Chapter 1787

"Uncle he, what about Uncle night? The devil of life and death has gathered together. "

All Suzie's hopes are gathered on the magic map of life and death.

He hoped that the life and Death Magic chart could help his mother.

"QingHan is accompanying his grandfather. I'll let QingHan go to mingyuexuan. Qier, you can go back to mingyuexuan and wait."

Suzy nodded and pulled xiner.

Looking at Xin'er is still in tears, his heart is more painful!

He said softly, "Xin'er, don't be afraid. Do you have a brother?"

Xiner is very fragile, no matter when, they are always so gentle to xiner.

"Well!" Xin'er wiped away her tears and her brothers came back. It's so nice!

"Grandma, grandfather, Qi'er takes Xin'er back to mingyuexuan first."

"Qi Er, let's go together."

Mo Yuntian walks over and picks up Xin'er.

Just about to leave, I suddenly think of Yongyi.

Suqi looks at he Yunting.

"Uncle he, this is uncle Yongyi. Please arrange a place for uncle Yongyi!"

"Good!" He Yunting nodded, looked at Yongyi, and said hello to each other.

Don't be in the courtyard outside the city!

Murong Shaofeng is standing under the maple leaf tree in the yard of other courtyard. Under the tree, there is a thick layer of red maple leaves.

And Murong Shaofeng white robes formed a sharp contrast.

His big figure was too cold to get close to at the moment.

Murong Shaofeng's eyes are sad, a handsome face is very haggard, lost the glory of the past, a few days, he haggard a lot.

Worry, fear, emptiness were tearing at his heart all the time.

After not seeing her, he would be so flustered and frightened.

He had thought that after the event of Feng Jueyin, he could really put it down.

I didn't expect that he never put it down.

He Yunting is also worried about Murong Shaofeng. After explaining the night light cold, he ran to the other courtyard of Murong Shaofeng in a hurry.

Zhu Yan waited on him. They said what they should and shouldn't say, but the emperor couldn't listen to anything.

Alone in their own world sad, sink.

Looking at his back, Shao Ting Feng walked behind him.

His heart began to ache.

He knows Shaofeng is the most painful at the moment, but after that, they may have to face more pain!

"Shaofeng." He Yunting's voice trembled.

Why doesn't he even know it himself.

Murong Shaofeng slowly back, once warm eyes, there is no trace of soft light.

Only heartbreaking sadness!

"Why did you come?"

Slightly moved his leg, suddenly found no strength, his leg numb.

Unable to move, he stood where he was.

"I'll come and see you."

He Yunting pulls a lip to smile, suddenly found nothing to say.

No matter what you say, it is so pale and powerless.

Shaofeng's heart to Mo Mo is beyond everything.

Murong Shaofeng is silent! Quietly looking at the distance.

"Do you want a drink? I've brought your favorite osmanthus wine. "

Now the only thing I can do seems to be to accompany him to get drunk.

After a long time, Murong Shaofeng did not say a word.

He Yunting is about to turn around and leave.

"Have a few drinks then."

The light voice has no waves.

It seems that they will make do with it or want to get drunk.

"Zhu Yan, bring a table here."

Murong Shaofeng doesn't want to move. His legs are numb.

Zhu Yan was relieved for a moment.

The emperor has been standing since last night.

He had no way to deal with him. Now childe he came, and his heart fell in an instant.

The cold wind blows, hits on the face, has a piercing coolness.

Murong Shaofeng's painful heart gradually sobered up.

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