cold wings

The dark clouds have faded, and the loneliness is empty.

The withered flowers fell on the silver robe of the evil man, flashing a illusory color, and the flying corners of the clothes were rendered with silver light, embellished layer by layer, extremely bewitching and enchanting.

Qingyu stood behind Bingyixuan, looking at the blood on the corner of the fluttering clothes, feeling heavy in her heart.

Today her palace lord left in clean clothes and returned in blood.She knew that the deep forest of monsters would be stained with blood today, and Bing Yixuan's tireless bloodthirsty was also hurting herself.

During the day, Bingyixuan could calmly put away all the suffering in front of Mu Han as if nothing had happened, but at night, he could no longer hide it, and could no longer bear it.

Bingyixuan at night is a Shura devil who has fallen into hell, a flower of demonic poison that blooms wildly in the dark night, without calmness, hesitation, and conscience of a shred of humanity, except for bloodthirsty killings, Bingyixuan can no longer see the past. elegance.

His palace lord is really crazy... With long silver hair fluttering in the wind, Bing Yixuan said coldly: "Qingyu, go to the Star Palace and invite the elders of the Spirit Realm to come over."

The icy Xingyue Palace was desolate, shrouded in clouds and mist, as cold as a wound.

In the Moon Chasing Pavilion, the man in blue sat quietly on the soft couch, his long demon blue hair poured down, and his dark blue eyes were as charming as the sea on his snowy and demon face.

Mu Han slowly opened his eyes, and at that moment, the whole bedroom seemed to be instantly lit up.

"Is something wrong?" The hoarse voice escaped from the thin pale lips, but it did not lose its majesty.

The white-clothed guard bit his lip and knelt down on one knee, not daring to look up into those blue eyes, "My lord! The Mu family, the Gong family, the Tianzhi Zhang family, the Qu family, the Dizhi Fang family and many other people have gathered at Xingyue In the mainland, say..."

Blue eyes narrowed dangerously: "Say what?"

"Speaking of today, the Palace Master has to hand over the control of the Xingyue Palace and the lives of the Young Master and the Palace Master no matter what..." The white-clothed guard clenched his fists and did not continue.

A contemptuous and sarcastic smile curled up on Mu Han's lips.

It must be the news from the Feng family, otherwise, those so-called famous families would never have the guts to demand their lives.

Lan Ye's eyes flashed with a cold and evil luster: "Tell Bi Lin and Jing Feng to go to the spirit formation to guard, and anyone who dares to step into the Xingyue Palace will be killed without mercy!"

The guards in white retreated respectfully, and couldn't bear to stay in Zhuyue Pavilion for a moment longer.

The breeze was bleak, blowing away the tear stains on Qingyu's cheeks again and again, she stepped into the Moon-chasing Pavilion with a bowl of medicine, her hands trembling non-stop.

The blood-stained scene always came to mind, hitting Qingyu's heart again and again, when Qingyu finally had the courage to look up at Mu Han, the unstoppable tears slipped down again.

For several nights in a row, whenever she passed by the door of Chasing Moon Pavilion, she could clearly hear the sound of breaking inside. Qingyu could no longer imagine that her inconceivably cold and arrogant young master was holding back behind everyone's backs. How many inhuman tortures... The crystal blue blood left on the ground was extremely ferocious, and the sapphire trembling lips tried to avoid the untouched blue eyes.

Because Qingyu is afraid that her emotions will be exposed in Mu Han's eyes, and she is even more afraid that Mu Han will mistakenly think that those eyes are pity and sympathy for him.

"What's the matter?" Mu Han looked at Qingyu coldly, his brows were slightly tightened, and his blue eyes were covered with frost.

Qingyu forced a faint smile: "It's just the medicine that Palace Master ordered Qingyu to send!"

"Enough, you go down first!" Mu Han no longer looked at Qingyu, his voice was still indifferent.

Qingyu buried her head and left slowly, but was stopped by Mu Han.

"What's the matter, son?"

Mu Han raised his eyes slightly, his originally calm and cold blue eyes suddenly became uneasy, his voice was no longer cold, "Qingyu, if one day... I'm gone..."

"My lord!" Qing Yu knelt down in front of Mu Han, shaking her head desperately, with uncontrollable sadness flowing in her heart, "There won't be that day, there will never be that day..."

Mu Han closed his eyes, and frowned in displeasure: "If you cry again, I'll kill you! When did you become so fragile?!"

Qingyu bit her lips, trying her best to suppress the trembling in her heart, the last drop of tear condensed on the ground, no longer blooming, but her calm words trembled slightly: "Please tell me, my lord."

The long eyelashes drooped down, covering the enchanting blue eyes, Mu Han said indifferently: "If that day really comes, please take good care of Xuan's side!"

"My lord..." Qingyu's voice trembled uncomfortably again.

"Go!"

Qingyu didn't say much anymore, still sticking to her respectful posture, she said with difficulty: "Qingyu will keep it in my heart!" Then she turned and left.

The frost in the gloomy room fell suddenly, and the crystal blue blood dripped from the corners of Mu Han's lips uncontrollably, blooming one by one, unstoppable.

The faintly infiltrated crystal blue also began to grow on the ground, Mu Han looked at the scenery around him, and the smile on the corner of his lips was as calm as the wind.

To think...you're going to leave here so soon...In front of the Xingyue Palace, corpses are strewn across the field, blood is flowing like rivers, it's extremely miserable.

The children of the elders of the eight major families and many casual cultivators gathered in the only passage leading to the Xingyue Palace - the Spiritual Array. Everyone's face was full of hatred and murder.