Ling Yun stretched out his hands, pinched Mo Yan's neck tightly, and roared angrily, as if Mo Yan was the murderer of Nangong Qi.

Mo Yan was left breathless by her, his face turned red, his veins swelled, and tears flowed from the corners of his eyes.

Seeing this, Hua Yueran on the side hurriedly stepped forward and begged: "Demon Lord, please let go of Protector Mo Yan, he is about to be strangled to death by you!"

Mo Yan really couldn't bear the Demon Lord to indulge in pain. He knew that if Nangong Qi's body was still there, she would go crazy endlessly, so he could only help her cut the knot quickly and ordered Nangong Qi to be buried.

He understood the pain in Demon Lord's heart, and he was willing to be that eternal sinner, and did not want her to look at the bones of a corpse and become sad again.

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Ling Yun showed no sign of letting go, and her eyes were even a little red.

Huayueran had never seen the Demon Lord so angry, and she didn't know what to do.

Mo Yan knew that if he didn't say anything, he was afraid that the Demon Lord would really kill him. He said with difficulty: "Peach...Hua...Gu..."

Ling Yun threw Mo Yan to the ground and staggered out.

Mo Yan said to Hua Yueran: "Quick... go and look at the Demon Lord! Cough cough cough..."

Hua Yueran glanced at Mo Yan worriedly, and finally went after Ling Yun.

Ling Yun came to Peach Blossom Valley, and sure enough, Nangong Qi's tomb stood there.

Mo Yan is really a good protector. He chose a good place to bury Nangong Qi. It is surrounded by peach trees. When the peach blossoms bloom, Nangong Qi will definitely like it very much. Moreover, he can sleep in the Heavenly Demon Palace and stay with him forever.

My beloved Lingyun.

But Ling Yun still couldn't accept the fact that Nangong Qi was dead. She didn't care whether her white clothes would be soiled. She knelt on the ground with a pop, stretched out her slender fingers, and started throwing the grave crazily.

She inserted her ten slender fingers into the soil, throwing away the soil bit by bit, and cried out in grief.

"Nangong Qi...Nangong Qi..."

It was as if Nangong Qi was being buried alive underground and she had to rescue him quickly.

When Hua Yueran arrived, Ling Yun's ten fingers were all stained with blood, but she still dug into the soil regardless.

In fact, Ling Yun was very conflicted in her heart. She wanted to dig up the soil, but she was afraid of seeing the body under the soil. She was afraid that the moment she saw Nangong Qi's body, she would recognize the reality and accept the fact that he was dead.

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She knew that Mo Yan buried Nangong Qi without her consent because he wanted to completely cut off her obsession with Nangong Qi. She knew that Mo Yan did this for her own good, but she couldn't accept it. She couldn't accept that Nangong Qi had already died.

Dead facts.

Hua Yueran hurried over, grabbed her hands, and said: "Demon Lord! Demon Lord! Master Nangong is dead... He is really dead!"

"He's not dead... not dead..." Ling Yun said hoarsely while crying.

Ling Yun's hands tightly grasped the wet soil and refused to let go for a long time.

Looking at the blood-stained hands, Hua Yueran felt extremely distressed.

If Nangong Qi saw her digging the grave with her delicate hands playing the piano, he would definitely feel heartbroken.

Hua Yueran couldn't help but cry silently along with her. She reached out and gently held Ling Yun's scarred hands, comforting her softly: "Demon Lord... everything will pass..."

Ling Yun looked at Hua Yueran, hugged her tightly, and cried loudly, as pitiful, lonely and helpless as a child.

She knew that from now on, the mountains would be high and the water would be long, and the sky would be high and there would be no more Nangongqi in the world.

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Luochen Mountain.

Clouds and mist shrouded the sky, and Bai Chenxianzun was sitting on the Zuowang Peak, meditating. His white robe was lightly opened, swaying in the wind, and two cranes were circling around the Zuowang Peak, making chirping sounds from time to time.

He opened his eyes slightly and looked at the white sea of ​​clouds in the distance. The layers were stacked and the wind and clouds were treacherous. His eyes couldn't help but tremble slightly.

His three thousand long black hair floated in the wind, and his white hairband swayed in the wind, making his figure look ethereal, giving him a somewhat unearthly beauty.

His heart could no longer calm down, and he felt that the fireworks had already colored his white clothes, and he became upset.

The group in the Valley of Demons hollowed out his heart and made it empty.

But he didn’t know what the sadness was about? Was it because of Yanli’s departure? Or was there something other than Yanli that was bothering him...

I saw him standing up suddenly, his white clothes were like water, swaying in the wind, waving his white sleeves, flying out of the Qiongxiao Divine Sword, leaping up, flying with the sword, breaking through the layers of white clouds, heading towards Qiongdao

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The Qiong Island turned into a piece of ice. He felt uneasy and kept calling Shang Yao's name.

The cold wind blew against his face, and he finally found the stone statue of Shang Yao in the ice.

However, Shangyao's stone statue had cracks and was covered with a thin layer of frost, as if it were a lifeless and dead thing.

This was a sight he had never seen before, and he couldn't help but panic inside, feeling as if he had done something hugely wrong.

He reached out and touched the face of the Shangyao stone statue. The coldness of the stone statue spread across his palms. He felt the sea of ​​memories surge up. He suddenly had a splitting headache and heard the sounds of the past in his ears.

"Master...Master..."

"Master...you are my love..."

Suddenly, the Lingxi Heart Jade he was wearing fell down and split into two.

He lay in the snow and watched the white snow falling from the sky, just like the purple rain that year.

The memory that had been erased by the rain of forgetfulness finally broke through the confinement and reappeared in his mind for some unknown reason.

Everything in the past appeared in his mind bit by bit, his eyes were red from the cold, and tears fell silently from his eyes.

"Shang——Yao——"

His desperate hands fell into the ice and snow, grabbing the ice and snow and holding it tightly in his hands. Ice shards pricked his palms, and blood slowly flowed out.

However, this pain was far less than the heartbreaking pain in his heart. What had he done? He killed his master, the person he once admired most.

Bai Chenxianzun stood up slowly and knelt down in front of Shangyao's stone statue with a pop. He knew that she would never wake up again.

Even if she lives the same life as heaven and earth, she will eventually die in love.

I don’t know how long it took, but the heavy snow finally covered them again.

Under a stone statue, kneeling was a snowman. This snowman turned out to be Bai Chenxianzun Tianliu Yin.

He had closed his five senses at this moment and fell into a deep sleep.

The wind and snow were howling, and the entire Qiongdao was completely silent. Apart from the cold ice, there were only two broken hearts.

Perhaps, this is their ending.

"Immortal Lord..."

Yanli suddenly woke up from her sleep. She didn't know why, but the appearance of another man appeared in her mind. The man was fluttering in white clothes, as gentle as jade, like an immortal who was not stained by dust. In the dream, she didn't care about that man.

Called Xianzun.

In the dream, as if in another world, there seems to be someone waiting for her, but who is he?

"Snake Queen." Palace

Yao walked in and saluted her.

Yanli said: "Gong Yao, please call me Yanli from now on."

Gong Yao hesitated for a moment, and finally nodded slightly and said: "Yanli."

Yanli smiled slightly and said, "By the way, what do you want from me?"

Gong Yao said: "Since the Demon Emperor woke up, he has been depressed and has not said anything to us, which is really worrying. I think the incident in the Demon Valley this time has hit him. He listens to your words the most.

Why don't you go and persuade him?"

Yanli thought for a moment, then nodded: "Okay."

On a hillside, Nai Hetian was sitting on a big rock. His red clothes were rustling in the wind, and his unruly red hair was really eye-catching. He was looking into the distance, thinking deeply.

Yanli tiptoed to his side, then stretched out her soft little hands to cover his eyes, and whispered in his ear: "Master Demon Emperor, guess who I am?"

Although she deliberately changed her voice and pretended to be gruff, Nai Hetian could still guess who she was as soon as he touched her little hand.

"Fire pear."

Yanli pouted, let go of the hand covering him, and said, "It's not fun, it's not fun at all! How could you guess it was me at once?"

Nai He Tian took her hand and pulled her into his arms.

Yanli sat on his lap, the two of them were almost so close that they could feel each other's breathing.

Yanli's large, watery eyes looked at Naihetian's handsome features, and she suddenly felt a little panic. The love between a man and a woman came to her heart, making her heart beat faster. She couldn't help but blush, and she looked away from him.

Nai Hetian seemed to have noticed something. He smiled evilly and said, "You are my wife, why do you still blush when you see me?"

Yanli hurriedly explained: "Wife? How do I know if what you said is true? What if...what if I am a good woman kidnapped from the mountain by a big monster like you!"

"Hahaha! Hahaha! Abducted?" Nai Hetian suddenly couldn't laugh or cry. He, a demon emperor, was reduced to abducting a good woman?

Seeing his bright smile, Yanli couldn't help but feel relieved, and said: "I have seen you depressed these days, and I was worried that something would happen to you. Now that I see you smiling, I feel more relieved!"

Nai He Tiandao: "I feel happy from the bottom of my heart when I see you. The reason why I'm depressed is because I can't open the restrictions in the Valley of Demons."
To be continued...