Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen shook his head at Xiaomo, and Xiaomo nodded obediently and did not speak. (.) Ye Wuchen fell from the air, silently, and fell in front of the cold cliff. Cold Cliff did not see his appearance at all, until the body was about to hit Ye Wuchen, then stopped, and looked at the people in front of him with indifference.

In the face of Ye Wuchen, he had no surprises, no expression, no sound, no turbulence in his eyes, as if he was in front of him, it was a stone wall that was ordinary.

"Cold cliff, what happened?" Ye Wuchen asked with a very gentle voice. His heart is dead... What he brought to him is also a dark breath of death. And he walked alone out of the lost land, meaning that he was a person who took out the Northern Emperor Sect and took out the Yanshen Sands.

"Pinger...dead...screen...dead..." He whispered intermittently, stepping forward, bypassing Ye Wuchen's body, stepping into the trembling footsteps, like an old man with a raging age Go forward. He didn't know what he was going to do and what to do.

Screen...

In his arms, he was a woman he had never seen before. He was too young, and his head and blood were blurred, her face was blurred, and he could not see her whole picture. The clothes on his body were also messy... Who is she? ,it is not important. Ye Wuchen looked up at the sky and sighed silently. What happened to the cold cliff, he can already guess.

He can be said to be one of the most understanding of the cold cliffs in the world, knowing the importance of his emotions under his cold and indifferent appearance. There will always be only one of his masters. Even if his master becomes a wicked wicked person and becomes a street shackle, he will never have the slightest change... The same is true of the men and women in his world. The strings of his feelings are completely broken.

Destiny has always been so cruel to him. He is destined to be a person who is unconcerned, lonely, and blood-stained.

Ye Wuchen turned and walked behind him, reaching out and pressing on his shoulder. The words were not exported, and his hand suddenly shrank back. His eyes fell on his palm and fell on the cold cliff.

When he came into contact with the cold cliff body, the icy coldness that passed to his heart was almost exactly the same as when the little foam gave him a soft candy...

"Magic..." Ye Wuchen looked at the back of the cold cliff and whispered softly. On his side, Xiaomo nodded gently, and looked at the cold cliff with his incomprehensible and slightly cloudy eyes.

Ye Wuchen took a step forward and grabbed it on his left shoulder. It still healed with a **** wound in a very fast degree. He whispered: "Let's go back. She is still with you, sneaking at you, and you will definitely want her to see your friends."

If the cold cliffs are unheard of, they are still moving forward step by step. In the face of the cold cliff at this time, Ye Wuchen’s heartache also has a deep sense of powerlessness. Because of the mysterious "blood killing konjac", his feelings are different from ordinary people. He didn't know how to comfort him. Or, comfort will not be of any use to him at all.

"I hurt you... I know so, how can I let you follow me there." Ye Wuchen looked sad and said slowly with a slight voice that only he could hear. The sound was very Dissipate quickly in the wind. Xiaomo turned over and held his hand with his own hands. He whispered: "Hey, you are sad... not too bad, okay?"

Ye Wuchen hangs, smiles at her and gently nods.

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Cursing in the corner of the room, the cold cliff is like a dead corpse, motionless. The eyes were wide open, not the red color when the blood was killed, but it was completely different from the eyes of normal humans, but a dark gray.

He was lying next to the same moving screen. After being brought back to the evil by Ye Wuchen, as long as anyone wants to take the body of Pinger away from him, his blood-killing konjac will suddenly open, releasing the murderous air that makes the air condense and make Yan Tianwei violently move. After leaving the body of the screen, his red eyes disappeared, and the murderousness slowly disappeared.

The intensity of murderousness at the end of the cold cliff is completely incomparable compared to the first time he opened the blood to kill the konjac at the Tianchen Magic Wu Conference. Everyone is silent in his heart... What happened to him in these three days.

In this dark room, he sat from the night, until the dawn, motionless. The door of the room was closed tightly, no one opened it, and no sound came in. Until noon, the door was pushed away from the outside, Ye Wuchen appeared there, did not go in, just look straight into the cold cliff, the eyes are dull as static water.

In the silence of death, the first action was the cold cliff. From the collapsed posture, he raised his head and stood up. Because of his contraction for too long, his body became extremely stiff and he was very slow to get up. He looked up and looked straight at Ye Wuchen's eyes. From his eyes, Ye Wuchen did not see any feelings.

"You didn't let me down." Ye Wuchen said this sentence in a lamented tone.

The cold cliff picked up the screen around him and wiped Ye Wuchen's body out of the door. From beginning to end, there was no sound.

On the empty grass, Ye Wuchen stood behind the cold cliff again. Before, he had been watching silently in the distance, slowly slamming the land with his hands, digging deep and deep, and then put the screen into the resting place that the cold cliff hand-cast for her. He was there, looked at her for a long time, and the hand finally pushed forward in the trembling, letting the fresh earth cover the face that he could never see and never forget.

"Cold cliff." Ye Wuchen said, but in addition to shouting his name, he did not know what to say.

The cold cliff turned and looked at Ye Wuchen with the dead gray eyes that could not see the white eyes: "I will not forget my promise."

He said that his life is his, and he will never change. After one night, he had no sorrow, and after he buried his screen with his hands, he did not have any attachment. Only his heart has become the ash of death with his eyes, and will not change in this life.

Ye Wuchen nodded and he didn't need to say anything more. Cold Cliff is no longer a cold cliff a few days ago. Many of his things have changed, but the profound things in his bones have never changed. This is his attachment and pride.

"Sit down and talk to me about her business." Ye Wuchen pressed down the shoulder of the cold cliff and sat down on the grass, facing the grave that had just been built. Cold Cliff also sat there, looking straight ahead, using his own voice to say plainly: "She is called a screen."

Ye Wuchen slightly nodded and listened to his complaint. In his heart, he firmly remembered the name "Pinger".

"She is the maid of Yan Yanmeng and her sister. She said that Yan Yan dream is no longer in the Northern Emperor Sect. Three years ago, she was pregnant, Yan Yan wanted to force her to knock out her child, she borrowed A heavy snow suddenly falling from the sky, fleeing under the cover of the snow, I don’t know where to go... In order to protect her from leaving, she stopped the chasing of the Yan Xi, and was closed for three years. I was there and met her."

Ye Wuchen: "..."

Cold Cliff uses the soothing voice without emotional fluctuations to tell everything that happened in those days, to every detail, even every sentence, every movement. From the beginning to the end, he maintains the same posture, the same voice, no emotional fluctuations at any one time, just like a story that is unremarkable to others.

The heart is dead, and there will be another emotional agitation. At this point, even if there are thousands of knives on his throat, thousands of poisonous snakes are on his body, and he will not feel any fear.

From day to middle, to the west, to the evening, when the last sentence of the cold cliff ended, Ye Wuchen stood up and dragged a long figure under the sun. In the mouth, silently mourning a word...

snow……

"I will immediately check if there is snow in the Kwai Shui country three years ago!" Going back to the hall, Ye Wuchen said with a silence.

Ten minutes later, he got the answer. Yan Lingluo, who hurriedly returned, said in an incomparable tone: "Master, Kui Shuiguo is hot and humid all year round, the temperature never goes to snow. Don't say three years, it is before. For ten, twenty or thirty years, there has never been snowfall."

Ye Wuchen stood up from his seat and took a few steps back and forth. He turned and said: "Let Chu have to spend more than a few days with Xiaoya, I have to go first."

Snow... is her, she must be her!

"Ah? Master..." Yan bowuo slammed, just shouted, but only to see that Ye Wuchen, who was already anxious, disappeared in a group of white light.

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Tianlongguo, the forgotten corner.

The appearance of Ye Wuchen allowed her to feel his return in the first time. She and Ningxue played with her in the hands of the river, and quickly flew back. When she saw Ye Wuchen’s figure, she hurriedly Fall in the air and put your body in close contact with him.

"Brother, you are finally back." Ningxue cheered with a very happy voice, but did not reveal how worried and anticipating she was these days.

"Is it okay to play in these two days?" Ye Wuchen's hand was attached to Ningxue's left face and his heart's right face. He asked softly, and the little foam around her did not look away, let him not Seeing dissatisfaction on her face.

"Well! These days, my sister and I have turned over the place where my brother and I have been to.... Brother. Is this young lady?" Ningxue curiously looked at the girl brought back to Ye Wuchen. From her body, she felt a vague familiarity. It is difficult for her to remember that she had accidentally met her in the windy country three years ago. He also looked at her and took his eyes back. She recognized her at once, after all, she and Ye Wuchen also met on the street not long ago. As for why she is here, she will not care.

"My name is Xiaomo. Three years ago, we had seen it outside of Tianfeng City." Xiaomo turned his head and twitched his mouth, saying with a slight rejection.

"Well, Cher, remember when we went to Tianfeng City three years ago to find my sister, the little girl who was sprained on the road?" Ye Wuchen bent down and smiled and said to Ningxue.

"Hey?" Ningxue thought for a moment, showing a smile: "Hello, Xiaomo sister, my name is Ningxue."

She remembered the thing three years ago, but it is difficult to remember the look of the little girl three years ago. After all, it was only a short-lived contact that had not happened, and time had been separated for a long time.

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