Reason told Hu Yueru that she should drive him away, but facing his serious look, she instinctively felt that he came this time to say goodbye to her.

Maybe in the future, he and her will never see each other again.

Hu Yueru turned sideways, "I saved you, but I just don't want to ignore death for no reason. If I knew from the beginning that saving you would bring me such a big trouble, even if you died in front of me on the spot, I would not Will take a look at you.

You don't have to thank me, let alone remember my kindness. "

She paused for a moment, and she didn't know what kind of psychology it was, she said: "You are such an oily person, who knows how many women have said similar things.

As long as the person who saved you is someone else, maybe you will agree with him with your body, but it just happened to be met by me. "

Mo Chengyue: "..."

Mo Chengyue was stunned for a moment, it was really rare for her to talk to him so much again, the number of times she was treated like this can be counted on one hand.

The smile in Mo Chengyue's eyes spread like ink, and when he looked at her, he was as gentle as water: "No."

Hu Yueru looked up at him.

Mo Chengyue laughed lowly: "No, I have been saved by many people since I grew up so big, but you are the only one who gave me the idea of ​​making a promise with my body."

Hu Yueru's face was still cold and clear, showing no signs of happiness or anger.

Mo Chengyue continued: "If I can come back safely, I will take you away if you don't want to be the saint of this palace of saints, how about it?"

Hu Yueru's eyes moved slightly, but she remained silent.

Mo Chengyue began to talk to himself again: "If I can't come back, as long as you are willing, someone will still help you get out of here.

There are so many worlds, what do you want to escape, you don’t have to stay in Yuecheng to be a saint, you can also go to other places, such as Jincheng, such as Yuncheng, where the mountains and rivers are beautiful, rich and prosperous, you will definitely like it of......"

The beep sounded.

The masseter muscles on the side of Mo Chengyue's face tightened, she stood up straight, and stared at the person in front of her: "I'm leaving."

Hu Yueru stood up.

Mo Chengyue took two steps in her direction, "Can I hug you?"

Hu Yueru remained silent, although she didn't agree, she didn't refuse either.

Mo Chengyue paused: "I don't seem to have the position to make such excessive demands on you."

He turned around, returned to the window again, and stroked the jade flute on the table with his fingertips: "In my life, the only woman I have ever liked is you!"

He opened the window, turned his head for the last time, and glanced at Hu Yueru, as if he wanted to engrave that stunning face on his heart.

He waited for her quietly, hoping that she would open her mouth to say something to him, but it was in vain after all, her face was cold, calm and self-possessed as always, without saying a word.

Mo Chengyue sighed silently in her heart, jumped out of the bedroom, and quickly disappeared into the night.

Hu Yueru chased to the window, facing the vast night sky, said slowly, "May you return safely!"

As she spoke, tears rolled down suddenly, and there was a trace of resentment in her tone: "It's been so long, you never told me your real identity, how can I trust you calmly?"

She picked up the jade flute on the table, stroked the jade flute with her fingertips, pressed the jade flute to the corner of her lips, and played "Acacia".

In the distance, there was a melodious flute sound, Mo Chengyue stopped, glanced at the sacred palace, a smile appeared on the corner of his lips: "It seems that I am still in your heart, more or less Some positions, so I am satisfied!"

Soon, the figure of the man moved forward quickly, and the figure was quickly swallowed by the darkness...