Chapter 367
Ye Wuchen shook his head at Xiaomo. Xiaomo nodded obediently and didn't speak. (.) Ye Wuchen fell from the air and landed silently in front of the cold cliff. Lengya didn't see him at all. Until his body was about to hit ye Wuchen, he stopped and looked at the person in front of him with indifferent and palpitating eyes.
Facing ye Wuchen, he had no surprise, no expression, no voice, no turbulence in his eyes, as if what stood in front of him was an ordinary stone wall.
"Lengya, what happened?" Ye Wuchen asked in a very gentle voice. His heart is dead... He brought him a dark smell of death. And he walked out of the lost place alone, which means that he broke out of the North emperor sect and the burning soul sand array alone.
"Ping'er... Dead... Ping'er... Dead..." he talked intermittently, moved forward, bypassed ye Wuchen's body, and walked forward with trembling steps like an old man. He didn't know where he was going or what he was going to do.
Ping er
In his arms was a woman he had never seen before. She was younger than double ten. Her scattered head and blood blurred her face, making him unable to see her whole picture. Her clothes were also messy... It didn't matter who she was. Ye Wuchen looked up to the sky and sighed silently. He can already guess what happened to lengya.
He can be said to be one of the people who know lengya best in the world. He knows how important he attaches to every emotion under his cold and indifferent appearance. There will always be only one master. Even if his master becomes an unforgivable villain and a beggar on the street, he will never change his mind... The same is true of the relationship between men and women in his world. The strings of his feelings were completely broken.
Fate has always been so cruel to him. He is destined to be a carefree, lonely life and blood stained life.
Ye Wuchen turned around and walked behind him. He stretched out his hand and pressed it on his shoulder. Before his words were spoken, his hand shrank back suddenly. His eyes fell on his palm and then on lengya.
As like as two peas came to the cold cliff body, he felt the same cold feeling which was transmitted to him in the deep part of his heart, and felt almost the same as when he was giving it to his soft sweets.
"Evil spirit......" ye Wuchen looked at the back of lengya and whispered. Beside him, Xiaomo nodded gently and looked at lengya with puzzled and slightly cloudy eyes.
Ye Wuchen took a step forward and grabbed it on his left shoulder. The wound that was still bleeding slowly healed very quickly. He whispered, "let's go back. She is still with you and watching you secretly. You must want her to see your friends. "
If you haven't heard of it, lengya still moves forward step by step. Facing the cold cliff at this time, ye Wuchen felt pain in his heart, but also had a deep sense of powerlessness. Because of the existence of the mysterious "blood killing magic pupil", his feelings are different from ordinary people. For a moment, he doesn't know how to comfort. Or, comfort is of no use to him at all.
"I hurt you... If I had known so, how could I let you go there with me." Ye Wuchen's eyes were heavy and he spoke slowly in a slight voice that only he could hear. The slightest sound soon dissipated in the wind. Xiaomo turned to his side, held his hand with his own hands and whispered, "Dad, you're sad... Aren't you sad?"
Ye Wuchen hung, smiled at her and nodded gently.
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Curled up in the corner of the room, the cold cliff was like a dead corpse, motionless. Those eyes opened, showing not the red color when opening the blood to kill the magic pupil, but also completely different from the eyes of normal humans, but a dark dead gray.
Beside him lay the same motionless screen. After ye Wuchen brought it back to the evil sect, as long as anyone wants to take Ping'er's body away from him, his blood killing magic pupil will suddenly open and release the air condensation, which makes Yan Tianwei violently moved. After leaving Ping'er's body far away, his red eyes faded, and the murderous spirit gradually disappeared.
The intensity of lengya's murderous Qi at this time can't be compared with that when he opened his blood to kill the demon pupil for the first time at the Tianchen demon martial arts conference. Everyone was thinking in their hearts... What had happened to him in the past three days.
In this dark room, he sat motionless from night to dawn. The door of the room was tightly closed, no one opened it, and no sound came in. Until noon, the door was pushed open from the outside. Ye Wuchen appeared there and didn't go in. He looked straight at the cold cliff, his eyes as flat as still water.
In the dead silence, the first action was lengya. From the curled position, he raised his head and stood up. As he curled up for too long, his body became extremely stiff and he got up very slowly. He raised his head and looked directly into ye Wuchen's eyes. From his pupils, ye Wuchen didn't see any feelings.
"You didn't disappoint me." Ye Wuchen uttered this sentence with a sigh.
Lengya picked up the screen around her and wiped ye Wuchen's body out of the door. From beginning to end, there was no sound.
On the open grassland, ye Wuchen stood behind the cold cliff again. Before that, he had been watching him silently in the distance, slowly picking up the land with his hands, digging very deep, and then put Ping'er into the sleeping place forged for her by the cold cliff. He knelt there and looked at her for a long time. His hand finally pushed forward in trembling, so that the fresh soil covered the face he would never see or forget again.
"Cold cliff." Ye Wuchen made a noise, but he didn't know what to say except calling out his name.
Lengya turned around and looked at ye Wuchen with his gray eyes that couldn't see the white of his eyes: "I won't forget my promise."
He said his life was his and would never change. One night later, he had no sorrow. After burying Ping'er with his hand, he had no attachment. Only his heart has become as gray as his eyes, and will not change in this life.
Ye Wuchen nodded. He didn't need to say anything more. Cold cliff is no longer the cold cliff a few days ago. Many of his things have changed, but the deep things in his bones have never changed. This is his persistence and pride.
"Sit down and tell me about her." Ye Wuchen pressed the shoulder of lengya and sat down on the grass, facing the newly built tomb. Lengya also sat there, looked ahead and said in his voice, "her name is Ping'er."
Ye Wuchen nodded slightly and listened to his story. In his heart, he firmly wrote down the name "Ping'er".
"She is the maid of Yan Zhimeng and her sister. She said that Yan Zhimeng was no longer in the northern emperor's sect. Three years ago, she was pregnant. Yan Ximing wanted to force her to kill her child. She fled under the cover of snow and disappeared... Ping'er was locked up for three years in order to protect her from leaving and stop Yan Ximing's pursuit. I met her there. "
Ye Wuchen: "
Lengya tells all those natural things in a soothing voice without emotional fluctuations, detailed to every detail, even every word and every action. From beginning to end, he maintained the same posture and voice. There was no emotional fluctuation at any time, just like explaining another person's plain story.
When the heart is dead, there will be no emotional agitation. At this time, even if there were thousands of knives against his throat and thousands of poisonous snakes on his body, he would not feel any fear.
From the sun to the middle of the sky, to the west of the sun, and then to dusk, when the last sentence of lengya ended, ye Wuchen stood up and left with a long figure under the setting sun. In the mouth, silently reciting a word
Snow
"Go and check whether it snowed in kuishui country three years ago!" Back in the hall, ye Wuchen said in a solemn voice.
More than ten minutes later, he got the answer. Yan Gongluo, who hurried back, said in an extremely certain tone: "master, kuishui country is hot and humid all the year round, and the temperature is never to the temperature of snow. Not to mention three years, that is to say, ten years, twenty years, thirty years, there has never been snow. "
Ye Wuchen stood up from his seat, paced back and forth, turned and said, "let brother Chu accompany lengya more these days. I must go first."
Snow... It's her, it must be her!
"Ah? Master... "Yan Gongluo was stunned. He just shouted, but he could only see ye Wuchen, who was already in a hurry, disappear in front of him in a white light.
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Tianlong Kingdom, a forgotten corner.
Ye Wuchen's appearance made Tong Xin feel his return for the first time. She took Ning Xue with her and flew back quickly. When she saw ye Wuchen's figure, she fell from the air in a hurry and put her body close to him.
"Brother, you're finally back." Ning Xue cheered with a very happy voice, but it didn't show how worried and expected she was these days.
"How are you these two days?" Ye Wuchen's hands are respectively close to Ning Xue's left face and Tong Xin's right face. He asks softly, and the little foam around her doesn't turn his face to prevent him from seeing the dissatisfaction on her face.
"Well! These days, sister Tongxin and I have turned around all the places my brother and I have been to... Brother. Who is this little sister? " Ning Xue curiously looks at the girl brought back by Ye Wuchen. From her, she feels a vague sense of familiarity. It's hard for her to remember that she met her by chance in dafengguo three years ago. Tong Xin also looked at her and took back his eyes. She recognized her at once. After all, she and ye Wuchen met in the street not long ago. As for why she is here, she doesn't care.
"My name is Xiaomo. We met outside Tianfeng City three years ago." Xiaomo turned his head, picked up the corners of his mouth and said with a slight feeling of rejection.
"Well, Xueer, do you remember the little girl whose foot was sprained when we went to Tianfeng city to find our sister three years ago?" Ye Wuchen bent down and said to Ning Xue with a smile.
"Well?" Ning Xue thought for a moment and smiled: "Hello, sister Xiaomo, my name is Ning Xue."
She remembered the incident three years ago, but it was hard for her to remember the little girl three years ago. After all, it was only a short contact unexpectedly, and the time had been long{ Thank you for your support. Your support is our greatest motivation}