Chapter 272

Every month, I took a look at the disciples of the Ming moon palace. My heart was desolate. She really didn't belong to the world. So what's the purpose of coming here? Just to meet him?

"Before flowers, it's my luck to meet you in this life. But God is too unfair. It always makes me have and lose."

That day, Mu Hua heard her say this to herself standing at the air outlet. At that moment, his heart was numb. In his life, he has never been so afraid and painful for a moment, and he tasted all these times and thoroughly on that day.

Every month said, "I'm just sad. I didn't fall in love with you earlier. I made you wait so long and lonely so long. If that wedding dress was worn for you, I won't regret it."

Then he saw her figure falling down the cliff with the wind.

That face was engraved in his heart. He remembered that she was smiling. She had always been very beautiful, which made him want to possess and hide as much as possible.

However, she is always unhappy. There are always many people around her. He also knew that she was not a cold-blooded person. Compared with her indifference, she was actually a gentle person in her bones.

But she is too good at disguise. She always hides her true side, which only he can see occasionally.

On that day, Mu Hua knelt at the edge of the cliff. The people around him firmly pressed him. He was still slow and didn't grasp her hand. It rained in the sky, wet his bloodshot eyes and colder his heart.

He could not hear the call of others, even if the people of the dark moon palace called painfully beside him, he could not hear it. At that time, he only heard some broken sound.

……

When he woke up, it was half a month later. He sat quietly by the bed and recalled his smiling face every month. The people who came in looked at him, then shook his head and left with a sigh.

At night, he went out and came to the place where he healed her that day. The house was the same as before, and he didn't move a bit, which he ordered.

Before leaving, his heart was full of passion and warmth. When he came back again, his heart was cold, as in the cold cave, pain swept his body and mind wantonly.

He clearly remembered her every word and every action. Only now did he know what it was like to be engraved on his heart.

When the wind blew, a man quietly knelt on the ground, "my subordinates are incompetent. I didn't find the body of the leader of the Mingyue palace. I only found an ink jade under the cliff." the visitor presented it to him.

"Keep looking, no matter how long." after receiving Mo Yu, his faint tone made people can't hear anything, but only familiar people know how deep the pain in his heart is at the moment.

The man hesitated and seemed to want to say something, but looking at the lonely back, he didn't say it at last. He just replied: "yes..."

After a long time, he turned to another yard. In the house, a strong smell of medicine came to his nose. He had been used to it for more than ten years, but now he was very annoying.

Han Ling sat blankly at the table. Just half a month ago, she lost two most important people in her life at the same time, one is every month and the other is cold autumn.

They had no ability to resist and protect themselves. Not only lengqiu died, but also all of them were seriously injured. Even she hasn't recovered yet. She couldn't accept the fact that every month she died. She always felt that she was still alive, not to mention that the body had not been found. Why should she say she was dead.

So she didn't cry at all.

When Mu Hua came forward, the cold spirit he saw was like this. He was also familiar with the girl. When he saw her now, it was more heartache and heartache for his moon.

"This is what I'm looking for under the cliff. It should be the symbol of the dark moon palace. Take it away." Mu Huaqian handed the black jade in his hand to Han Ling.

Cold Ling turned his eyes and saw this black jade. This is the black jade card of the dark moon palace, a symbol of the identity of the palace master and a symbol of power.

Is this the only brand now? What about people? There are some dry dark blood stains on it. She heard from her subordinates. There are many beasts under the cliff, and there are also some blood stains and rags. However, she still doesn't believe that the palace master will leave so soon.

Finally, she couldn't help crying. It was a heartrending cry. Even if the palace leader fell into the devil, she still remembered her and didn't lay a hand on her. If she hadn't stopped a sword for her, she might not have died. No, she certainly wouldn't have died.

The tears dropped on the table, quickly gathered into a stream, then overflowed the table, and finally fell on her legs, wet

Mu Hua turned around in front of him and quietly stepped out of the door. The lights pulled him away, lonely and indifferent.

Chen Jiu stood outside the door and looked at the cold spirit crying into tears. His eyebrows wrinkled slightly. Finally, he came forward and handed her a silk handkerchief, but no one picked him up, so he put it on the table and left.

Before Mu Hua returned to Westinghouse, where he once lived every month. As soon as he entered, he saw a figure coming, took two pots of wine, put it on the steps, and sat down with him.

Su Yun said, "are you interested in a drink?"

Mu Hua didn't refuse or want to refuse. He sat down with him silently. At this time, the night was thick and the moonlight was just right.

Every month, they raised the jar and drank silently.

Bai Lian finally looked at the two intoxicated people and couldn't help returning to her yard with the wine. However, no one found that the tears in the eyes of the two men who drank freely were so obvious in the moonlight and fell with the wine at the corners of their mouths. feeble.

After a few more days, the old miracle doctor was almost tired. When he lay down, their injuries were almost the same. They didn't stay much. Han Ling left with Su Yun and Chen Jiu. As for Bai Lian, she went back to Cangnan sect to settle the remains of her master. Mu Hua was still in the valley before. When they came to say goodbye, they just glanced at her.

It seems that no one can get into his eyes now.

Han Ling pursed his lips and turned away.

On April 4, there was a drizzle in the sky. Under a cliff in Heishuigou, after several people left, two people came to a tombstone.

The man said, "come and see the moon! She used to hurt you most."

In front of the tombstone, angelica lost her voice and cried bitterly. She held the tombstone for a long time. The rain wet her long hair, wet her clothes, and wet the clothes of another man.

There was a blur in front of him, and warm things flowed down his cheeks and the rain. Only in this way could he cry openly. Only in this way can he not be found and his fragile side not be found.