Huangluo Kyushu

"At least he doesn't want you to die."

I can't bear it, am I dead?

Mo Lian's smile rippled, like microwaves brushing across the surface of a lake, spreading gentle warmth round and round, but those beautiful eyes were hollow and distressing.

"This is the funniest joke I've ever heard." Mo Lian's beautiful eyes flowed, his smile was light, bits and pieces of the smile spread from his face, like a spell, and a low-pitched laughter came , his laughter became more presumptuous, and crystal tears flowed from his beautiful eyes, which had been blind for a long time.

"Everything is like a dream. In this dream, I gave everything. However, I can't get back that person's look back. This is the most ridiculous... love I have ever seen."

Listening to Mo Lian's murmur, Zichuan Bingyue's face was as calm as water, as if she saw a deeper and farther place through Mo Lian's stunning face.

"Why are you telling me? What kind of answer do you want?"

His clear and shallow eyes were gray, and there was no longer a trace of light in sight.

"So, are you coming back?"

Zichuan Bingyue looked at Mo Lian with great interest, will you turn around?

This is the only thing I care about, brother Mo Lian.

"Turn back?" A faint smile slowly bloomed on the flawless skin, and the bright red lips evoked a beautiful arc, with a bit of sarcasm, but gorgeous, "Little devil, are you still out of your mind? "

"Why should I turn back?" asked with a bit of stubbornness.

"He doesn't have any reason, let me turn back for him."

There was a smile on Zichuan Bingyue's face, she won't look back, brother Mo Lian is much more interesting than I imagined.

Mo Lian's stubbornness, in a sense, was beyond Zichuan Bingyue's expectations. The little devil's wide-open eyes, which could see through everything, fixedly looked at Mo Lian. In people, he seems to see the implicit determination.

"If it's you, Bingyue, what the hell are you planning? Didn't you see those eyes a long time ago? Why did you tell me now?"

"I just want to make sure." Zichuan Bingyue's voice was soft and soft, with a hint of laziness, "Brother Mo Lian, do you really have no attachment to him anymore?"

Staring at Mo Lian suspiciously, Zichuan Bingyue saw the flash of astonishment on Mo Lian's face, "It's so possible to completely cut off?"

Mo Lian's voice sounded a little sad, "How can I cut off such a love with all my heart?"

"Then why don't you look back?" Obviously still reluctant to let go of the other party, but no longer look back, Zichuan Bingyue, who has always gone all the way to the dark emotionally, doesn't understand Mo Lian's strange logic.

He could see Mo Lian's infatuation for Mo Han, and the feeling of sadness after being drunk was not for him, but for whom?

"Because, I don't love it anymore, because it is dead."

Thin white fingers caressed his chest, "The moment I left Mo Xi, it was destined that I would never look back."

"Even if he keeps you, even if he says he loves you?" Zichuan Bingyue asked in surprise.

"Oh." Mo Lian smiled lowly, "That's right, even if he keeps me."

However, that is almost impossible.

"I don't understand." Zichuan Bingyue, who was full of doubts, looked at Mo Lian in puzzlement, her eyes, which were said to see through everything, were sparkling and crystal clear.

"I have no reason to love anymore." After a pause, Mo Lian said softly, "Similarly, Mo Han also lost the right to hurt me."

Mo Lian's indifferent but sad face suddenly reminded Zichuan Bingyue of the past a long time ago.

It really happened a long time ago, and such ancient memories are still stubbornly passed on through the eternal reincarnation and the blood of close relatives.

In that vague memory, who held the blood-stained hand and gently stroked whose face?

And whose tears fell to the ground, and ended up in dust?

You gave him the power to hurt you, but why, you also gave it to me?

No why, no why.

Zichuan Bingyue finally understood how simple Mo Lian's way of expressing love was to trust that person and give that person the power to hurt herself.

However, have the feelings that were squandered and the special powers that were endowed finally been fully recovered?

It's really like the heart pierced by thousands of holes portrayed by betrayal...

"Brother Mo Lian..."

Looking at Mo Lian's indifferent face, Zichuan Bingyue felt distressed for a while, and Mo Lian felt more relaxed than ever.

His smile was light and shallow, as if he was relieved from a heavy burden, "What else do you want to say, kid? Let's ask together."

Embarrassedly touching her beautiful black hair, Zichuan Bingyue said, "I just want to make sure of Brother Mo Lian's mind, but Brother Mo Lian seems to be more determined than I thought."

With a long sigh of relief, Zichuan Bingyue said seriously, "Xiliang and Moxi will eventually have a battle. This is what I can see with my eyes, but there are limits to what my eyes can see. This war The key to victory still lies in brother Mo Lian, you can say that it is the key to victory."

"Are you afraid that I will be reluctant?" Suddenly pointed out the extended meaning in Zichuan Bingyue's words

"Are you really not willing to part with it?" I don't understand the change to Zichuan Bingyue this time. After all, no matter how unbearable Mo Xi is, it must be his hometown where he has lived for many years...

"Why don't you give up?" Mo Lian asked back, "I only know that my mother country is Xiliang."

It was rare to see such a resolute side of Mo Lian, Zichuan Bingyue sighed, "Brother Mo Lian, I think I should remind you that you have the soul of a king in you."

Mo Lian lightly raised the corners of her lips, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was as graceful as a startled cloud in the sky, "Little ghost, how far can your eyes see?"

A leisurely exclamation caused Zichuan Bingyue to frown slightly and tilt her head in confusion.

"The limit of what my eyes can see is tied to my brother."

A gentle smile bloomed, and his words carried a warmth that was hard for him to detect.

"Is the person with those eyes staring at Qingcheng?"

Mo Lian smiled and sighed, "Your piano sound is ethereal, it is indeed a rare beauty, if Liao Lun is still there, you will probably like it very much."

The song "Feng Qiuhuang" aroused countless obsessions, and the past was so vivid that he couldn't help but burst into tears.

"Qin art?" Zi Chuan Bingyue's mouth curled into a beautiful smile, "I don't have anything I like. Unlike Brother Mo Lian, playing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting is just a pastime in my spare time."

The only thing that can fascinate him and make him happy is his elder brother Zichuan Qingcheng in the whole world.

What Zichuan Bingyue said made the smile behind Mo Lian feel sad for no reason. Originally, she did not approve of the young master coming here, and she was also afraid of the two princes, but in the final analysis, the two princes The prince is just a child younger than her.

Hanxiao feels that she can't even imagine that there are such boring people in the world, yes they are boring.

He is proficient in everything in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but only stops here, and he doesn't even have anything he likes. That child put an end to all possibilities of sinking himself.He kept making himself strong, strong enough to keep up with his brother, like a victim of the family, seriously like a rigid machine.

Zichuan Bingyue, who grew up under the guidance of her elder brother, has enough freedom, but she has developed such a temperament in order to cooperate with her elder brother.What about Zichuan Qingcheng?Hanxiao didn't even dare to imagine Zichuan Qingcheng, that seemingly perfect and high-ranking prince of a country, how sad and helpless would such a person be?

"Even with my brother's company, it's not enough..."

What Mo Lian blurted out subconsciously made Zichuan Bingyue's face show something similar to sadness for the first time, "Sometimes I feel very lonely..."

Especially when he saw them running towards their mother's arms again, he swallowed the last sentence abruptly in his throat.

Little children tell the truth.

"So I'm very happy."

Mo Lian's smile is as dazzling as a lotus flower in full bloom, with a peerless grace and beauty.

"In the past, I always thought that there is nothing more terrifying than losing him and losing my homeland. However, when I really leave all this behind, I feel relaxed and happier than all the previous days. "

"I think all the reluctance and all the pain are due to my own obsession."

Smiling softly, Mo Lian at that moment was so beautiful that it made people sink.

"Which family's beauty is that?" The voices of two teenagers whispering in the distance came, and in the ears of the three, the sadness for a while was broken, and Zichuan Bingyue returned to that proud and arrogant look when she looked back. .

In the boundless snow, Mo Lian, who was blind, could only see a halo of white light covering the sky and covering the sky.

Apparently those two teenagers were obsessed with Mo Lian's delicate and exquisite face. Zichuan Bingyue's face was absolutely beautiful, and her gestures and gestures carried an unbelievable arrogance. As the son of Mo Xi's most beautiful woman, her appearance and The beauty of Zichuan Bingyue, who is exactly the same as the princess, will not lose to Mo Lian.

However, his appearance is too charming and enchanting, with a kind of enchanting male and female appearance.And Mo Lian, who also has a beautiful face, is as indifferent as a shock, and her demeanor can only be described as "stunning"?

If we say that the beauty of Zichuan Bingyue lies in the charm he has captured.The beauty of Mo Lian lies in his extraordinary detachment.

"What are you doing here?" Zichuan Bingyue asked dissatisfiedly, and Mo Lian beside her immediately heard the hidden dissatisfaction in the little devil's voice.

"Whose family do you think this is?" The purple-clothed boy retorted to him disdainfully, "Without your brother Zichuan Qingcheng, what do you think you are?"

Zichuan Bingyue's smile was light, and his cold killing intent spread. His voice was as soft as the mildest drizzle in February, "Then what are you? I don't even care about your father, let alone your father." You, of course, I don't mind cleaning up the house for your father."

"Ice Moon."

Mo Lian's voice and the cold wind in the ice country well suppressed Zichuan Bingyue's next actions.

"It turns out there is another person besides Qingcheng, who can make the proud and arrogant Prince Xuelian submit willingly?"

"Don't get me wrong." Zichuan Bingyue's smile was full of arrogance that couldn't be concealed.

"In heaven and earth, I, Zichuan Bingyue, only listen to brother Qingcheng."