His greasy, chubby hands clenched tightly on his robes, and his plump, white face, like a jade plate, cried like a child.
Mo Xie was both amused and annoyed. "You silly goose... why are you crying? It's not like we'll never see each other again."
Gui Ying stepped forward and tugged at Ao Fang, glancing at Ji Meiling out of the corner of her eye.
For once, Ao Fang had a sudden realization. He wiped his eyes and exclaimed, "Don't worry, boss, I definitely won't let you down! I...I..."
He was tongue-tied and immediately fell silent.
He simply gave Mo Xie a tight hug, then abruptly turned around.
It ran down the mountain like a ball, "Waaah... Goodbye!"
Gui Ying stepped forward, forcefully raising her head to reveal her pale face beneath her black robe. "Mo Xie, if it weren't for your protection all these years, I would probably have been killed long ago..."
He seemed to have a lot to say, but he just lowered his head and sighed softly, "There are always many people in this world who harbor malicious intentions, especially towards someone like Mo Xie. You must be extra careful!"
"rest assured!"
Mo Xie straightened his black robe and said in a deep voice, "Guiying, promise me you won't act impulsively. It's better to lie low for a while..."
It's better to live than to die!
Although the Shadow Clan could provide him with considerable assistance, he was unwilling to exchange his friend's life for theirs.
Gui Ying shook her head, neither agreeing nor refusing, and simply said, "Goodbye!"
Then he nodded to Ji Meiling, and transformed into a shadowy figure, disappearing down the mountain.
"They've all left..." Mo Xie murmured.
Suddenly, all around became quiet, with only the sound of the mountain wind blowing.
"If we say goodbye, is it really possible to meet again?"
He stared blankly at the leftover food on the table.
Somewhat unimaginable,
The group, who had been drinking and having a good time not long ago, soon went their separate ways.
The setting sun, like blood, poured down.
Moye's dark gold robes rustled in the wind.
His black hair flew wildly, and his tall figure appeared somewhat lonely.
At this moment,
He truly experienced the so-called 'spiritual cultivation is a solitary path'—
Everyone has their own path; it's impossible for us to stay together forever.
They separated and got back together many times.
Like quicksand, they were scattered to the ends of the earth by a gust of wind called 'destiny'.
The shifting sands have scattered us, making it difficult for us to reunite!
"Life is short, and joyful gatherings are rare, while partings are many..."
Mo Xie couldn't help but feel a little melancholy.
"My damn pretentious artsy tendencies..." He shook his head and gave a wry smile.
Just then,
A warm, fragrant breath wafted onto his neck, sending a shiver down his spine.
Ji Meiling's seductive and alluring voice rang in my ears, "Did you calculate that my 'Aunt Flo' would leave today, so you called me out?"
The next second,
Her snow-white, fragrant arms were laid out in front of Mo Xie. "Unwashed, still smelling fresh~"
Looking at his pale, white arm, Mo Xie swallowed hard.
All that melancholy vanished in an instant.
Ji Meiling, the cure for artsy nerds!
Seeing Mo Xie's slightly dazed gaze...
Ji Meiling reached out and hooked her arm around his neck, her smile as radiant as a flower and her eyes as alluring as silk, and hummed, "If you don't mind the mess, then try it?"
"Okay, let's try it..."
Mo Xie smiled slightly and pulled her into his arms...
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P.S. Thank you to reader 【酸酸甜甜的高井梓纱】 for the update reminder charm; thank you to reader 【爱小鲜肉的姐姐】 for the update reminder charm. Old Yun thanks you all!
Graduation season is just around the corner, so this chapter is a perfect gift for graduating students!
In addition, I would like to offer a message to those of you who have already graduated—
"In a fantasy world, friends may need to cross the line between life and death to meet again."
You only need a phone call and a train ticket to reunite, so why do you always seem to miss each other?
This kind of plot, as written by Lao Yun, is perhaps a rare find in the entire world of fiction. A sincere question: do you all like it? If not, Lao Yun will try to avoid writing this kind of pretentious, literary style in the future.
Finally, the next chapter is the last chapter of this volume... *cough*
Goodnight everyone, happy holidays!
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