But in the end, he lost her.

The rain was still falling, with a slight rustling of thunder. The birds were singing crisply, as if the woman was still murmuring in her ears. But in the end it was just a bubble in her dream.

Perhaps this is how people are. When they have them, they never know that preciousness is only when they lose them. Only when they lose them will they suddenly realize that I will be so lonely and restless if I lose her. The beating candle condensed with wax, as if they were mocking him.

The ink-stained lilac eyes suddenly became deep, and the purple was dark. The eyes were leisurely looking at the rustling sound of rain outside the curtain, listening to it gradually increasing, sweeping the entire courtyard, as if the breeze still swept a lot of the fragrance of the soil.

"Aran, look, this raindrop drips from the eaves, I think of the broken beads." The girl's pretty voice seemed to be still murmuring in her ears. At that time, she was wearing a tender green gauze skirt and her black hair tied into a princess's bun and her cheeks had some broken hair, and her eyes were shiny as if it were the most precious black pearl. She leaned against him, and at that time she would always smile pretty. After hearing her smile, he always felt that maybe she could act later, so that she would really fall in love with her.

But at that time, how did he respond to her, it seemed that he did not answer. At that time, he was just permanently silent.

He didn't know how to answer. He was always not good at speaking, and the best way was to not speak a word.

If I knew that I was so lonely now, I might not have been so cruel to her at the beginning.

It is not an exaggeration to say it is cruel.

Waving his sleeves, purple lingering, and a pot of hot wine appeared out of thin air on the table.

Mo Ran took the pot of wine directly into his mouth, but the burning sensation in his throat did not change the pain in his heart at all. But the burning pain could remind him a little that he was still alive, still alive.

After doing something worse than beasts, Xijing still loves him. Sometimes he feels that he is not as good as a person, and his consciousness is not his own. His father once said that he is just a container that has become a spiritual consciousness. How can the container have feelings? How can it be? He is not worth it. Therefore, because of this unworthy love, he can only keep burying it in his heart, not telling anyone, not telling others. Silently in his heart, gradually he has roots and can never go again.

He should have died. His soul was scattered and he would never be reborn. It was Xijing. Xijing used her half of her life to protect a wisp of his soul, but he would never be reborn again. Perhaps it was not until the last moment of his life that he dared to say that he would look directly at his heart, who was he protecting and loving.

But what is the use of it in the end? He has now entered the world for the demon, but Xijing can only find a trace of soul. He didn't know who protected Xijing's soul and allowed her to be reborn. This is why he has wanted to break through the seal so much over the years. It is no different for him to be possessed by demons or become gods.

Perhaps it is fortunate that he finally had a body that belonged only to him. He no longer had to worry about being controlled by other people's spiritual sense, which was enough. He had a slight enough lips, smiled unrestrainedly, and his evil eyebrows and eyes became even more evil. The sound of rain outside the window was still rustling, but he didn't feel bored at all. Xijing also liked rain the most before. The sound of rain was what she loved the most, but he had never been with her, and never.

Since Xijing has arrived in the world, he must have found her. After all, he has returned all his life to her. Looking for her, loving her, and pampering her. This is the only thing he can do.

He never felt that it would be so happy just to know the news of a person living.

He had been there for a long enough time, and it was time for people in this world to know that the blood-crying Lord Mo Ran had come again. The evil phoenix eyes were slightly cold. He let him go before. Since he was unhappy, he would have to find it one by one. The first one was Chi Yun.

At the beginning, he didn't understand why Xi Jing had such a big thoughts towards Chi Yun, but now he still doesn't understand.

With a wave of the long sleeves, the purple light flashed slightly, and the entire building disappeared into the forbidden area as if it had never existed.

When people are gone, the sound of rain remains the same.

In this life, he will never let her down. But Mo Ran never thought that he was still the same as he was back then, but whether she was still the same as she was back then would continue to wait for him on the way.

Jun Yi, Yun Palace.

Jun Yanqing dragged her cheeks and looked at the rustling rain outside the curtain that had almost been a whole day. Seeing the rain hit the gardenia, the gardenia flowers raised a fog, she felt a moment of irritability.

She didn't know where this irritability came from, but she just felt that something happened quietly and could not be controlled by her. What was it? Her eyebrows were slightly frowned, and her inexplicable irritability made her feel restless.

But she is just a little princess Jun Yi, so what is under her control?
Chapter completed!