Heavenly Star

Ye Wuchen shook his head at Xiao Mo. Xiao Mo nodded obediently and did not speak. (.) Ye Wuchen fell from the sky, silently landed in front of the cold cliff. The cold cliff did not see him at all. He did not stop until his body was about to hit Ye Wuchen. He looked at the person in front of him with a palpitating eye with apathy.

Faced with Ye Wuchen, he had no surprise, no expression, no sound, no turmoil in his eyes, as if blocked in front of him, a stone wall that was nothing short of ordinary.

“Cold Cliff, what happened?” Ye Wuchen asked with a very gentle voice. His heart is dead... he brings him a dark smell of death. And he walked out of his lost land alone, meaning that he was a man who broke out of the North Emperor Zone and broke out of the Flaming Soul Sands.

“Pinger... is dead... Pinger... is dead...” He muttered intermittently, moving forward in footsteps, bypassing Ye Wuchen's body, trembling in trembling steps, like an old man with a candle in his life. He doesn't know what he's going to do there.

Pinger...

In his arms is a woman he has never seen, younger than ten years old. The scattered head and blood blurred her face so that he couldn't see her whole face, and the clothes on her were just as messy... it doesn't matter who she is. Ye Wuchen raised his head to the sky and sighed silently. He can already guess what happened to the cold cliff.

He is arguably one of the most knowledgeable people in the world about the cold cliffs and how much he sees every emotion under his cold, indifferent appearance. There will always be only one master, and even if his master becomes a wicked and unforgiving wicked man and a beggar on the streets, he will never have a slight change of heart... even the affection of men and women in his world. His string of emotions, completely broken.

Fate, has always been so cruel to him. He was doomed to be a man with no connections, a lonely life, a bloodstained life.

Ye Wuchen turned around and walked behind him, reaching out his hand and pressing it against his shoulder. His hand suddenly shrunk back. Eyes fell on his palms and then on the cold cliff.

When he touched the body of the cold cliff, it conveyed a tingly cold sensation deep inside him, almost exactly the same as when the foam gave him soft sugar…

“Magic...” Ye Wuchen looked behind the cold cliff and whispered softly. Next to him, Foam nodded gently, similarly looking at the cold cliff with a slightly obscure and hazy eye.

Ye Wuchen stepped forward and grabbed him on his left shoulder, which was still slowly seeping through the wounds of the blood silk to heal very quickly. He whispered, "Let's go back. She's still there for you, watching you secretly, and you must want to show her your friends too. ”

Unheard of, the cold cliffs are still moving forward step by step. In the face of the cold cliff at this time, Ye Wuchen's heart hurts, but also has a deep sense of powerlessness. Because of the existence of the mysterious Blood Killer Eye, his emotions were different from those of ordinary people, and he did not know how to comfort them for a while. Or, comfort would not be of any use to him.

“I did it to you... I knew it, how could I let you follow me there?” Ye Minchen's gaze was painful, and he spoke slowly with a slight voice that only he could hear himself, and that silk sound quickly dissipated in the wind. Mo turned around and held his hand with his own hands, whispering: “Daddy, you're sad... don't be sad, okay? ”

Ye Wucheng, smiling lightly at her, nodded gently.

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Curled in the corner of the room, the cold cliff was like a dead dry body, motionless. With those eyes open, it's not red when the blood kills the eyes, but it's completely different from normal human eyes, it's a dark dead gray.

He was beside him, lying on the same motionless screen. After Ye Wuchen brought back the evil sect, whenever anyone wanted to take Pinger's body away from him, his blood killer eyes would suddenly open, releasing the air to condense, allowing the flames of Tianwei to be violently agitated to kill. His red eyes faded away after leaving Screen's body, and the killing slowly disappeared.

The intensity of the Cold Cliff's killer at this time is completely incomparable with the first time he opened his eyes at the Heavenly Star Demonic Martial Arts Congress. Everyone is mindful of… what has happened to him in the last three days.

In this dark room, he sat motionless from night until dawn. The door to the room was kept closed tight, no one had opened it, and no sound had come in. It was not until noon that the door of the room was pushed out. Ye Wuchen appeared there and did not go in. He looked directly at the cold cliff and looked at it as if it were still water.

In a dead silence, the first move was a cold cliff, and from a curly position, he raised his head and stood up. His body became incredibly stiff and he rose incredibly slowly because of the long curling. He looked up, also looking directly into Ye's unchen eyes. Ye Wuchen did not see any emotions in his eyes.

“You didn't disappoint me.” Ye Wuchen uttered this sentence in a lamentable tone.

Cold cliff held the screen beside him, wiped Ye Wuchen's body out of the door, and from the beginning, there was no sound.

Ye Wuchen stood behind the cold cliff again on the empty grass. Previously, he watched him slowly and quietly peel the land with his hands from afar, digging deep and deep, and then put the screen into this long sleeping place that the cold cliffs themselves had forged for her. He knelt there, watched her for a long time, his hands finally pushed forward in the tremor, allowing the fresh dirt to cover the face he could never see again and would never forget.

“Cold cliff.” Ye Wuchen made a noise, but besides shouting his name, he didn't know what to say.

The cold cliff turned around and looked at Ye Wuchen with those dead-eyed grey eyes that could not see the white eye: “I will not forget my promise. ”

He said his life was his and it would never change. One night later, he had no grief, and after burying Ping with his hands, he had no love. Only his heart became as grey as his eyes, and this life will never change again.

Ye Wuchen nodded, he didn't need to say anything more. Cold cliffs are no longer cold cliffs a few days ago, and many of his things have changed, but what's deep in his bones has never changed. It was his obsession and pride.

“Sit down and tell me about her.” Ye Wuchen pressed down on the shoulder of the cold cliff and sat down on the grass, facing the grave that had just been erected. Cold cliffs also sat there, eyeing ahead, and said plainly in his voice: “Her name is Pinger. ”

Ye Wuchen nodded and listened to his complaint. In his heart, he remembered the name "Pinger”.

“She is the maid of dreams and her sister. She said that Flaming Dream was no longer in the North Emperor Sect. Three years ago, she was pregnant, Flaming Ming tried to force her to destroy the child. Through a snow that suddenly fell from the sky, she fled under the cover of snow, and she didn't know where to go... Ping Jie was locked up for three years in order to protect her from the chase of Flaming Ming. I met her there. ”

Ye Wuchen: “…”

The cold cliff tells everything that was born in those few days with a soothing voice without emotional fluctuations, every detail, even every sentence, every move. Throughout, he maintained the same posture, the same voice, no emotional fluctuations at any given time, as if he were telling a more bland story about others.

Dead heart, will there be emotional turmoil again? At this point, even with hundreds of knives against his throat, thousands of venomous snake plates on him, he would not feel any fear.

From to Jomtien, to the sun to the west, and then to dusk, when the last sentence of the cold cliff ended, Ye Wuchen stood up and dragged a long figure under the residual sun to leave. In his mouth, he whispered a word...

Snow……

“Find out if it snowed three years ago!” Back in the hall, Ye Wuchen said.

A dozen minutes later, he got the answer, and the hurried home bow said in an incredibly definite tone: "Master, the sunflower country has been wet and hot for many years, and the temperature never gets to snow temperature. Not to mention three years, the first 10 years, 20 years, 30 years, never snowfall. ”

Ye Wuchen stood up from his seat and took a few steps back and forth, turning around: “Let Brother Chu spend the next few days with Cold Cliff, I must go first. ”

Snow... it's her, it must be her!

“Ah? Master...” Flaming bow, just shouting, can only see the already impatient Ye Wuchen disappear in the white light in front of his eyes.

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Heavenly Dragon Nation, Forgotten Corner.

Ye Wuchen's appearance made her eyes feel his return for the first time, and she carried the snow with her hand as she played by the river. She flew back quickly. When she saw Ye Wuchen's body, she hurriedly fell out of the sky and tightened her body to him.

“Brother, you're finally back.” Snowflake cheered with an extremely cheerful voice, but it did not reveal how anxious and hopeful she was these days.

“How was your two days?” Ye Wuchen's hands patched against Snow's left face and the right face of his eyes. He asked softly, and the little foam beside her did not cross her face, so that he could not see the discontent on her face.

“Hmm! Over the past few days, Sister Panshin and I have been going over all the places my brother and I have been... brother. Who is this lady?” Cohesion looked curiously at the girl that Ye Wuchen had brought back, and from her, she felt a vague familiarity. It is difficult for her to recall having met her by chance three years ago in Windy Country. Her eyes looked at her and she retracted her gaze. She recognized her immediately. After all, not long ago, she and Ye Wuchen met on the street. As for why she was here, she wouldn't care.

“My name is Xiao Mo. We met three years ago outside of Sky Wind City.” Foam turned his head and pulled the corners of his mouth together, saying with a slight feeling of exclusion.

“Well, Cher, remember that little girl we met on the way to Sky Wind City three years ago with a sprained leg?” Ye Wuchen bent down and smiled and said to Snow.

“Hmm?” Jie Xue thought about it and smiled. “Hello, sister Xiao Mo, my name is Jie Xue. ”

She remembered the incident three years ago, but it was hard to remember the appearance of that little girl three years ago. After all, it was only a brief encounter, and the time had long elapsed.