Chapter 1293

History books can only record that a so-called flood engulfed the whole summer palace, and people could not make a cry of panic, and they had lost their lives.

That night, the late comer finally returned to the place he had promised to return.

Zhiwei kneels on the ground, with corpses all over his eyes. His white clothes are dirty. In front of him, he finds the corpse with difficulty. He feels that someone is coming behind him, but he doesn't look back. He asks: "why don't you come back to save her?"

The man in white did not answer. He put his cold body in his arms, and the girl he was holding now would never call his name sweetly.

"Master, you can save her..." Zhiwei asked in a loud voice: "isn't the life of Xiafu human life? How can you give them up? "

He looked down at the people in his arms, holding people more tightly in silence.

Mo Qing buried all the people in Xia's mansion, but he didn't bury the scenery. Xiaozhiwei stayed with his master for a long time in the dilapidated Xiafu. Until the last day, he looked at the silent master as if he had made some determination. He preserved the scenery body with the skill, and walked outside the door with the body of scenery.

"Master, what do you want to do?" Zhiwei pursues to the door, he feels bad in his heart, and now, he just wants the scenery to be safe.

Mo Qing's footsteps a meal, for a long time did not open his mouth, finally said the first sentence, "you first return to the immortal gate."

He disappeared with the scenery.

And the scenery that wakes up again, already is as the female ghost of Heifeng mountain and exists.

The scenery opened her eyes, and the snow in Linglong pool was still there. The old man in front of her was still there. She moved her lips. She made a dry voice, "Zhiwei?"

"It's me." The old man laughed and said, "long time no see."

"When you were so young..." Scenery handle than in the waist, as if the next generation said: "I do, forget too long."

She remembered everything, the memory of being together with Mo Qing 300 years ago, and after she became a ghost girl, she set up steles for the people in her heart. Because the days of being a ghost were too boring, she made a doll for every dead person. Later With the passage of time, even if she does not want to, she will slowly forget many things, and even to the end, she can not help creating a world of her own.

"Zhiwei, take me to see him."

Zhiwei didn't ask who he was. In the end, she could see both Mo Qing and Mo Qing. He withdrew the border, took the scenery to resist the wind and came to a magnificent hall.

This is the residence of Mo Qing and the most fragrant place in the whole Xianmen gate. It should have been the place with the most immortal spirit, but now it has a lot of yin and cold air.

When he stepped into the hall, a sword light came straight to Zhiwei. Although Zhiwei reacted quickly and blocked it with a brush, the power of the sword light did not decrease. When he was about to pierce his body, the scenery blocked Zhiwei's body.

The shadow of the sword, only a centimeter away from her, stopped.

The atmosphere in the hall became more treacherous.

The shadow of the sword disappeared, and a person's voice sounded from the dark, "why don't you wait for the scenery? After a while, I'll find you."

"By then, it will be too late." The scenery calm said: "I did not think that you will know micro hand."

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