The dark and vast color.

The setting sun in the sky is like blood.

The afterglow of the setting sun shines on the rippling sea, and the water is rippling with rippling waves, extremely magnificent.

The gorgeous sunset blooms in the sky, and the blood color dyes the sky red, giving people infinite reverie.

Long Qingyun stood on the bow of the boat, his heart tides fluctuated: "According to the original plan, Ye Bingchen and Quan Shijie should meet with Zhan Aoshuang now."

A lively Mo Zhixuan suddenly flashed in his mind, and Long Qingyun couldn't help but feel sweet in his heart, his lips slightly raised, and a little smile appeared.

Suddenly, another trace of worry flashed between my eyebrows.

Chu Cuishan sat at the bow of the boat, noticed the subtle changes in Long Qingyun's eyes, and said cheerfully:

"Brother Long, don't worry, Miss and the others will be fine, of course Miss Mo will be fine."

Long Qingyun looked at Chu Cuishan and nodded slightly.

I also felt strange in my heart. Logically speaking, Tuoba Xi and I met her first, and Tuoba Xi and I spent more than a month in Songyang Sword Mansion and became more familiar with each other.

But at this moment, what came to mind was Mo Zhixuan who had only known him for two days. It was just that last night, the two of them raised their glasses in Cuibaozhai Garden and felt the moon, so how could they have such longing?

After fighting these days, Long Qingyun had no time to come. At this time, he stood on the bow of the boat and looked at the sparkling sea, feeling relaxed and happy.

At this time, Mo Zhixuan's charming and lively figure echoed in Long Qingyun's mind, unable to be erased for a long time, forming a strange feeling, stationed in his heart: "Some people, once they meet, will be seen for ten thousand years."

Missing someone is a sweet feeling, a faint expectation, hoping that she is by her side, her voice, appearance, smile and appearance are right in front of her.

In a trance, Long Qingyun seemed to see Mo Zhixuan and suddenly appeared in her eyes. Her pretty face was so familiar, but her charming smile was so cold and cold at this moment?

Long Qingyun thought he was confused and rubbed his eyes.

He left with his eyes.

At this time, a sailboat came next to him. Mo Zhixuan stood on the bow, wearing a white dress, the sea breeze blew, and her sleeves were fluttering, like a fairy floating in the sea, with a beautiful wind.

A different kind of charm is added to the afterglow of the sunset.

Long Qingyun was overjoyed, with a brilliant face, and couldn't help blurting out, saying, "Miss Mo, why are you here?"

The girl in white opposite faced with a look of indifference.

With her eyebrows raised, her eyes looked at the sunset in the sky. Her eyes were crystal clear and deep, with a faint melancholy. This melancholy made her delicate facial features even more amazing, but she was also as cold as frost and snow.

If the charming and lively Mo Zhixuan is like a warm spring breeze blowing, blooming with the magnificence of spring.

Then this woman in white was like the snow and ice in winter, revealing a hint of coldness.

Somehow, Long Qingyun seemed to be infected by this loneliness. Perhaps he was thinking of others when he saw things and thought of others. He seemed to be touched by the other party, and his open-minded heart had a faint melancholy.

The woman in white had similar facial features and Mo Zhixuan, but her expressions were very different. Long Qingyun realized that she had recognized the wrong person and bowed her hands:

"I'm in Xialong Qingyun, I was abrupt just now. I'd like to forgive me, but the girl is so similar to Miss Mo whom I know!"

The woman in white had no expression on her face and said lightly: "Oh, are you Long Qingyun?"

His tone was calm, and his eyes glanced at Long Qingyun. His expression did not change at all, and he was still as cold as ice.

Hearing the three words "Long Qingyun", the man in the green robe sitting at the stern of the boat opposite, he said aloud: "Are you Long Qingyun who won the competition in the West Lake Sword Contest?"

Long Qingyun was calm, humble and polite, and said solemnly: "It's right here."

At this time, the two ships were approaching very close, and the man in green robe stood up, about twenty-four or five years old, with a bronze skin.

His facial features are clear, his nose is extremely upright, his eyes are deep, and he seems to be shining with blue light. He is much taller than ordinary people, his body is magnificent, and he looks extremely tall.

Between eyebrows.
Chapter completed!