"If you survive a catastrophe, you will be blessed later," Xiangsi smiled, her eyes turning into crescent moons: "I got some blessings in misfortune."
"Xiao Qianxue has always been a blessed person," Mu Jing stroked her long hair lovingly: "My hair has grown so much that no one can recognize Xiao Qianxue when she goes out!"
Although the hair of mainland cultivators will grow as their cultivation progresses, it is only a little bit each time. However, their Xiao Qianxue's hair grows longer. Is it related to his talent?
"Uncle Jing, does that grimace really owe my mother a favor?" He said that no one recognized him. Xiangxiang thought of his current clothes and the grimace.
When I mentioned that person, for some reason, I felt a sudden and inexplicable pain in my heart.
"Your mother saved him and was a close friend." Mu Jing said a little sadly, "He is also an upright person. The only thing he shouldn't do is not recognizing you, which puts you in danger."
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Although she is a mother in name only, she is also her biological mother here. Her mother's former friend is also considered her elder. She rejects his kindness and hurts his heart with harsh words. Is she really heartless and heartless?
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If the mother were still here, would you blame her?
He who doesn’t know is not guilty, maybe it’s really not his fault!
However, how could she be so willing to forget about the pain she suffered back then?
Be tolerant to diversity, tolerance is a virtue.
She understands, but she really can't be that tolerant. Her heart is very small and can only tolerate the people she cares about.
He lowered his eyebrows and was speechless for a moment.
Inside the tent, there was silence.
After she left, the ghostly shadow stood like a mourning goose, turning into a bleak dead tree on the river bank.
At this moment, the sound of the river splashing and the roar of the wind blowing across both banks seemed to have disappeared, and he didn't hear a single bit.
There was only one sentence echoing in his ears, in his heart, and in his mind: "In this life, we will never be at odds again; in this life, we will never be at odds again..."
The sun sets in the west, and there are many shadows, but he does not move; thousands of mountains are silent, everything is silent, but he still does not move!
In this life, there will no longer be two sides!
That child didn't even give him a chance to make amends!
He is so embarrassed!
Finally, Ghostface closed his eyes weakly, and when he opened them again, it was a hollow, barren land, lifeless!
I lifted my legs slightly, staggered, and stepped onto the suspension bridge again. I stood there in a daze where I once stood admiring the scenery, staring listlessly at the whirlpools of the Nu River.
Night enveloped the earth, and scattered stars dotted the sky. The faint light was not enough to brighten the sky and the earth. There was darkness all around, and his figure merged into a part of the night.
How he wanted to hug that child, her child, even just for a moment!
He once saw the child's smile, but it was at that moment of life and death. That smile made him feel heartbroken every night from then until now!
That smile was an unyielding, fearless and calm smile even in times of despair, but it was so thrilling!
If I could get closer to him and see his sincere smile, what a blessing it would be!
But he never got another chance.
He doesn't need his protection!
He said he was not qualified!
He made a mistake every step of the way, and he regretted it, but it turned out to be a big mistake!
If it is difficult to reconcile with him in this life, then he will have no joy in his life. Since he has no joy, why not help him. This way, it is better than the pain day and night in the days to come.
My heart is dead and all my thoughts are in despair.
This Nu River almost became his burial place, so today, he would try it out for himself!
Closing his eyes, the face behind the mask was pale and determined, suddenly moving and floating on the cables of the suspension bridge, where there was once a gap between the lovesickness and falling into the river.
How wonderful it would be to see that little person again!
His nostalgic eyes paused for a moment on that bit of white, and his body suddenly leaned back, facing the surging river. If a meteor streaked across the sky, it would fall flatly in less than a tenth of a second.
, almost flush with the bridge deck.
"You're so useless!" Accompanied by a slightly disdainful voice, a black whip was thrown out from under the bridge, and with a cracking sound that ripped through the air, it struck his back mercilessly.
As fast as lightning and as powerful as the wind!
Sneak attack!
The grimace was suddenly startled!
After experiencing countless lives and deaths, his body reacted instinctively. A layer of green light suddenly appeared like a meteor across the sky, wrapping his body. At the moment of protecting him, there was a "pop" sound, and the black light suddenly appeared.
The long whip of color struck the light mask.
That shot was like a stone breaking through the water and the sky, and the green light shield vibrated violently, emitting a dazzling rotating light in the night.
What a strong force!
The grimace in the mask was startled. Suddenly, a greater force came from the black whip. With the wind, he was thrown into the sky together with the mask, and then
, the whip was instantly recovered and submerged under the bridge deck.
who is it?
Who stopped him?
The ghostly face in the air, relying on the power of the upward throw, jumped back into the void above the suspension bridge with its eyes fixed on the darkness under the bridge.
"Humph, I want Mo Mo to save you!" Just when he had just stopped, a black shadow swished out from under the bridge deck, and then swayed from the gap between the bridge cables, and in an instant he was gone.
After landing on the bridge, the voice was quite unhappy.
A boy of twelve or thirteen years old with black hair and black armor, his eyes were shining, but his mouth was pouting, with an unhappy look on his face. In his hand was a whip that was as black as ink, and the black long and soft
The other end of the whip is still under the bridge.
Isn't this the little boy next to him?
Is he the person hiding under the bridge?
As soon as I saw the person jumping onto the hanging bridge, I was shocked with a grimace in my heart.
"Is he here?" He seemed to be talking to himself or asking the young man in front of him, his voice was soft, but full of nervousness and fear.
Oops!
The owner is still under the bridge!
Mo Mo, who was holding a soft whip in one hand, had a depressed look on his face. When he heard the grimace's words, he hurriedly jumped out, crossed the hanging rope of the suspension bridge, and then fell straight down.
The long soft whip in his hand wrapped around the thick chain, forming a vertical line of "n". He held one end in one hand and flew downwards as if hanging. The other end also seemed to have a heavy object hanging down, keeping it steady.
Balanced.
As soon as Ghostface saw Mo Mo flying under the bridge, his body jumped out like a big bird, stepped flatly into the void, and descended vertically under the bridge. It was only less than a second behind Mo Mo, and the speed was almost the same, and he reached the bridge at the same time.
Down.
Under the suspension bridge, a small figure was holding a soft black whip hanging from the bridge with one hand, shaking it from side to side like clothes hanging on a long rope to dry.
The whistling wind of the Nu River stirred up the swaying little figure in a blue skirt, with a soft cloak in fluttering curls, and long black hair flying wildly in the wind.
It's really him!
There was only a flicker of blue in Ghostface's eyes.
This moment is eternal!
He just stopped in the void, staring blankly, forgetting the language, forgetting where he was, and forgetting to think about why someone sneaked in so close to him and he didn't know anything about it.
"Master, Mo Mo is here to pick you up!" When Mo Mo flew under the bridge, he imitated Zi Ji's movements along the way. He clenched the soft whip in his right hand, stretched out his left arm, and hugged the person who was slimmer than himself.
inside.
His master could fly in the air, and it would be no problem to stop in the air, but he had to hang him here. He couldn't figure it out, he really couldn't figure it out!
Are humans and Warcraft different?
Like to play hanging in the air?
He was full of questions, but he still obeyed the instructions.
On an April night, the weather was still a bit cool, and the wind from the Nu River and the smell of the roaring river blew towards my face, adding a hint of chill.
So cold!
Xiangsi, who had been taken care of by the wind for a while, felt a little cold. As soon as she fell into Mo Mo's arms, she quickly let go of her hand, shrank her neck, hid on his chest, and rubbed it naturally.
Mo Mo hugged her, shook his hand, put away the black whip, swayed his little body, and jumped back to the suspension bridge.
It's him, it's really him!
he came!
That child is here!
Looking at Mo Mo, who was jumping up with lovesickness in his arms, the ghostly face's originally lifeless eyes suddenly lit up like flames, shining brightly like stars.
How nice to see him again!
The ghostly face pulled out his body, shaped like a flying crane, and jumped back to the suspension bridge with a "swish", falling down in front of Xiangsi who had landed on the bridge a step earlier. The face behind the mask was filled with emotion and a kind of contentment.
Physically and mentally, the whole person is like a dead tree blooming with spring, becoming full of vitality.
The world is silent, only the roar of the Nu River echoes in the air.
well!
Looking at the person in front of me, I let out a long sigh that died in my heart without even speaking out. There was pain, hurt, and more helplessness and powerlessness in my lovesick eyes!
What should she do to him?
The night was so quiet, but at this moment, her heart was like the roaring river, rolling and tumbling, with waves rising up.
She, Mu Jing, and Duanmuch had been chatting quietly in the tent, and then had a rest after eating. However, after the training, she no longer felt sleepy, and her heart was filled with panic.
With a vague sense of sadness, she walked out of the tent to take a look at the night of the Nu River, but while looking around, she saw his... grimace on the bridge.
After breaking through Tianxuan, her eyes were no different in the dark than in the day, and she could see everything on the suspension bridge clearly. However, the moment her eyes fell on him, she suddenly felt frightened!
The desolation and loneliness, the helpless and miserable aura spread freely in the night sky, and can be felt from a distance.
All thoughts are in despair, body and mind are in mourning!
At that moment, these words flashed in her mind.
After all, this person was my mother's friend. Why, she was really cruel, and her words were a little too harsh towards this person who made mistakes unknowingly.
With a little conflict in her heart, she quietly sneaked under the bridge with Mo Mo. She didn't want people to know her strength too early, so she kept Mo Mo floating under the bridge.
But she didn't expect that she would be at his feet, and he wouldn't even notice when he was on top of her. What surprised her even more was that this man was actually prepared to die!
The moment he fell into the river, she asked Mo Mo to take action.
The river is surging and the cold wind is blowing!
That day, she had no choice but to fall into the river in order to survive; the spring night was quiet, and today, because of his mistake, he willingly went to the river. Her heart ached to tears. Seeing that he hurt her, she felt relieved, but she still did not want him to die. She
, what to do!
Looking intently, all I could see was the vastness of the river.
"Humph, it's all you who made Mo Mo's master unable to sleep well." Looking at the man who had remained silent, Mo Mo wrinkled his nose and complained angrily with a grimace on his face.
"I know my mistake!" The grimace looked at the silent figure in the blue dress, and there was unconcealable pain in his panicked voice: "I just hope I can make up for my mistake!"
A mistake is a mistake, so what can I do to make up for it? Can it erase the original harm?
Once some damage is done, it lasts a lifetime.
Her pain cannot be made up for by making up for it, and her persistence cannot be changed by just one word!
Just because she doesn't let him die doesn't mean she has forgotten everything. She still has to pay back the pain!
"Do you really want to make up for it?" Acacia's clear voice sounded, as cold as a spring night: "What would you do if I asked you to exterminate all the members of the Killer Guild?"
Exterminate the entire assassin guild!
That's his brother, that's his home, he can't do it!
Just as he would never hurt her and her children again, he would not hurt those brothers.