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The freshly filled spice has a refreshing aroma of cedar.
Mei Hanxue smiled: "I have been wandering all the way, and there is no silver tael. When I came to the foot of Kunlun Mountain, I was almost dying."
His eyebrows are still very soft, and the red water droplets on his forehead are shining brightly.
"At that time, Uncle Xue and Aunt Wang came to visit the Kunlun Taxue Palace for the first time. They saw my dying mother, they didn't ask her about her life, they didn't take her money, and they treated her with the best medicine. After he came to look for his son, he carried her up the Kunlun Mountains."
Xue Meng was speechless for a while and listened in a daze.
After a while, he asked, "Then, what happened to your mother later?"
"It's too ill." Mei Hanxue shook her head and said, "There is no way to recover, so I left. ... But for the blessing of Uncle and Aunt, we saw her for the last time."
A little wind came in from outside, the smoke dispersed inside the house, and the wind chimes rang at the corners of the eaves.
Lingling is like the sound of water.
"Over the years, my uncle and aunt have always said that there is no need to say kindness, just a gesture of help. In the end, they even forgot about it, but my elder brother and I still remember it." Mei Hanxue raised her blue eyes, peacefully glanced at him.
It's been too long, and when he talks about this, the pain is invisible, only mild.
"That day, it was Uncle Xue who carried my aunt on his back, while Aunt Wang held an umbrella next to him. They were afraid that my mother would suffer from the cold again. The first thing my uncle and aunt said when they entered the hall was not the official business of life and death. It's not that they want to form an alliance with the Snow Palace or jiāo. They asked if there is a pair of twins from Broken Yecheng here."
Pale golden eyelashes drooped down, covering the clear water and pond.
"To be honest, that is the most outstanding head and wife I have ever seen in my life."
Xue Meng choked: "My parents..."
Mei Hanxue gave a "um" and said, "Your parents."
Xue Meng buried his face in the palm of his hand, his shoulders trembled slightly, and he was crying again. The tears of this life seem to be drained in the months of this disintegration.
He cried, and he finally changed back to Xue Meng's appearance.
At this time, Mei Hanxue suddenly remembered—
Just now, he said coldly, "I am not drunk in a thousand cups." That was Chu Wanning.
He asked brightly, "Do you have a brother too?" It was Mo Weiyu.
He said softly, "Why save me." That was Shi Mingjing.
He was trying and clumsily recalling their appearance, recalling their every bit, glance and smile, or sitting or standing, or angry or annoyed.
In the past, he was used to the cold and stubbornness of Chu Wanning, the scorching heat of Mo Weiyu, and the gentleness of Shi Mingjing. In the past, he had a master, a cousin, and a close friend.
Suddenly a night of rain hit the grass, and the mountains and rivers were broken and the wind fluttered.
The rain stopped, and he was the only one who was still there.
They all disappeared.
Xue Meng was alone, carrying a pot of turbid wine, drinking it, and one person became three people.
He was crying, laughing, cold, hot, gentle, he liked them, expressing his affection respectfully, expressing his affection recklessly, and expressing his affection awkwardly.
He thought that maybe he didn't express it well, his love for the master always seemed very dull. The love for my cousin is always sharp. The love for the teacher always seems very indifferent.
After drinking, Xue Meng slowly curled himself up, he shrank himself so small, his eyes were red.
He said: "It's my fault... I did something wrong..."
Come back.
I am no longer arrogant, no longer arrogant, no longer hesitant, no longer indifferent.
Xue Meng whimpered, his forehead was against his knees, and the whole person was shaking finely. He cried and said, "Come back...don't leave me alone."
If the deceased can come back, if everything can be restarted. He doesn't want the reputation of the proud son of the sky, and he doesn't want the majesty of the young master of life and death.
He just wanted to tell them plainly and passionately—
I really, really love you and I can't live without you, my whole life is about you.
Willing to use spiritual core, willing to use thousands of gold.
Willing to give it all. Exchange the old people together, and greedy for a while.
Seeing him mourning, Mei Hanxue sighed softly, raised her hand to brush his ear temples, and was about to say something, when she heard a muffled sound outside the palace, like thunder running over heavy clouds, and the earth trembled.
This tremor continued for a while, as if some giant shòu was waking up in the depths of the snowfield, ready to breathe out and swallow the sun and the moon at any time.
Mei Hanxue felt bad, settled Xue Meng, and was about to go out, when she saw her brother holding a saber, opened the gauze, and strode in.
When the eldest brother's expression was condensed, extremely gloomy: "Go to the main hall immediately."
Mei Hanxue said stunned: "What's wrong? What was the movement just now?"
His always cold brother pursed his lips and said, "A huge mysterious magic circle has appeared in the northeast. I'm afraid Zongshi Mo was right in what he said earlier, the door of life and death in time and space is about to open."
Chapter 291 [The top of life and death] Two worlds end up wrong
Stepping Xianjun stood in the high sky, the black robe was like splashing ink.
He narrowed his eyes, his long sleeves were chaotic, and the spiritual power in his palm was like a dragon swallowing the sun, suddenly tearing apart the visible cold fog and the invisible time and space——
"boom!"
Suddenly there was a loud noise, and a flash of lightning
Like a sharp blade slashing, it shatters the sky in an instant!
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