Shangguan Qianhui is naturally beautiful, with a face like a hibiscus, and she is extremely beautiful.
Although her face is pale and her body is like a willow tree at the moment, this not only does not weaken her beauty at all, but also highlights her feminine softness, highlighting a kind of beauty that I still feel pity for.
Feel.
She looked at Ye Mo intently for a while, then suddenly chuckled.
The chuckle eventually turned into a crazy laugh.
She laughed a little crazy and a little nervously.
"Dead haha, dead, dead haha, dead oooh, dead wuwu" She was laughing and crying at the same time, murmuring the word "dead" repeatedly in her mouth, her eyes were distracted, and when she turned her head to look at the cliff, the sadness on her face was so rich and deep.
Ye Mo felt heavy in his heart.
He twisted Shangguan Qianhui's head, put away the ancient sword with a wave of his hand, then stared at Shangguan Qianhui's pretty face, raised his right hand, and slapped her. snap The crisp and loud slap resounded in all directions, and could be heard very clearly even amid the thunder.
There was a slap mark on Shangguan Qianhui's face instantly.
She was stunned for a long time before she suddenly came back to her senses and looked at Ye Mo blankly, with some disbelief: "Hit me."
"call."
When Ye Mo heard what she said, he breathed a sigh of relief, held her hand, turned around and walked away: "You know it's okay if I beat you.
Leave quickly.
If you don't leave, I will beat you again."
"I won't leave even if you beat me to death.
I have to wait for Xiaogang.
I have to wait for him."
Shangguan Qianhui shouted, and the originally chaotic voice sounded much louder and clearer now.
Ye Mo's slap hurt her very much and completely woke her up from the chaos.
She felt her face was burning, and the pain hit the top of her forehead, causing her to gasp in pain.
But Chu Xiaogang's death still stabbed her heart like a knife, and she was also in unbearable pain.
On one side is the pain that clears my head, and on the other side is the chaotic pain in my heart.
This feeling of ice and fire made Shangguan Qianhui's body tremble with pain.
In the end, she saw that her hand was still being held tightly by Ye Mo, and she could no longer walk to the edge of the cliff to see Looking at Chu Xiaogang at the bottom of the abyss, he couldn't help but feel sad and started to cry again.
She was half-kneeling on the wasteland and crying, while hitting Ye Mo's arms and feet.
While beating, he shouted: "You are bad, you bad guy, you are bad to death."
After beating her, she stood up without knowing it, and hammered Ye Mo's chest with both hands: "You bad guy, bad guy, wuwu" She kept beating, maybe because she was tired, maybe because she thought of Chu Xiaogang's death, or maybe because she saw that Ye Mo didn't resist from the beginning to the end, but just looked down at her quietly.
She finally couldn't help it anymore, and her tears burst out again, mixed with the rain, and flowed down from the corners of her eyes, pretty face, and chin like a trickling stream.
She threw herself into Ye Mo's arms, crying and scolding while beating him.
Ye Mo let her beat him, standing quietly like a mountain on top of the corpses in the wasteland, looking at the pretty girl who threw himself in her arms with a deep frown.
Although she seemed to hit her hard, when she landed on Ye Mo's chest, it was like soft cotton, and he didn't feel any pain at all.
However, when he stared at her face quietly, for some reason, his heart suddenly felt like being pricked by a needle, and the pain made him almost fall to his knees.
"How could it happen?"
Ye Mo was very puzzled.
He had only known Guan Qianhui for a few days, but when he saw her throwing herself into his arms, crying in the heavy rain, on the bones, and under the thunder, why did he feel that this scene seemed familiar?
It seems like a long, long time ago, such a scene happened But He has obviously only lived for eighteen years.
This is his first time in such a place.
How could he feel familiar?
Must be an illusion Ye Mo shook his head and looked down at Shangguan Qianhui.
Seeing this, he couldn't help but be speechless.
Shangguan Qianhui actually fell asleep in his arms.
She clutched the placket of his chest tightly, with two traces of tears deeply etched on her pretty face.
The heavy rain poured down and fell on her face, and many drops of water flowed from the corners of her eyes.
It was crystal clear, Ye Mo looked at it, and for a moment he couldn't tell whether it was tears or water.
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"Hello, Shangguan Qianhui."
He called her, but when she didn't respond at all, he had no choice but to pick her up by the waist and walk towards Yixiantian.
It was already midnight, and the earth was dark.
Except for a few flashes of lightning that occasionally shocked the world, there was only a dim yellow light moving unsteadily in the mountains.
"Where have I been?"
Ye Mo walked in the direction of Lanruo Temple according to the route in his memory.
He walked through the sky, stepped on the muddy mountain road, and climbed over the mountains he had passed before.
After walking for more than ten minutes, Lanruo Temple was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, it feels like it's moving in circles.
And that's exactly what happened.
Not long after, he walked back to the muddy mountain road.
Looking at the sky not far behind him, Ye Mo frowned: "What the hell is going on?"
He walked through the mountain road again and climbed to the top of a mountain.
Looking in all directions, he saw that the surroundings were hazy, and the mountains shrouded in the night rain looked strange and desolate.
He looked back behind him and saw that the mountain road he had just walked was also shrouded in a thin layer of mist and rain, like a veiled girl, unable to see clearly.
"There is indeed something weird about this place."
Ye Mo felt a little nervous.
He hugged Shangguan Qianhui, who was tightly holding his clothes, with one hand.
He moved his right hand and the ancient sword appeared in his hand again.
He has no magic power at this moment, and the only thing he can rely on is his own strength, the ancient sword in his hand, and some special magic weapons such as coffin nails, fairy water, and wind talisman.
He looked solemn, and when he was about to explore further, a faint babbling cry suddenly appeared from the right direction.
This cry was pitiful and pitiful.
In the night and heavy rain, mixed with the sound of thunder, rain, and the sound of Shangguan Qianhui's breathing in his arms, it gave Ye Mo a particularly desolate feeling.
This is secondary.
The most important thing is that the babbling sound is very familiar to my ears.
Ye Mo's heart moved and he couldn't help but stride towards the direction of the crying.
After descending the hillside and crossing the ancient road, a broken bridge appeared in front of us.
The broken bridge connected the other end.
Ye Mo grabbed the rope and walked carefully.
Along the bridge, listening to the cries, he walked around all the way.
After a while, he felt that his eyes suddenly opened up, and he came to a lawn.
The surrounding fields are lonely, with a gurgling stream on the left and an unreachable steep wall on the right.
And the location of the crying sound was in a flower cluster not far in front of him
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