Kite falling into red dust

"Red..." Nangong Jin hesitated and opened his mouth, but swallowed all the words behind.Looking at that tired and slender figure, tears suddenly fell down. "Come on," Ling Jiao took his shoulders, "Your house is waiting for you impatiently."

The heavy snow fell one after another, covering the bloodstains, but it couldn't cover the scars in my heart, because no matter how heavy the snow was, it would eventually melt.

Those who lost their lives in this battle did not know that this was the last snow of the winter.

Luo Hongyuan sat on the horse, lowered her head, and remained silent.Mo Yuan rode another horse and walked beside him, watching the road while staring at him from the corner of his eye, for fear that he would suddenly repent and run away with light work.

"Why did you agree?" Mo Yuan asked. "Just like what I said to Ling Jiao, there are some things that I need to settle with that person." Luo Hongyuan turned her head and glanced at him, "Thank you." "Thank you for what?" He asked puzzled.

"Thank you for letting my sister and me go."

"No, in fact, I should also thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have the courage to leave Wujian in the end. I might still be a cold-blooded demon who kills people without blinking an eye."

"Devil?" Luo Hongyuan sneered, "You and I, we are just a tool."

Mo Yuan grabbed the reins, drove the horse closer to him, and said in a low voice, "Did you kill Baili Chunfeng?"

"I hope so."

"You mean, it's possible he's still alive?"

Luo Hongyuan lowered her face with a gloomy expression, "It doesn't matter whether you die or live."

"It doesn't matter? Don't you hate him?" Mo Yuan asked in surprise.

He raised his head and looked at the fiery red setting sun in the distance, with endless loneliness in his eyes, "When I stabbed the sword into his body and saw the blood splattering out, I suddenly realized that my love for him The hatred is gone."

"Don't you want to destroy Infinity?"

"Is it just me?" He sneered, "Killing Baili Chunfeng was just a fluke, you and I both know how many masters there are in Wujian City, the former Wujian City Master Mrs. You, the Bloody Clothes Hall Master Lone Wolf, Xuanyi Hall Master Leng Yue, Xuanyitang protector Kingfisher, and the three elders, I can’t beat any one of them, and you still want to destroy the entire sect?" He turned to look at Mo Yuan, "Did you figure it out a long time ago, so you never tried it? Revenge on Wujian?"

Mo Yuan sighed lightly, and said, "It's not too late for you to figure it out now." He showed a wry smile, and said, "During this time, I often wondered if my sister wouldn't have chosen to take revenge. will die?"

Mo Yuan was thinking about how to answer him, but saw him stop his horse suddenly, and looked at an inn beside the road, "I'm tired, let's go after a night of rest." Mo Yuan dared not say no, because he It looked like it was about to fall down at any moment.

They asked for a room, Mo Yuan slept on the floor, and Luo Hongyuan slept on the bed.

Not long after, Luo Hongyuan fell into a deep sleep, as if exhausted.

Mo Yuan didn't sleep, firstly to ensure that Luo Hongyuan would not run away, and secondly, he couldn't fall asleep either, replaying the scene when he expressed his heart to Xiao Langhao that day over and over again in his mind.Originally, he thought that this trip would be a head-on confrontation with Baili Chunfeng, and it must be a disaster, so he impulsively said what he had kept in his heart for three years.

Now that he is not dead, thinking of going back to face Xiao Langhao, he, who is not even afraid of death, fell into deep melancholy.

"Mo Yuan's Flying Pigeon is here." Murong Mingyu closed the window, read the letter in his hand, and turned around, "He will be back tomorrow night, you can rest assured to go home and sleep?" Xiao Langhao crossed his legs Sitting on the floor mat, with a tray of snacks in his hand, he chewed and said, "Your Majesty, that's the opposite. I'm here to accompany you, okay?"

"Accompany the widow?" Murong Mingyu sat down with a helpless expression on his face, "The widow just asked you if Mo Yuan told you where he was going before he left, and you blamed the widow for making you sleep badly. Run here!" He glanced at the empty plate put down by Xiao Langhao, sighed, and said: "It's been three days, how many dim sums you have eaten, the amount in the harem for a month is not as much as you ate in these three nights There are many."

"That's because there is only one queen and two concubines in His Majesty's harem, and all of them are as thin as a bamboo pole." Xiao Langhao licked the snack dregs on his fingers, and took another sip of tea from the teacup, " But the dim sum in the palace is really good, can you lend me the imperial chef who makes dim sum for a few days, and teach me the chefs in the house?" "You can borrow it, but..." His eyes rolled, and the corners of his mouth curled up. With a sly smile, "Mo Yuan loves the sesame paste made by this imperial chef the most. If he lends it to you, he can only eat it at the house."