After recounting a series of bittersweet memories,
Si Feiyue slowly relaxed the slender white fingers that were gripping her hair.
She murmured, "It's all my fault... I'm a cursed person..."
There were no tears in the peach blossom's eyes.
His emotions quickly calmed down.
Because more than a decade has passed, my tears have long since dried up!
Since my heart is already riddled with holes, why should I fear heartache?
"Someone like me isn't worth saving!"
Si Feiyue said in an icy tone, then turned and left.
Thank you... but I don't want to hurt you.
Her slightly hurried figure resembled that of a wounded little animal, desperately seeking a quiet, secluded place to lick its wounds.
"Si Feiyue, right?"
"The name sounds nice."
"My name is Mo Xie. If you don't mind, I'll be your friend from now on."
Mo Xie said loudly.
Facing those with good fortune,
Kill or conquer?
He has made his choice!
Si Feiyue's body trembled slightly.
But she didn't turn around.
Keep walking forward.
They walked faster and faster.
They walked faster and faster...
Until her alluring black figure disappeared into the vast night.
But a few glistening tears remained.
Accompanied by a gentle breeze, it flew to Moye's eyes.
Under the blood-red sunset, tears reflected a dazzling brilliance.
Moye reached out and caught it.
Tick-tock...
Tears melted in his palms.
"It's so cold..."
He murmured softly.
Being a villain is really hard...
Mo Xie shook his head and smiled.
With a swift movement, he disappeared into the blood-red sunset.
The blood-red sun gradually set, and the pale crescent moon was about to rise...
In the shadows not far away,
Si Feiyue gazed at Mo Xie, who was bathed in the setting sun, with a dreamy look in her eyes, until he flew away.
She gently wiped the corner of her eye.
“My name is Mo Xie… I can be your friend.”
She will remember this scene forever...
After a long silence,
She gave a self-deprecating laugh, turned, and disappeared into the night...
...
Demon God Temple.
A residence used to receive distinguished guests.
"What?! They dared to kill a disciple of my Yin Yang Demon Sect and even capture Wen'er?!"
A middle-aged man with white hair stood up and said angrily, "What a Demon God Temple! Which deacon dares to be so insolent?"
"Reporting to the Sect Master, it's not a steward," the Yin Yang Demon Sect steward said respectfully.
"That must be the genius disciple?"
No, not exactly.
"Who is that?"
"According to my disciple, it is...it is..."
"Who are you? Stop stammering!"
"He was a servant in blue."
The scene froze instantly...
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