It was that feeling of anger that made him destroy the black shell he was going to give to Little Guaiguai in one fell swoop.

It's anger.

The smile on Mo Zifei's face was so beautiful that it made people feel more and more frightened.

But the mask did not reveal any words or emotions.

only--

The next second, Mo Zifei suddenly arrived in front of him, stretched out his jade hand and pinched the mask's neck.

He is extremely enchanting, with a picturesque appearance and graceful posture.

"Do you like her now?" Mo Zifei's words made the mask, whose face remained calm even in the face of danger, freeze up from head to toe.

"However, she only belongs to me. No one has any qualifications except me." Mo Zifei's words were full of contempt for the world, arrogant and confident, like a king, saying that he would be the only one in the world.

No one can attempt it, otherwise all they will get is destruction.

This is what Mo Zifei meant.

Mask stretched out his hand and grabbed Mo Zifei's wrist, "Not necessarily."

The mask actually said such words.

"No one can predict the future. Even if you are strong, who knows who will be stronger in the future?! And -" the mask's body became even lower, "You have no future!"

Mo Zifei was shocked.

"Who is it? Who are you?"

"You already know who I am, don't you?"

Mo Zifei wanted to see the face behind the mask. He could see it even without taking off the mask, but...

"Are you pretending to be stupid?" Mo Zifei's hair suddenly started flying.

The corners of the mouth behind the mask curved slightly, and around the two people, flowers filled with flames suddenly emerged, suspended in mid-air, and dazzled the two people.

"I don't have any ill intentions towards her. On the contrary, my destiny was to protect her. My existence is different from yours!"

Fate? To protect her?

Mo Zifei's hand relaxed.

He didn't say anything, turned around, and the black hair at the end of his hair brushed past the masked face.

Mask's whole body suddenly fell backwards and fell to the ground.

"I forgot to tell you, I am very narrow-minded." Mo Zifei's last words came out as he entered the room.

Yes, he is extremely small-minded.

Blood slowly flowed from the corners of the mouth behind the mask, and his eyes slowly closed.

future.

The abilities he was given.

His destiny.

From the fragmented pictures over there, we can see the future.

An eight-year-old woman watching.

Nalan Zhenyue appeared more than ten years later.

A bright smile.

Those fragmentary scenes did not stop.

A man with light flowing hair and a peerless elegance.

The sky and earth stained with blood, and the singing in the picture seem to be telling an ancient and mysterious past.

The past is not something he can explore. The only thing he can be sure of is his destiny.

From the time he was born, learning to speak, to now, the guidance of fate is only because of her.

Mask stood up slowly, looked at the closed door, turned around, and left——

Mo Zifei was in the room, with his hands on the table, his hair falling down, and the blood on the corners of his mouth falling drop by drop, dyeing red and blooming, like the delicate plum blossoms in winter.

"How to deal with these two?" Jin Jin asked. Although he was asking this question, his eyes fell firmly on Nalan Zhenyue's face.

"You can solve it however you want." Nalan Zhenyue replied.

"No!" At this moment, Mei Yantian suddenly said.

"What?" Nalan Zhenyue asked.
Chapter completed!