Mo Qingcheng walked quickly. He only paused slightly when the woman called to Mo Qingcheng again, and then continued to move forward. The woman said

"Girl, this trip is extremely dangerous, so please think twice..."

Mo Qingcheng did not look back, only walked forward with his head lowered, not very fast, but not slow either, just one step at a time, very determined, and Mei Se followed behind him...

Mo Qingcheng lowered her head and walked forward. For a moment, she felt a little funny. She actually cherished her life... But at this moment, she couldn't think twice, let alone think twice. She only knew that her clothes were gone.

, she thinks about it day and night, constantly thinking. Therefore, even if it is a dragon's pool and a tiger's den, she has to break into it...

Because Mo Qingcheng never looked back, he never saw the woman named Wuer. Mo Qingcheng drifted away and sighed slightly, then raised his head, looked at Xiao Wentian who was holding him in his arms, and sighed.

"Brother Xiao, is this right?"

But she saw the man smile softly, and the hand around Wu'er's waist became a little stronger again. Finally, he looked at the woman in his arms with a doting look and comforted her.

"Since it's her destiny, let her go. You and I are only responsible for teaching this jade pendant to the people of the religion. As for what will happen in the future, it is all destined. Look at this woman, she is not a master of fate...

"

Hearing this, the woman seemed to want to say something more, but finally lowered her beautiful eyelids, seeming to be a little sad and a little sympathetic, and then murmured:

"Only that jade..." The woman hadn't finished her words. The soft and soft voice, combined with the lonely night, was really like an unfinished song. I don't know what the result will be after it continues...

Yes, the woman didn't tell Mo Qingcheng...

That jade can indeed bring the dead back to life, but only at a price... The person who survives will remember many people and many things, but alone, he will not remember the one he loved deeply... And the price to remember is - that

People died...

I don’t know if this is the greatest sorrow in the world...

Mo Qingcheng held the jade and suddenly lost interest in shopping in the dim light, so he took the charming girl and turned towards the inn.

Speaking of which, she was quite unjust. She threw Lian'er alone in the inn, but Lian'er couldn't see her... Thinking of this, Mo Qingcheng's steps became a little faster...

Mo Qingcheng was in a hurry all the way and only went upstairs, but she did so lightly. The reason was very simple - she was afraid of waking up Lian'er...

The late autumn wind carried the withered yellow leaves and made a rustling sound. Mo Qingcheng watched the leaves swirling bit by bit through Lian'er's half-closed door, and then made a rustling sound.

, brought out the voice of a strange man...a little cold, a little deep, a little uninteresting...

Lian'er never said a word, and Mo Qingcheng didn't move forward either. He just stood at the corner of the stairs and heard the sound of quiet footsteps in the room...very slow and clear, as if he was touching someone's heart...

At that moment, the moonlight was still very clear, and Mo Qingcheng suddenly felt a little lost. In fact, everyone has their own destined path and destined ending. Just like Lian'er, that loss is the wheel of fate.

The beginning of…

What about herself? When did it start? Travel through time and space, or earlier, maybe so early that even she herself can’t tell...

Mo Qingcheng lowered his head, smiling a little uncontrollably for a moment... But in the lonely night, Lian'er's cry-like prayer suddenly sounded...

Lian'er cries

"Sir, I'll do it..." Then there was the sound of a stool being knocked over. Mo Qingcheng could even imagine how the girl who once smiled innocently felt like she was holding the man from behind.

Carrying the rain is like crying and begging, but also how humble and insignificant it is...

However, she already knows nothing about her Lian'er...

After hearing what Lian'er said, the man was silent for a while. He probably turned around, hugged Lian'er into his arms, and then said emotionless words in a low and hoarse voice...

"Lian'er, I hope you understand the importance of that treasure map to me..."

Lian'er didn't answer, but only intermittent sobbing could be heard from the room, and then she said words that made Mo Qingcheng unable to laugh anymore...

"Young master has obtained the treasure map, can you let the young lady live..."

The man seemed to hesitate, but finally spoke coldly.

"I promise you to give her a happy life..."

Silence...and then a long silence...

Mo Qingcheng was outside the door. Hearing this conversation at this moment, he didn't have a particularly bad opinion of the man. After all, if he was really unscrupulous, he could deceive Lian'er and let her live, but this man didn't.

Mo Qingcheng was really speechless...

The man walked away very neatly. He didn't even look back at Lian'er. When he left, he gently rolled the door back and forth. Mo Qingcheng caught a glimpse of the man's clothes. They were a luxurious dark purple color. If Mo Qingcheng guessed,

That's right. This man is usually very taciturn. Otherwise, it would be impossible for Mo Qingcheng to still feel the cold aura of that man across the corridor...

Just Lian'er, if she falls in love with such a man, she is destined to never smile in this life...

Because, a sultry man who prefers dark purple will always value his career more than the love of his children... And Lian'er, you are too simple, like a moth flying into a flame, you will only destroy yourself in the end...

Mo Qingcheng leaned against the wall for a long time, until he felt a little cold, and then he got up from the ground. The smile under the mask was so gorgeous that it was shocking...

Lian'er, you are so good, just like me, take a magnifying glass and look at it...

Mo Qingcheng smiled brightly, then sat down at the table, watching Lian'er tremblingly reach the table to pour herself tea... If it was normal, Mo Qingcheng would have grabbed the teacup and poured it herself, but today, Mo Qingcheng

Qingcheng didn't, he just sat there quietly, as if attending a gorgeous banquet, as calm as water, or it would be more appropriate to say that he was lazy...

With some slow movements, a slightly pale face, and bitten lips that made people feel distressed, Mo Qingcheng just smiled and looked at the trembling little hands holding the tea cup for a moment...
Chapter completed!