Ten mile long street empty tears

"Mu Jun went to the camp of the Red Clothes Sect by herself, and I don't know what happened." Ye Anxu told Mu Jun whereabouts.

"What's wrong with me?" Dongfang Qinglan lowered her eyes and continued to treat her wounded.

"Create the Red Clothes School by yourself, you can decide for yourself, Qing Lan." Ye Anxu didn't like Mu Jun's attitude towards Dongfang Qinglan.

But after so many years, they are no longer the teenagers they were back then, and they will not be so reckless and impulsive.

Thinking about it carefully, there is too much confusion hidden in it.

Mu Jun can defend Dongfang Qinglan against the sky and the dead alone, but how could she not believe her.

It seemed like a fatal move, but Dongfang Qinglan still survived, right?

In the past few years when Mu Jun disappeared, no one knows what she has experienced, but the gray hair turned silver, which makes people know that Mu Jun's life in these years is no better than Dongfang Qinglan.

However, no one can make a decision for Dongfang Qinglan, and it is her business not to forgive.

Dongfang Qinglan still told the man about her situation unhurriedly.

Ye Anxu will turn around and continue to work, Liu Mingxue is helping, eyes meet, Ye Anxu moved his lower lip slightly: "Thank you."

"This matter happened because of Liu Wuye, and I am responsible for it."

Ye Anxu lowered her eyes, she was still the same.

In the sub-altar of the Red Clothes Sect, there were corpses all over the ground, and this sub-altar was completely destroyed.

Among the red, lay a woman in green clothes and white hair.

Dongfang Qinglan walked over slowly, her fingertips trembling slightly.

That person squinted her eyes and looked calm. If it wasn't for the surrounding situation, people might think she was just taking a nap.

An extremely weak heartbeat, weak breathing, and hollowed out internal strength.

Dongfang Qinglan bit her lower lip tightly.

He reached out and hugged the person.

"The debt owed to me has not been paid, so you are not allowed to die."

Mu Jun slowly opened her eyes: "Lan'er, I'm sorry."

Dongfang Qinglan's tense emotions collapsed at that moment, and a tear fell down.

In recent years, no one has seen the stunning and brilliant Dongfang Qinglan in Wanhua Valley, only the Dongfang military doctor who was rescued from the bottom of the cliff by Tiance's army.

There was no news of that pure-yang disciple who was Qingfengmingyue.

Some are just embarrassing stories between them.

Now Dongfang Qinglan is holding the person in her arms, full of mixed feelings.

I can't forget her disappointed eyes, I can't forget the trap she set up with the Central Plains martial arts to besiege me, and I can't forget every sword stabbed on my body.

I can't forget that when they were painting and playing swords in the Valley of Ten Thousand Flowers, the fingers of Yangzhou City were intertwined.

The white hair and the bleeding wound pierced Dongfang Qinglan's eyes.

Chapter 31

Dongfang Qinglan carried her back to her residence, and Mu Jun had already lost consciousness.

Mu Jun was seriously injured. It would be a very risky thing for one person to single out the entire Red Clothes Sect.

Gently take off the clothes on Mu Jun's body.

It wasn't until the carcass fell into her eyes that Dongfang Qinglan's tightly biting lower lip slowly loosened, and her fingertips touched the large and small scars on her body.

That body was covered with scars, a little disgusting, a little scary.

The pure white hair and bloodless cheeks made her look lifeless, as if she would never wake up again after this sleep.

He got up, still frowning, and opened the medicine box to dispense the medicine.

Then ask someone to prepare some hot water, sprinkle the medicine, and then carry the person into the bathtub.

Caressing Mu Jun's cheek with his fingertips, he sighed.

Take the silver needle and dredge the meridians in her body.

Mu Jun was sweating profusely, and her breathing gradually became heavier.

Dongfang Qinglan has been cautious all the time, for fear of any mistakes. After all, dredging the meridians is also a very labor-intensive task. If there is a slight mistake, Mujun's martial arts will be useless.

Pulling out the last silver needle, Dongfang Qinglan heaved a sigh of relief.

Put away the silver needle, picked up Mu Jun, and put it back on the bed.

Dongfang Qinglan took the prepared medicine and carefully applied the medicine to Mu Jun. She carefully applied the medicine to every wound. Large and small wounds were all over her body. Dongfang Qinglan was a little annoyed.

Those who are angry with her don't care about their own safety.

After applying the good medicine, he took a thin light shirt and covered her body.

The quilt is too heavy, and Mu Jun has wounds all over her body, so it is not suitable to be oppressed.

After finally finishing her work, Dongfang Qinglan sat by the bed and watched the people on the bed.

He reached out and turned off the light.

Gently leaning against the edge of the bed, eyes closed, if it was before everything happened, Dongfang Qinglan would have chosen to lie down beside her, waiting for her to wake up.

A mocking laugh sounded in the darkness, Dongfang Qinglan opened her eyes, the light of the moon scattered in the room, illuminating the area in front of the window.

The carved door was closed again, and the shadow of the woman walking in the dark was elongated by the moonlight, making her look extraordinarily lonely in this empty courtyard.

The night wind blows up the soft blue hair, and Dongfang Qinglan raises her eyes to look at the sky. The lake in her heart that has been calm for so long has ripples again because of the reunion of an old friend.

She thought they would never see each other again in this life, but Dongfang Qinglan forgot that Mu Jun was never a person who avoided the world.

Dongfang Qinglan walked outside Dongfang Yuxuan's residence.

Dongfang Yuxuan put down the book in his hand and walked out of the house.

"Qing Lan, pay homage to Gu Master." Dong Fang Qing Lan half-kneeled respectfully.

"Get up." Dongfang Yuxuan was the master of the valley after all.

"Little Yun'er..." Dongfang Qinglan asked worriedly.

"Tomorrow I will return to the valley. This child's life is saved. As for the rest, I can't guarantee it." Dongfang Yuxuan shook his head.