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On Yi Qingyun's forehead, there is a faint phantom of scales, which is enough to see his anger at this time.

His forbearance at this time was not because of Murong Qingran's identity, let alone because of Murong Qingran's strength.

Just because today is a special day.

He didn't want to mess everything up.

At this time, a cold hand came up.

"Don't take this bottle yet. Didn't you see Fellow Daoist Murong holding it all the time?" Mo Beichen raised his chin and said to the attendant who was waiting beside him.

The attendant rushed to pick it up, but was directly shaken away by Murong Qingran's spiritual power.

"Murong Qingran, what do you want to do?" Mo Beichen frowned, he had already let Murong Qingran down the steps.

"Beichen, have you forgotten that you have the poison of love in your body? You are obsessed with love and poison, do you really want to be with this person? Beichen, don't be obsessed with it, don't be obsessed with it anymore. You will ruin yourself." Murong Qingran was a little emotional, his pale face turned red.

He looked at the two people in red clothes who were like fire on the opposite side, it was extremely dazzling.

He just wanted to quickly end this absurd farce-like ceremony with his own hands.

"Look, I brought you this three-purity bottle of Brahma. I won't let you make mistakes again and again." Murong Qingran's eyes were soft but hidden deep inside was a frightening paranoia.

"Murong Qingran, this deity has no last patience with you."

"Get out, I don't want to see you again."

The ruthless determination in Feng's eyes made Murong Qing's heart terribly cold. He never expected that Mo Beichen would be so ungrateful to him in front of everyone.

When exactly did it become like this.

Obviously these eyes were full of admiration when they looked at him before!

Murong Qingran's mind was a little messed up, and he even wondered if he was crazy.

He remembered the time when his master brought Mo Beichen to him for the first time. At that time, Mo Beichen was only 16 years old, he had been abolished, skinny, and dirty like a homeless wild cat. .

The 16-year-old Mo Beichen hid behind his master and looked at him quietly, with fear in his eyes but more surprise.

Only then did Murong Qingran realize how easy she was to please.

But because of the boy's gaze, he indulged the black palm to hold his clean fingertips, and he readily accepted the crisp voice calling him "Brother Qingran".

The 16-year-old Mo Beichen would often look at him with admiration and yearning eyes, and would often glibly praise him as the most beautiful person in the world.

That look is almost as if he is the whole of this boy.

He enjoys the youth's admiration, and he is satisfied with the youth's dependence. He once thought that these privileges that belonged to him would never change.

The boy's eyes seemed to follow him forever.

"There must be a mistake somewhere." Murong Qingran murmured, he was hunched over, holding the Brahma Sanqing bottle, his whole body looked wobbly.

"Don't you understand what I'm saying? Get out!" Mo Beichen was sullen, angry and remorseful in his heart.

He shouldn't be soft-hearted towards Murong Qingran again.

He shouldn't have believed the nonsense of Murong Qingran, a lunatic.

"Hahaha." Murong Qing burst out laughing suddenly, he bent down and put the Brahma Sanqing bottle on the ground.

Then he began to cough violently, curled up, and the blood that he coughed up splashed out, and everyone quickly backed away.

Yi Qingyun sat back on the chair in silence, while Mo Beichen looked away and stopped looking.

"I'll go, I'll just go, hahaha." Looking up, Murong Qingran's face was already covered with tears, he looked at the red figure in front of him, his heart was pierced like a knife.

Finally, he staggered up, opened the door and left.

Murong Qing walked out of the Xuanhuang Palace like a walking dead, but he still couldn't escape the city full of red. It seemed that everyone was satisfied, and he was the only one who lost everything.

"Let's start over, why don't we do it again." Murong Qing murmured, as if he suddenly thought of something, he hurriedly took out the life-saving scroll from his sleeve.

He stretched out his hand and carefully opened the scroll.

"Yes, let Beichen go back with me this time, and I will let him see Yi Qingyun's true face. Only then will he understand everything, and he will understand my good intentions."

"He will always be by my side."

The atmosphere of the originally lively and festive ceremony became weird. Everyone looked at the pool of blood on the ground and the Brahma Sanqing bottle and dared not say a word.

His eyes peeked at the two silent people in the high position.

"Today, the deity is not feeling well. Everyone, please go to the side hall to eat and rest. If there is any place that is not well taken care of, I hope you will forgive me." After half a stick of incense, Mo Beichen finally spoke.

Everyone was very knowledgeable, they didn't want to stay for long, they all responded and followed the attendants of Xuanhuang Palace and filed out.

After a while, there was no one in the hall.

"Take this bottle down, it's ruined." Mo Beichen slightly closed his eyes and said to the attendants beside him.

"Put it down." A deep male voice.

The attendant was startled, and quickly put the bottle back where it was, not daring to touch it again.

Mo Beichen glanced at the person sitting there, let out a long sigh, and waved his hand.

All the attendants bowed slightly and retreated.

With a bang, after the door was closed, there were only Yi Qingyun and Mo Beichen in the hall.

"I'm sorry, it's my fault. I shouldn't have allowed Murong Qingran to come." Mo Beichen walked up to the man, squatted down slowly, and held those warm hands in his palms, "I'm sorry."

"It's not your fault." Pulling him up into his arms, "It's mine."

"It was because of my negligence that I ruined everything. You obviously haven't rested for two months preparing for this hall." You buried your head in the man's neck, your voice was a little dull, "I didn't handle it well."

The man didn't speak, just hugged him tightly.

Until Mo Beichen felt the pain of being strangled by the opponent's arm, Yi Qingyun suddenly let go.

"What's wrong with you?" Mo Beichen raised his head.

Yi Qingyun was expressionless, as if the whole person was like a sculpture.

"Beichen, use the Brahma Sanqing bottle to cure the poison of love." The man's voice didn't fluctuate at all.

"Yi Qingyun, what did you say?" Mo Beichen frowned, retracted his arms around the man, and stood up.

"Use the Brahma Three Cleansing Bottle to detoxify the poison of love."

"It's not necessary."

"We are not really together like this." Yi Qingyun looked at the blue and white bottle, and said slowly: "I promised to help you detoxify, but I was wrong and I was negligent. I shouldn't Taking advantage of others, he tied you by his side with love poison."

Mo Beichen had a headache, and Yi Qingyun was a fool and a deadhead.

He guessed that the other party would be entangled in it, and only accepted death.

Now, as expected, what he was most worried about happened.

"You have been poisoned by love, it's justifiable. And I shouldn't have done this." As an invincible emperor, Yi Qingyun lowered his head, like a child who made a mistake, he grabbed the opponent's hand.

"Beichen, maybe you don't really like me."

The moment he said this, Yi Qingyun felt that his heartbeat had stopped.

The body couldn't help shaking slightly.

Clap!

Mo Beichen opened the hand that was holding him hard.

Yi Qingyun had a red mark on the back of his hand.

"Yi Qingyun, are you thinking of straws?" Mo Beichen's anger was finally completely ignited. Although he told himself not to care about it, but hearing what Yi Qingyun said personally, Mo Beichen couldn't help it.

He really didn't expect that after doing so carefully, the other party still doubted his feelings.

Damn it, idiot!

The man raised his head, his blood-colored eyes were a little dazed.

"Who do you think I am, with some kind of bullshit love poison that really can't make the wind clear?" Mo Beichen was so angry with this man for the first time.

"Do you think that if I change to anyone, as long as I am poisoned by love, I will be willing to run around him like a dog? Will I be willing to serve him like an old mother?"

The more Mo Beichen talked, the more angry he became, he suddenly took the man's hand.

Yi Qingyun was startled, his pupils shrank.

"Do you think that if I change to anyone, as long as I am poisoned by love, I will be willing to lie under him, and I will have this kind of reaction to everyone? Yi Qingyun, who do you think I am?"

"Beichen, that's not what I meant."

Mo Beichen took a step back and raised his hands, "Okay, I was wrong, I am this kind of person. After all, before I met you, I liked to search for flowers and ask willows. Huancai Pavilion, Jinmeilou, Manchunyuan, Jinfeng Lou...I can’t count the green buildings I’ve been to for a few days.”

"It's all because of this kind of passion, those poor pretty girls probably don't even remember what I look like." Mo Beichen turned around and walked quickly to the Brahma Sanqing bottle, picked it up, "I'm really a sinner!"

"Beichen!" Yi Qingyun stood up abruptly.

Looking at Yi Qingyun's handsome face, Mo Beichen's blood turned pale with fright, and he felt angry and funny in his heart.

He even began to wonder if there was something wrong with Yi Qingyun, so that he didn't deserve the other party's distrust.

"What are you afraid of? Don't you just expect me to solve it?" The white finger patted the porcelain bottle lightly, "You will understand after solving it, won't you?"

Yi Qingyun stood there blankly, his emotions and reason were in a frantic battle, staring closely at the figure holding the bottle.

Mo Beichen's body paused, and he suddenly raised his head and asked, "Yi Qingyun, does it mean that I don't like you, and you don't like me anymore?"

"..."

Yi Qingyun wanted to say something, but he didn't know why he couldn't make a sound.

Anxiety, heartache, anger, and fear.

Yi Qingyun was confused for a moment, not knowing what to do.

"Heh." Mo Beichen looked at the man's stupid look, hooked the corners of his mouth, and sneered.

Yi Qingyun's heart rose to his throat, and he saw Mo Beichen put his head close to the bottle.

When Mo Beichen raised his head, Yi Qingyun panicked, his heart beat fast, as if he was waiting for fate to give him the final judgment.

click-

Mo Beichen casually threw the bottle on the ground, and the extremely precious Brahma Sanqing bottle just shattered to the ground.

"Beichen—" Yi Qingyun called tremblingly.

Then he saw that the stunning face turned to him, and the phoenix eyes were so clear that only he was imprinted.

Mo Beichen smiled.

"Yi Qingyun, you are right. You still know me, I really don't seem to like you." After speaking, the hem of the red clothes fluttered and left without a trace of nostalgia.

"Where are you going?" Mo Beichen had just stepped out of the threshold when someone grabbed his wrist.

"It's none of your business! Let go!"

The man pulled him tightly into his arms, his voice trembling, "Beichen, I was wrong, you can't leave me."

The person in the arms did not speak.

"Beichen, as you said, if the poison of love is cured and you don't want me anymore, I can take the initiative."

People are like this, only when they lose, will they know what they want.

"Beichen, Beichen?"

Yi Qingyun saw that the person in his arms suddenly lost strength and made no sound, so he quickly lowered his head.

The person in his arms was as peaceful as if he had fallen asleep.

"Beichen, Beichen!" Yi Qingyun shook his cold body.

There was no reaction at all.

His hand touched the slender wrist tremblingly.

The man was stunned, his stern face completely cracked.

No pulse.

Mo Beichen... died.

The author has something to say: It's okay, I feel bad, I write about abuse very generally.

NG site:

Yi Qingyun: "Where are you going?"

Mo Beichen: "The rain girl has no melons!"

Yi Qingyun: "..."

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