what to say

Before Mo Lian realized what happened, she just slowly sat on the ground, and Yihuang was already crying and threw herself on her and hugged her.

"Mo Lian! Mo Lian!" Yihuang nervously forgot their master-servant relationship, tears fell like broken pearls.

Cang Xiaoze opened his hand expressionlessly, and the Chicheng Sword was pulled out of Mo Lian's body. Mo Lian's wound spurted out a lot of blood, and the Chicheng Sword flew into Cang Xiaoze's hand dripping with blood.

Mo Lian couldn't say anything, just stared blankly at the ceiling, and slowly covered her chest with one hand, feeling wet. "Don't move! Mo Lian!" Yihuang pointed at the wound and pressed down on the wound with a flashing red light. Only then did she realize that she was worried about the uncomfortable feeling of being alone. Only then did she realize that this feeling made her feel heartbroken. , in pain.

"Xiao...Ze." Mo Lian wanted to cry, but couldn't cry at all. She turned her head with difficulty and looked at Cang Xiaoze.

Because Chichengjian was just bloodthirsty, his whole body exuded a strong red light, floating beside Cang Xiaoze. Cang Xiaoze looked at the heartbroken Yihuang who was busy in a ball, and Mo Lian, who had puzzled and frightened eyes in Yihuang's arms, He didn't say anything, just walked out.

"Cang Xiaoze! Do you still have any conscience! Mo Lian loves you so much and has waited for you for 1000 years! She doesn't want you to be hurt a little bit, and who else can treat you so well except her! What are you doing..." Yihuang cried and trembled all over.

Cang Xiaoze had already walked out of the room, with his back to them, at this moment, her tears flowed down.

"I am a fairy, and it is my duty to eliminate demons..."

Mo Lian slowly closed her eyes.

Every word Cang Xiaoze uttered was so far away, as if it came from a few streets away, holding her Yihuang, trembling with her trembling.

"You!" Yihuang has already gone crazy, and shot a red spell at Cang Xiaoze with one hand, his eyes are full of red blood, since Mo Lian is going to die, you have to bury her with her!

Chicheng Sword stood behind Cang Xiaoze and blocked the magic formula.

"Yihuang..."

The beauty's faint voice came from her arms.

"What's wrong? Mo Lian? How are you?" Yihuang had already stopped Mo Lian's bleeding just now, but Mo Lian was still very weak, whether it was physically or mentally...

"Let her go."

Cang Xiaoze's shoulders shook.

"What?!" Yihuang couldn't believe what she heard, Cang Xiaoze wanted to kill her, but she actually wanted to let Cang Xiaoze go?

"Let her go."

"Wang... why are you so stupid..." Yihuang continued to inject her mana into Mo Lian's body.

"Let me be willful this time."

"you……"

A large white cloud formed under Cang Xiaoze's feet, because Mo Lian lifted the barrier when Yihuang came just now, and it never re-formed, so the white cloud easily carried her to the blue sky.

The purple hair is spread all over the floor, but it has been soaked with red blood. In the same situation, there are also purple gauze skirts and purple brocade clogs.In Mo Lian's purple pupils, there was no light. For the first time, she felt that she was really as stupid as Yi Huang said.

If you are stabbed by an ordinary sword, it is a trivial matter that can be healed in minutes, but the Chicheng sword...

She begged for Yan Luo.

Mo Lian's memories were brought back.

One thousand and five hundred years ago, Chang'an was not called Chang'an, and the world was not so troubled.

At that time, Mo Lian was just a little magic soldier who had just entered the way of magic. She loved to play and often wandered on the streets of the world?

One day she met a little girl in white clothes, Golden Eyes, on the street.The first time I was very curious, I met her, and the second time I met, it happened to be the little girl's birthday.

"Yan Luo, what do you want?" Mo Lian asked.

"Me, what I want most is a sword of my own! A cultivator must have a sword of his own to be majestic!"

Mo Lian scratched her head and said, "Okay, in a week's time, I'll see you here, and I'll give you a sword!"

Yan Luo's eyes were shining: "Really? Thank you!" She hugged Mo Lian tightly while she said that, and Mo Lian touched Yan Luo's hair with a smile.

She heard that there is a blacksmith in the Demon Realm who can almost be called the most powerful blacksmith in the world. Every weapon he forges is a legend of the Three Realms.

However, how could an inconspicuous person like her meet a famous blacksmith.

So, she knelt in front of the blacksmith's shop for three days and three nights, and the blacksmith finally agreed to her.Three days later, the Chicheng Sword was forged and handed over to Mo Lian.

At that time, Chichengjian was just born, he didn't have much spirituality, and he didn't recognize Mo Lian as his master.

Mo Lian looked at the scarlet red Chicheng sword with exquisite patterns, and almost cried out of joy. The blacksmith said to her: "My Chicheng sword can kill immortals at the top and kill demons at the bottom. It is a rare treasure in the Three Realms. No matter what, you can't hand over the Chicheng Sword to people in the fairy world, otherwise there will be disasters in the future."

"I know." Mo Lian nodded, and gave Yan Luo the Chicheng Sword that had not yet awakened the next day.

She will never forget that day when Yanluo kissed her hard on the cheek happily. She knew it was purely because of happiness, but she was still happy for a long time.

"It's all my fault..." Mo Lian thought in her heart, "But what can I do, who told me to love her..."

Outside the earth house, the green hills are still green hills, and the green water is still green water.The birds are still chirping and the flowers are still blooming.

It just started to rain suddenly.

The raindrops were very soft and small, but Mo Lian felt that she could hear the sound of each raindrop falling clearly.

It was like the sound of her heart breaking into pieces.