Why is Gu Wei crying?
Why is he crying!
Xie Ling's heart ached and she wanted to turn around to check on Gu Wei's condition.
But today, Gu Wei was particularly stubborn. He held Xie Ling's shoulders tightly and prevented her from turning around.
Xie Ling was helpless and deliberately said in a cold voice: "Gu Wei, if you do this again, I will be angry."
Only then did Gu Wei slowly let go of his hand.
Xie Ling turned her head and saw Gu Wei's handsome cheeks were stained with tears, his straight nose was pink, and his long eyelashes were fluttering, which was enough to melt people's hearts.
Gu Wei turned his head and said with a nasal voice, "Don't laugh at me."
Xie Ling sighed, stretched out her hands to hold Gu Wei in her arms, and said softly: "Tell me, what's wrong? Why are you crying?"
Gu Wei sniffed and returned to his cold expression, except that his eyes were a little red.
He took the wooden box beside him, took out the scroll inside, and unfolded it in front of Xie Ling.
Xie Ling stared at the two scrolls with a frozen gaze.
Gu Wei's facial features are simply a combination of the two.
Especially the stunning beauty with unparalleled grace, who looks almost exactly like Gu Weisheng, and every part of her is the most perfect work of the Creator.
Even in the end times, Xie Ling had never seen such a natural and pure beauty.
And that man’s eyes were exactly the same as Gu Wei’s.
They were clearly amorous peach blossom eyes, but because of the cold expression, they seemed to have a sense of otherworldliness, as if they were free from human emotions and desires, and their demeanor was ethereal and lofty.
Xie Ling frowned slightly.
"Are they your biological parents?"
Gu Wei lowered his eyebrows and nodded slowly.
He narrated the incident in a concise manner.
However, the matter of defying fate and changing destiny was concealed.
Xie Ling's brows furrowed tighter and tighter.
“So, your master is your biological father.
There were traitors among the nine noble families of the Zhou Dynasty, and your mother was killed by them.
And they are looking for other hidden families to unify the seven kingdoms?"
Gu Wei nodded.
“Master’s divination has never been wrong. The one who could kill him might be Dark Owl.
Therefore, I want to set out for Tingxue Tower tomorrow to bring my master to my side."
Xie Ling shook her head, "No, let's go now, not until tomorrow, let's go tonight!"
Gu Wei opened his eyes slightly, "Now?"
Xie Ling nodded.
"Your master has a cold personality. Since he sent a letter to my grandfather, he must know that his death is near. We must race against time. Let Linglong and the people from Mingyue Island stay in Qinghe County for now."
Gu Wei pondered for a moment.
He replied, “Okay.”
Xie Ling was busy sorting out the thoughts in her mind.
Didn't notice the pain in Gu Wei's eyes.
He himself also learned divination.
Although his learning was not as sophisticated as Zang Qing's, he still achieved some success.
Just like Zang Qing said, fate cannot be reversed.
He also didn't know whether he could save Zang Qing by going there.
Destiny is a predetermined trajectory.
…….
Soon, the two packed up their things and rushed to Tingxue Tower overnight.
Tingxue Tower is said to be in a secluded place, but in fact it is located in a hidden mountain range at the junction of Fengwu Kingdom, Beijiang Kingdom and Yunqin Kingdom.
It's just a formation set up so that people in the world can't see it.
At this moment, a group of people were walking in the mountains.
The leader wore a pure black cloak, revealing only a pair of cold eyes.
He looked around, and from time to time he directed people to cut down a tree or move a stone.
A path suddenly appeared among the lush mountains, winding upward like a giant dragon reaching into the sky.
One of them said:
"Priest Mu is indeed amazing, worthy of being the heir of the Leng Mu family. No wonder Mr. Weisheng praised you so much."
The man called Priest Mu nodded slightly, lowered his eyes and said, "Thank you for your praise. I have only made a small achievement."
After he finished speaking, the man looked up at the rolling mountains, his eyes full of fanaticism.
The last time the main priest altar was destroyed, he was seriously injured and was in a coma for two years before waking up.
Fortunately, the plan has not yet begun.
I didn’t expect that Mr. Weisheng could find the descendants of Leng Mu’s family.
He wanted to see whether the orthodox descendant of Tingxue Tower was more powerful, or he, the descendant of the unorthodox witchcraft, was more powerful.
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