No wonder I felt the breath of the moon on her.Naran looked over his chest and looked as pale as snow, and he took a deep breath, "I'm going to get the moon back now."

"It's no use, she's the voice now, and she won't come back with you."The frowned.

I said, "How can the master not want us, and hit us... She is the sound of the sound, she is the idea of the master's previous life."Xiao Xuaner's face suddenly looked at him, and immediately frowned with doubts, "But isn't the idea of the sound of the voice of the master?"Besides, the sound was dead, so how could she control her master’s body?”

Shen’s face is equally doubtful.4

“That’s the sound of it!More than 60,000 years ago, the voice of hate ended, her heart of the hatred of the emperor is too deep, so left a little obsession, has not been dispersed, this time should be in the moon injury encountered danger, consciousness fell asleep, the voice of the obsession will dominate the body.I have to say that the 89 that Yanxin has analyzed is not far from ten, as if he saw it with his own eyes.

“How do you wake up the memory of the Lord?”He frowned, worried.

“The sound of the sound?”Naran's eyebrows were locked.

"Unless the consciousness of the moon awakens, the moon can really wake up."He sighed, “I just don’t know what the moon’s consciousness is now...”

“Shut up, where are you going?”The eyes of the old man and the distant figure in front of him, he hurried to ask.

“I’m going to get the moon back.”In a soft voice with incomparable strength.

“She’ll kill you!”The incandity shouted.

“If I can’t bring her back safely, I’d rather die!”The cold and easy figure is determined and determined.

"Oh..." Yan Xin did not stop again, but sighed heavily, the dust of the sex she knows best, once the decision of the matter will hardly change, otherwise more than 60,000 years ago he will not choose to blow himself after the sound, but also will not accompany her through the third, do not give up, so can see how deep his feelings for the sound of the sound!

I just hope he can awaken the moon's sleeping consciousness!

“Lord, wait for us...” Xiao Xuaner and Shen followed the past, how could they find the master to lose their share?

Before they were not accompanied by the master, they would let the master face so many dangers alone, this time they said nothing to leave!

???

On the same day, the last rub of the sun fell, and the surrounding area was completely dark, and there was a loneliness in the sky, only a few cicadas.

“The sand...”

The wind is blowing, the branches are shaking, the shadows are full.

In the quiet night, the lonely figure walked aimlessly on the blue stone path that curved in the forest, wandering and sad coming to her like a tide, wrapping her, and appearing to fall.

The dead leaves that fall with the wind seem to be singing the sadness of this moment in a low shallow way.

I can't see the five fingers, only the silvery moonlight shines on my shoulders.The cold mountain can only see the skinny back of the girl, carrying too much carrying too much...

In the past, those eyes as clear as the lake were full of tears, a scarlet, confused, painful, helpless...

The Emperor is dead...

Why? why?

Isn’t the man he loves a dream?

Why did he explode?Is it really for her...

???No!

She doesn’t believe it!

If he really loved her, then why did he never come to see her more than 60,000 years ago when she was imprisoned, but turned around and married the dream of being a princess!

So she doesn’t believe it!

Unless he says it himself!

No, even if he said it himself, she didn’t believe it!Is it not enough to taste the pain more than 60,000 years ago?Do you want to be fooled again?

He died, that is what he should deserve, that is what he should deserve!

Why is my heart so painful, and the pain is almost numb...

Footsteps faltered, stumbled, about to fall, a thick and powerful warm palm quickly stretched over, holding her soft and delicate body.

That kind of familiarity...

She looked up mechanically and saw the purple eyes full of tender care, just like the original...

“The dust...” She looked at him, whispering.

The next moment she pushed him away mercilessly, "No, you are not dust, you are not him, although you look exactly the same, even the eyes are the same, but you are not him!"You are not...”

Their breath is different.

Even after more than 60,000 years, she can still tell at a glance.

Can't forget it? - No, I can't.

She got up from the ground and continued to walk aimlessly.

Naran was quietly behind him.

“Don’t follow me...” The cold, heartless voice came from the secluded front.

He was still behind him.

“Don’t follow me anymore!”She looked back, a pair of heartless cold eyes cold and cold looking at the Nalan scene in front of her.

“I’m not going to leave.”

What?! 🙂

The long sword cut through the air, and the cold sword front was on his slender neck.

“Give me three seconds and disappear into my sight or I’ll kill you!”

“I said I wouldn’t leave!Even if you kill me, I won’t leave.”The strong sword was still around the neck, and Nalan's eyebrows were still not wrinkled, and there was calm in the purple eyes.

“Don’t think I dare to kill you!”The sword in the sound of the voice was a little bit hard, the sharp blade cut through his skin, and a hint of red blood fell down the sword, dripping on the ground and into the darkness.

“If you kill me, I won’t leave!”

“Why follow me!”The sound of the eyebrows is locked.

"Because you and my wife look a lot like that... I'm waiting for her to come back."Like a clear violet eye like a lake, looking affectionately at the beautiful face opposite.

That affectionate eyes let the sound of the sound of breath choking, there was a moment of asphyxiation, at this moment she seemed to see the man she once loved, and also stared at her so affectionately.

The dust...

She shook her head, her mouth a mocking sneer, but the man she loved betrayed her, betrayed their oath, was no longer her dust...

“She looks like me, what about me?”I am not your wife, don’t follow me anymore!Otherwise I will kill you!”The sound of the sound came back to God, snorted coldly, and put away the sword in his hand and continued to walk forward.

Nalan is still slowly following behind.