The two had been quarreling ever since they met, but there was nothing to argue about now. Mo Yin felt a little uncomfortable again. However, it was this discomfort that dissipated the invisible non-existence and emptiness she had felt for the past two days.
"Ah Ning, he…Did you really leave? Did he go to heaven, or did he disappear completely?”
"Why are you asking me?"
"Because you are such a stranger, you might know some strange things.”
"I don't know."
"What do you mean, I don't know? Knowing meant knowing, knowing meant knowing.”
"His kingdom can already be called the Wingless God. Would God die? Just like the question itself, the place he went to, the life and death of the looters, would be a secret.”
"So, even if he reincarnates, I won't be able to find him?”
"He may fly to God, he may dissipate in smoke, but it may not fall into the palace. If you want to find him, you can only wait until you practice him.”
Silent tears fell on the edge of his cheeks and moistened the ground. His last fantasy was shattered. Mo Yin let out a long sigh. He was like a god. He did not say whether he had such talent, but what? Casting a spell? There would be too many uncontrollable variables.
"If that's the case, I'd rather have him reunite with my master a thousand years ago.”
"Are you willing to let go?"
"In fact, I may have let it go for a long time, but I have nothing new to catch and drop into the air.”
Touching his slanted bangs, Taiming Guo's strong breath felt the breeze on the lake." I clenched my fist for a long time. Sometimes I opened my hand and realized that I had the whole world.”
Mo Yin looked at him mockingly. "You didn't say that."
"Why did you catch something? What's the point if you have to grab it to be yours?”
The expression on his face was hidden. Mo actually did not want to laugh at all, but she still looked at him silently. The wind today was very comfortable, and the person seemed to have softened a little. She did not speak for a long time, and her voice was very low.
"Thank you."
Everything seemed too quiet in the private residence in the octagonal alley.
The willow trees in the yard were already green and swaying in the wind. There were many wild chrysanthemums in the garden. Even if they were not carefully cared for, they were full of lively and pleasant scenery. Ye Ming was still wearing a light yellow shirt and holding a small bright red lunch box in his hand. He walked steadily across the yard and came to the back of a 10-foot-tall rockery.
"Prince, the Lord has ordered that no one else is allowed to enter except him.”The shadow hidden in the fake mountain quietly appeared, and the cold voice stopped.
Ye Ming kept walking with a wooden card in his hand. "My father asked me to persuade him. This is a search warrant."
Shadow Wei was stunned. He took a glance at the wooden token and confirmed that it was indeed an order from his master. It was not convenient for him to step down.
Walking on a dark secret path, what greeted his eyes was an elegant wooden attic. Although the attic was very good, it was filled with organs. It was a place for seclusion.
He opened the wooden door and walked through the corridor that curled into a wall. In the room at the back, there was a man wearing a shawl standing beside the painting table. The three-foot-tall picture, with only a cool plum under his feet, opened in a sad and magnificent manner.
Hey, I should have heard Ye Ming's footsteps. The man in the drawing looked up, but his handsome face was covered with a narrow scar, the wound was fresh, and the edges of the scar were still scarlet and fierce.
" You're very interested." Ye Ming put down the food box and looked at the plum blossom carefully. "That heart decided to paint, and that makes sense.”
The man smiled and gave up his seat. "Where's my heart now," he said. "Where is my heart now?"
"The plum branches are hard and the stamens are bright red. This plum blossom is too bright." Ye Ming silently rolled up the painting. If that painting fell into the eyes of that person, I was worried that the owner of this painting would be executed again.
On the other hand, the man reached out his hand disapprovingly. "What's wrong with driving beautifully?" Life is only a few decades. If it is as plain as water, what do you mean?“
Ye Ming coughed twice. The room was very cold, which was not good for him because he was seriously injured and had recovered, but he did not care. "Eat, you didn't eat rice and water these days. If it was Yao Qian's lingzhi, you would have starved to death long ago.”As he spoke, he opened the box, which contained a large bowl of lotus seed broth and two transparent Sidney pears.
The man was shocked. He thought that the food was just a pretense for Ye Ming to come in, but he didn't think that he was really here to deliver food. Lotus seed soup was his favorite dish.
He chuckled and bit off most of them. The pear juice was so sweet that he couldn't help but feel much better.
He didn't need half a cup of tea to eat it in the stomach of the two pears. Then, he picked up the broth and made a spoonful.
Ye Ming looked at him, but this was a little unexpected. Although Ping Ru noticed his brother's favorite food, he didn't expect to use it in this situation. Before sitting down to say what he wanted to say, he carefully cleaned up the remaining wreckage.
"If you were so anxious, you shouldn't have done it that day.”There was no anger or blame in his tone, as if he was judging a conclusion.
The person opposite him was Ye Yuehan. He should have died. He heard it, but he didn't have much of a reaction. He was waiting for the next sentence.
"The moon is still alive, but martial arts are wasted.”Although Ye Ming knew that the person in front of him always pretended not to care, he was waiting for this answer in his heart.
When she was seven years old, she started practicing martial arts. When she was thirteen, she was already one of the best masters in the palace. Her dexterity was outstanding in the entire martial arts world. Now that her martial arts skills had been abandoned, it was equivalent to her hard work for the first half of her life. Yue Han's face, which was originally smiling fiercely, stiffened unknowingly. Was this ending bad? No one could make a judgment.
He put the plate and chopsticks in his hands and spoke in a cold tone, like an outsider. "Where is she now?"
"Lian Hua An, her father said that she was a loyal servant. Since the sins of God and his son can be forgiven, such a loyal slave will not die.”Ye Ming recalled the scene of the last moon landing and couldn't help but sigh. "But the idea of waiting for the moon is not at all. Yao Qian vomited the medicine when he took it. The situation was worrying.”
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