But the next second, Xuanyuan Moye's cold palm suddenly stopped the next movement, lowered his head and laughed in a low voice: "Ling Mulao, you win!"

After saying that, the figure moved together, and the black robe turned around and disappeared into the night.

Ling Mulao subconsciously tightened the clothes around her chest, curled up in one place to find a sense of security, and her tears flowed more violently.

Although she was aggrieved and ashamed, Xuanyuan Moxie's words just now told her that he would use his heart to save Nangong Yi!

Ling Mulao couldn't remember how he stumbled back to his room. He only knew that he was very tired. He put on his clothes and covered himself with a quilt and fell asleep after a while.

It was still a dream, but this time the dream was different from the previous ones. She did not dream about Nangong Yi or Xiao Yi, but about Murong Jing'er.

She was very beautiful, more beautiful than any Murong Jing'er I had ever seen. She was walking among the peach blossoms in a light pink dress. The soft color made her look like a flower fairy.

Her laughter was very light. Ling Mulao had never heard such a beautiful voice, let alone seen such a bright smile that eclipsed everything else.

The dream is like a long river, slowly flowing the story of Murong Jing'er, and all the love and hatred from thousands of years ago emerge in a flash.

Ling Mulao browsed through it as a passer-by, but her heart felt like it was torn to pieces. She cried profusely, and there were still tears in the corners of her eyes when she woke up.

It turns out that the story is like this. Ling Mulao wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and there was a smile on the corners of his lips, like seeing a rainbow for the first time after a storm.

Although Murong Jing'er loved passionately, she was once afraid of seeing her past life, but now she realizes that it was just a misunderstanding.

In the dream, Ling Mulao knew that she was not Murong Jing'er at all, but just a wisp of her soul left before she died. Therefore, she had part of her abilities and felt part of her pain, but she could not completely remember it.

Tell the story between them.

As for why Hua Wuxin concluded from Fairy Penglai that she was Murong Jing'er, it may be that this ray of soul confused her soul, leading to the misunderstanding.

Ling Mulao guessed that the reason why she had this dream was because Murong Jing'er still didn't want to see Xuanyuan Moxie disappear from this world.

Even though Xuanyuan Moxie once caused her deep harm, she still couldn't really hate her and hoped that he could live well.

After getting up, Ling Mulao decided to leave. Although not winning Xuanyuan Moxie's heart meant that he could not save Nangong Yi, how could he bear it at this moment.

However, when she gently pushed open the door, Xuanyuan Moxie in a black robe was leaning against the door frame. "I've prepared what you want." After saying that, she handed out the ice box in her hand.

Ling Mulao's heart trembled, and she subconsciously looked at Xuanyuan Moye's chest. There seemed to be faint traces of blood there, but it was not clear because of the color of the robe.

The ice box in his hand was not taken, and Xuanyuan Moxie stuffed it into Ling Mulao's arms, "You can go back and save him!"

That face was very calm. Except for his pale complexion, it was impossible to tell that this was a man who had his heart ripped out. He would die at any time.

The Demon Lord is not a human being. If he dies, he will not be reincarnated. Xuanyuan Moxie cut out his heart and gave it to her, which means that he will no longer exist in this world, forever and ever.

"I'm not Murong Jing'er!" Looking at Xuanyuan Moxie turning away, Ling Mulao said in a low voice.
Chapter completed!