Big Moon Ballad

Chapter 1752
The silver-haired boy still refused.

He looked at her with a complicated expression, "It's too early for you to wait, wait a few more years."

"Then I'll just try today, it should work, right?"

She was neither discouraged nor anxious, and patiently explained, "If there is an accident, I will stop immediately. Even if the restriction is lifted, won't you stay by my side? With your protection, I will be fine?"

That's true.

The beast god can forcibly suspend the practitioner's breakthrough.

There was a trace of hesitation in the eyes of the silver-haired boy, "Is it really just a try?"

"Well," she smiled, "shall I make an oath to you?"

"No need," the silver-haired boy sighed and held out his hand to her, "Then come here."

"come over?"

She was stunned.

"Aren't you going to undo the restriction?" Bai Hu glanced at her, "Removing the restriction requires physical contact, how can I solve it if you don't come here?"

She didn't expect this, she walked up to the silver-haired boy and put her hand in his palm.

The silver-haired boy's palms trembled slightly, and he pulled her into his arms, Murongyin's body trembled.

"Don't you need to turn into a prototype?"

It wasn't the first time she was held in the arms of a god, but it was when the White Tiger God was a tiger before.Before the cave she now lives in was completely repaired, she used to spend nights and nights in the arms of the big tiger, warmed by his fur.

Being held in the arms of the opponent's doll for the first time, this feeling is a little weird.

"do not move."

Encircling her with both arms, the silver-haired boy explained, "It's more convenient to draw spells with human hands."

"Although it's the first time I've done something like this..."

The boy muttered softly, and started waving his hands in the air.

The wind on the entire mountain suddenly stopped.

There was silence in the ears, Murongyin buried her face in the arms of the silver-haired boy, feeling a little uneasy, not knowing what would happen next.

However, the process of lifting the ban was far simpler than she imagined.

The silver-haired boy drew a strange pattern in the air with his fingers, and then pressed his palm on her back.

He hugged her tightly, and her limbs and bones could feel his temperature. The next moment, there was a sudden warmth and weight on her forehead.

The silver-haired boy kissed her lightly on the forehead.

At this moment, Murong Yin heard the sound of something breaking inside his body.

Before she could experience this feeling carefully, the silver-haired boy pushed her shoulders away with both hands.

"All right."

Even with the hair covering it, you can still see his face is red.

"Cough," the Beast God turned his head away and coughed lightly, "The restriction in your body should be temporarily released."

Looking at the awkward young boy, she expressed her sincere gratitude and felt relieved.

"Bai, thank you."

"You don't need to thank me." The White Tiger God's eyes became serious, "Are you going to break through now? I'll protect you."

"I didn't eat anything when I got up in the morning, so don't worry."

She thought about it.

"Bai, I want a snow lotus, can you pick it for me?"

"Snow lotus? Do you want to eat it now?"

The silver-haired boy was startled when he heard this.

"The last time I went to Huali, I didn't want to give it to me, so I want you to pick it for me." She looked at him with moist eyes, "Can't you?"

"Of course." The silver-haired boy nodded quickly, "I'll go right away, wait a minute, I'll be right back."

"Okay," she smiled, and said obediently, "I'll wait for you here."

The silver-haired boy swept her face back and forth, but found nothing unusual, turned around and disappeared into the snow-capped mountains.

She watched him go until she could no longer see him, then turned to face the vast frozen lake in front of her.

It has to be said that when it comes to playing tricks, even gods who have lived for hundreds of years will not be human opponents.

She slowly stretched out her hand toward the lake, and the originally frozen ice shattered inch by inch.

The sound of water came from below her, and she walked into the lake.

Feixian Peak was not far away, and the White Tiger God came and went very quickly. He probably thought that nothing would go wrong with her in such a short time.

But the gods with a pure heart will not know that if a person really wants to die, a little time is enough.

As Murongyin walked to the depths of the lake, everything seemed to reappear from the scene six years ago.

At that time, when she was young, she was desperate and wanted to end her life in this icy lake, but she was rescued by a warm flame, snatching a period of happiness from the hands of God.

At this moment, she walked towards the center of the lake alone again, but her heart was not as desperate and desolate as last time.

Later Liao Guoshi couldn't go down the mountain to refute the rumors, but if the rumors want to disappear, there is another simplest way.

That is, it is enough for the mountain ghost to disappear.

In the past few years, Princess Zhaoyang has done a good job on the Great Wall of Eternal Night. Even if she is from Qin, she treats soldiers from all vassal states fairly, and her prestige among the Hou Liao soldiers is increasing day by day.

Lin Baoyue's talent for martial arts is rare in a hundred years, and it is only a matter of time before she becomes the second rank. If Murong Feilan can marry her, Lin Baoyue is a well-deserved candidate for the next Liao Guoshi.

Hou Liao no longer lacked himself, a national teacher who could only hide and not show up.

Then her life can be used to do something she wants to do.

If Lin Shubai was forced to marry because of her, then she would rather disappear by herself.

In this way, at least in another world, she can continue to be with her with peace of mind.

It's just that, based on the lifespan of a human god, she probably has to wait a long time.

The lake water submerged the top of her head, Murongyin raised her head slightly, looked at the waves above her head, with a regretful smile on the corner of her mouth.

She was very satisfied to live another six years and see so many people and so many beautiful scenery. Her only regret was that she could not see Lin Shubai again in the end.

But she didn't dare to see her. If Lin Shubai knew that she made such a choice in the end, he would be very angry, right?

But it doesn't matter, Lin Shubai's heart is strong enough, with apprentices, children, and the man who doesn't want to mention but will give birth to him, he will not be alone.

And she is just a passer-by in the life of the God of Man.

Maybe Lin Shubai will be sad for her and will always remember her, but after all, she is just a friend, a younger sister.

A sense of suffocation came from her chest, Murong Yin raised her head slightly, and suddenly laughed at herself.

At the beginning, she insisted on taking risks to become a heavenly rank, but she originally wanted to stand beside Lin Shubai as an equal and protect her one day.But at this moment, she discovered that no matter how strong her body became, she was always that weak little girl who always wanted to destroy herself.

Rather Stick to your guns.

She really has not changed.

Looking at the waves above her head, she closed her eyes, sank to the bottom of the lake, and her mood became peaceful.

Her body sank inch by inch. A heavenly cultivator could have predicted her own death. It was the process of the light in the primordial world gradually disappearing, but when her eyes became dark, a A hand suddenly grabbed her from behind.

That hand was as hot as a soldering iron.

"A Yin!"

The lake water rolled up, and the voice of that person came from behind, but there was no joy in her heart.

She snapped her eyes open, fighting desperately against the hand that was trying to take her upstream.

Just when she realized that she couldn't break free, she finally shouted with her last strength.

"Didn't you say that I can make decisions about my own body?"

This time, she wants to decide for herself and decide her own destiny.

Can't it?
Why does this person still refuse to let her go?
"You can make your own decisions."

The hand holding her froze, and a moment later, a helpless smile suddenly came from behind her.

"But I don't want to be a widow."

(End of this chapter)