In the desolate place, wild grass grew, and Cang Yeyue returned to Cang Yue Tower again.
"Why are you still following me?" Cang Yeyue said with a brow locked.
Not far behind her, a figure stood with a plain expression, but only an arm was left. She was carrying a long knife on her back, leaning against the wall and staring at the goose-yellow figure not far away, without saying a word.
Cang Yeyue had some struggles and some confusion in her expression. At this moment, she didn't know what she should do?
"Why?" Cang Yeyue shook her head slightly and said lightly: "I am still like a lonely moon, and I don't want the stars and sun to accompany me..." Then he left alone...
The Palace of Water Moon Clouds, like clouds and sleeves, and white wrists condensed, gently swaying in the pool. Looking at the dizzy water in the water, gentle and charming. Yiren looked at the reflection in the water in a daze, as if she had seen something, but she smiled mockly: "When will we meet or will we never see each other?"
Shuiyun's heart is like water and clouds, so smooth and so soft.
Behind her was a figure standing, and Fairy Shuiyue looked at her disciple worriedly, "The love disaster is sad, what is Shuiyue? Everything is a mirror flower and water moon..."
Holy Land.
There are still Pure Land, fewer people, but the heart is much purer.
The holy clan is still a clan today.
In ordinary mountains, houses are built, and although there are few people, the warmth between people can melt the ice.
In the pool, above the blue-green bottom, a dazed figure sat, her hair slid down from her fingertips. Leng Qing didn't know what she was thinking, and she didn't know much about what happened outside of China.
"What are you thinking?" The familiar voice alarmed her. Leng Qing turned her head in surprise and saw the figure in the sun. Although she couldn't see the face clearly, she knew who it was.
A warm feeling emerged in Lengqing's heart, "Are you back?" It seemed a little disbelief.
"Yeah." Who is coming?
Under the dark hair, she covered her body with a simple long dress, and her breath returned to nature. Leng Xiaoran still came back safely.
Leng Xiaoran stood on a low cliff, with several figures sitting behind him, and everyone looked extremely excited.
Bai Ling'er's youthful and pretty face actually showed tears of treachery, but she still wiped it away secretly.
"It's good to come back..." Bai Ling'er murmured, and the joy in her heart melted away the depression like spring water.
"Can you not leave?" Leng Xiaoran's figure came to Leng Qing's side, stroking her hair, as if she was enjoying this touch.
Leng Xiaoran smiled and said, "Yes."
Then, Leng Xiaoran raised her head, looked at the blue sky, and said lightly: "Calmness is often the most beautiful..."
A few black shadows of birds passed over the azure sky, and the fragrance of flowers was swaying, making people want to lie peacefully on the grass and fall asleep comfortably in the sun...