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Mo Yang laughed blatantly.

"Mo Yang, Mo Yang, have you forgotten? Is our last school taboo martial arts? Ha ha... " Zhang Xian also smiles, but he smiles more happily.

He has been waiting for this moment for a long time.

For many years, that kind of secret life has tired him. Now it's a good idea to leave this world and go to another world to meet binghun.

"Don't try to intimidate me!"

Mo Yang disdained to say, but the speech has not just is so full of confidence.

Zhang Xian's body is more and more bright, just like a sun, giving out hot and dazzling light, which seems to be the same as the move of resisting Nangong Hao just now.

Zhang Xian said with a relaxed smile: "since you don't believe it, I'll tell you. As early as a thousand years ago, when we Mohists retired, we roumo had already calculated that now roumo would perish in a thousand years, and soon after roumo's demise, GangMo could not escape the fate of its demise and finally die I just didn't expect that these things would happen to me. As for roumo's taboo martial arts, it's soul dismemberment, which is specially developed to deal with you. Go to hell with me! "

Finally, Zhang Xian's body burst out a dazzling light.

I only heard the roar of Mo Yang, and it seemed that I suffered a lot.

"Yue'er, you must live well. Don't think about revenge. If you don't like here, leave and do something you want to do." Zhang Xian's face is distorted, but the tone is very relaxed.

Mo Xianyue was already in tears. She shook her head and said capriciously: "brother Zhang, Yueer doesn't want you to die Don't... "

But Zhang Xian said with a smile: "silly moon, death is the best relief for brother Zhang, OK! You have to be obedient. "

Then he said to Nangong Hao, who was standing on the side of the guard: "boy, take good care of Yueer for me, or I will not let you go as a ghost."

When Nangong Hao heard Zhang Xian's words, he didn't want to make any statement, but the ghost envoy nodded his head, but then he looked at Mo Xianyue in amazement, and found that the latter didn't find his action, so his heart dropped again.

Now that he has chosen to separate from her.

Then he can't be soft hearted, but he can't refuse to do what he promised others, so he has to think of an idea in his heart. After that, if Mo Xianyue wants to live in the palace, let her live in the palace.

As long as he is there, Mo Xianyue will never be bullied.

If Mo Xianyue doesn't want to, give her what she needs and enough silver to let her leave, and never know her again.

See South Temple Hao nod, Zhang Xian's heart also put down.

He said with a smile, "well, no more! It's time for brother Zhang to go too. It's just a pity that he can't see the day when you get married... "

"Ah..." Zhang Xian's body roared like a dragon

As soon as Zhang Xian's face changed, he yelled, "do you want to run? It's not that easy! "

Then he didn't know what to do, and a mysterious array appeared next to him.

In the middle of the array, a phoenix slowly emerges

The fierce fire started, and another person's twisted face appeared in Zhang Xian's body.

Ink string month surprised cover small mouth, dare not to look inside the fire.

Because that person is the soul of her father's Mo Yang.

She couldn't bear it.

Their own family, but in front of their own killing each other.

The fire is more and more fierce, Zhang Xian has become the whole fireman.

She saw that the shape of Mo Yang's face was becoming more and more deformed and less human.

Her heart a soft, heart a horizontal way: "all dead, since all dead, then I live in this world what meaning, let me also leave, leave this prosperous world."

Once upon a time, the scenes with Nangong Hao reappeared.

She walked to Zhang Xian like a walking corpse, and then rushed over.

Maybe it's a relief

"Puda..."

There is no anticipated heat, no imagined pain.

She only felt a flash of heat in her head, and then cool again.

Mo Xianyue unexpectedly pours on Zhang Xian who has been standing in the same place.

She slowly opened her eyes, looking at the front of everything is still the same, ruins or ruins, Nangong Hao stood not far away from her, looking at her strangely.

The only difference is that Zhang Xian's fire is gone.

Fire, how can there be no fire?

Mo Xianyue is strange in her heart, but she doesn't know that Zhang Xian's moves are not real at all. It's a way to melt the soul, so what she burns is not a physical thing, but a human soul. Mo Xianyue's push pushes Zhang Xian out of the rosefinch array.The rosefinch array lost the support of the caster, and finally disappeared, so the ink string moon only melted for a moment, and had no effect at all.

All of a sudden, there was no wind around her, and dust rose all over the ground. But in such a moment, it returned to its original state. If I didn't look carefully, I thought it was an illusion!

Don't know how long, ink string month Leng Leng Leng kneel in front of Zhang Xian, not that she doesn't want to leave, but head a blank, don't know what to do?

It's like life is meaningless!

No tears, no crying, just quiet

Cry so much, a lot of things have been numb.

Seeing this, Nangong Hao sighed in his heart, and then summoned a few guards who had just arrived, and told them to carry Zhang Xian down. Then he walked slowly to Mo Xian's side, afraid to wake up Mo Xian moon.

"Let's go." Nangong Hao looked at Zhang Xian's body has been carried down by the guards, and then sighed and said to the ink string moon like a puppet.

"Pa..."

Very small, very clear voice, a drop of tears across the chin of ink string moon fell to the ground.

Seeing this, a palace maid was about to pass a handkerchief to Mo Xianyue, but she was intercepted by Nangong Hao.

Nangong Hao took the handkerchief, motioned the maid to leave, and then personally handed the handkerchief to Mo Xianyue.

"Pa..."

A crisp slap.

With this sound, a white silk handkerchief fell to the ground, stained with dust on the ground

After Mo Xianyue clapped Nangong Hao's hand, she slowly stood up, followed the direction that the guard carried Zhang Xian down, and staggered down.

Looking at Mo Xianyue's depressed back, Nangong Hao's mind flashed scenes of memories about the owner of the shadow, and the intimacy of the two people hugging each other Look at each other and smile at each other The sadness of misunderstanding each other turns into a violent quarrel But in the end it came the same way.

He always firmly believes that as long as he loves, he can face everything without fear, but in the end, it makes his heart cold

It's too cold!

With so many beautiful memories, in the end, but still can not escape the tease of fate, or to separate

Maybe

Maybe as long as he opens his mouth, maybe they can still hold each other tightly as before.

But he couldn't open his mouth. His throat seemed to be tightly pinched, which made him unable to penetrate.

Taoist temple.

Keep meditating Moyang slowly open your eyes and look at the big one written in front of you: Tao!

All of a sudden, his face changed dramatically and became as white as a dead man. Wow, a black blood sprayed on the word.

After not knowing how long, he slowly spit out a sentence: "what is Tao?"

In a twinkling of an eye, two days passed. In these two days, Mo Xianyue has been staying in her room and refuses to come out. She doesn't want to talk and doesn't want to see anyone.

In these two days, Nangong Hao came to see her alone several times, but he didn't see Mo Xianyue himself, and he refused to call, so even Nangong Hao had to shut the door, let alone persuade the maids who serve Mo Xianyue.

The whole two days, ink string month can be said to be dripping water did not enter, a meal did not eat, at least Nangong Hao see is like this.

People, how can we not eat?

The more ink string moon treats herself like this, Nangong Hao feels as if she owes a lot to ink string moon.

Damn, it's him who really needs comfort.

Yes, Zhang Xian and binghun are dead, but his original wound is not healed. How can he pull the bottom to see her.

Doesn't she know how to explain and apologize?

Why is she so proud all the time?

Nangong Hao is more and more anxious, but she can't do something extraordinary to treat her. She lost two close relatives in the same day. She must be very vulnerable and can't be hit by anything.

Nangong Hao sat on the comfortable reclining chair and thought about it, but the more comfortable the reclining chair was, the more he couldn't sit down. After painstaking thinking, he stood up, and then kicked the stool into the corner, swearing: "this dead woman, so don't cherish her body, don't you know someone is worried about her?"

I don't know why, he is always easy to get angry about her.

After swearing a few words, Nangong Hao felt that he was not happy enough. When he went to the corner, he kicked the recliner again. Until the recliner was beyond recognition, he felt that the sullen air in his heart was swept away.

Has been waiting at the door, heard the movement, quickly ran in the small noble son to see the fury of Nangong Hao, the atmosphere dare not out, trembling to one side.

Nangong Hao finished venting. He was not as angry as before. He turned around and saw the little noble son. He didn't feel surprised. He just asked casually, "go and bring the prince's precious wine here. The prince will be drunk tonight!""This..." The little noble son hesitated, because every time Nangong Hao had something to worry about, he would drink wine. Drinking too much wine was bad for his health. Of course, the little noble son knew that, but he didn't dare to disobey Nangong Hao's order, so he hesitated to go out.

Soon the maid in waiting came in and cleaned out the couch.

The little noble son also came back soon, with a small jar of 300 year old daughter Hong in his arms.

When he was about to pour a cup, Nangong Hao grabbed the wine in his hand and poured it fiercely. Then he said, "the wine is good, but I'm in a bad mood..."

The little noble son stands at one side, waiting for the order of Nangong Hao.

After drinking a mouthful of wine, Nangong Hao slowly narrowed his eyes and said to the little noble son: "the action is so bad. Have you been a eunuch for a long time and can't serve people? Want to go home and farm? "

Nangong Hao's words are like a slap in the face, which makes the little noble son dizzy.

Scared, the little noble son knelt on the ground and begged for mercy: "Your Highness, be kind! Your highness, be gracious! There is an old man on the small one... "

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