eyes full of tears.