"Then why don't you stop it? She's your daughter. Mu Yunxuan is also the last hope of nightmare."

Bai Qingjun's tone was slightly angry.

Mo Yuntian glanced at him.

"I have no ability to stop, heaven and earth, in the powerful cultivation, but the love in the Phoenix Jue Yin."

Feng Jueyin, is also his hope, but he can not afford to wait, a hundred years of waiting, endless missing to lonely let him decide to go against the sky.

Yan'er, if you can't save Mo'er, you don't want to wake up even if you are resurrected.

So I chose Mo'er, I know you won't blame me. Many things are arranged freely.

"So, the girl's next life, promised in Murong Shaofeng's life?"

Bai Qingjun asked him in a cold voice.

"Qing Jun, I go against the sky, and I have lost the ability to spy on the heaven."

Mo Yuntian's faint smile, his daughter, no matter what life, love will get a good end, but the love road is a little rough, no matter who he is with, his only hope as a father is that his daughter can live a happy life.

"Murong Shaofeng, isn't it also against the weather?"

Bai Qingjun's tone was a little cold, and the patient in his eyes made people see his real ideas.

"Great love is boundless. It can't go against the sky. If it goes against the sky, the Phoenix will never sing, even if it is immortal."

Bai Qingjun instantly looked at Mo Yuntian's eyes with no waves of ancient water. He was so surprised and angry that he didn't care!

Feng jueying is indeed a unique Xuanqi. Few people know it between heaven and earth.

Ha ha! Bai Qingjun smiles in his heart.

To let Murong Shaofeng that smelly boy picked up a bargain.

"The power of Feng Jueyin is great. Even a drop of blood can make Murong Shaofeng sleep three days and three nights on a thousand year old cold bed. He gouges out the pain of his heart like a bayonet, but he doesn't even wrinkle his brow. His face is full of hope for the happiness of the next life."

"That's why you are so calm. Don't forget that the girl's happiness now is the result of nightmare's soul stirring."

Bai Qingjun's handsome face is still moody.

"Qing Jun, your mood has changed a lot today. It's fate that you are doomed to die. It's beyond our control. The only trace of essence in the nightmare can't do anything about it. I can't do anything about it."

Can Mu Yunxuan eyeground that suddenly appears blue light how to return a responsibility?

Nightmare, let go of Jianmo, also let go of yourself!

Mo Yuntian sighed at the bottom of his heart.

At the same time, Bai Qingjun took a long breath. Could he do nothing or not?

"I'm going to see xiner."

Bai Qingjun shakes his sleeve and leaves.

Mo Yuntian side, looking at the figure of his leaving, deep eyes.

Mo Yuntian transforms the picture to Murong Shaofeng, who sleeps on a bed of ice for thousands of years.

He quickly turns into a wisp of white smoke and melts into the crystal ball.

In a flash, they came to Murong Shaofeng's side.

Looking at Murong Shaofeng, who frowns with pain on the ice couch and turns white at the corners of his lips.

He sighed faintly.

Under the blood oath, Murong Shaofeng's accomplishments were exhausted. Naturally, there was no cultivation to resist the heartrending pain. In the past three days, the pain could kill him.

"Who are you?"

Zhu Yan roared! He came in with a pill box in his hand and was about to give Murong Shaofeng pain relief.

"The pills in your hand can't do any pain relief for him."

"What can you do to save the emperor?"

Zhu Yan looked at Mo Yuntian with silver hair. His tone was inexplicably respectful.

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