After rebirth, I became the black moonlight of the tyrant

Chapter 565 In fact, he can't even save himself

But there was only one figure that was unusually abrupt in the thousands of kneeling worships.

She held the steed in her hand, and the three thousand black hairs fluttered casually on her back, and she was gradually leaving in the opposite direction.

Li Cang's pupils shrank suddenly, and a feeling of suffocation instantly eroded him.

He staggered and wanted to chase that person.

Tayan grabbed him violently, "Li Cang?"

"Young monk saw her." He desperately pulled out his hand, ignoring the kneeling people below, and wanted to chase after her, but found that the person had disappeared.

Even the steed was nowhere to be found.

His shining eyes sank in an instant, turning into a bottomless bleakness.

"Li Cang, you are now Jialan's national teacher, don't be impulsive." Tart Yan's voice slowly reached his eardrums.

Li Cang let out a wry smile, staring blankly at the direction in which she disappeared, and finally landed on the thousands of people.

He said dully, "Who said that the Buddha was born with the power of a god, can conquer all situations, and save sentient beings?"

In fact, he couldn't even save himself.

"Li Cang, you read it wrong, she won't come here, if she really arrives, she will definitely come to see it on such a grand occasion today."

Li Cang shook his head lightly, he really saw her.

How could he be wrong about the person who lingered in his heart day and night without interruption.

And what he knew was that she had already left Jialan at this moment.

Don't say that the road is impassable at the moment, even if it is, he can't catch up.

Because, he is now Jialan's national teacher, and even a dead person in the eyes of the world.

Gu Qingyu had no choice but to repay Gu Qingyu's life-saving grace.

And he can't protect her, can't give her the stability she wants, and can't make her everything go well, but Gu Qingyu can do all of these.

Turning around, he walked step by step to the seat that belonged to the national teacher.

Yin Jiuqing finally left Jialan, the place where Li Cang once lived.

Little did he know that on the same day, he also took the position of national teacher.

Because he was afraid, afraid that he could not help but look for her and hurt her.

Only when he sits on the position of national teacher, can he strictly discipline himself and not disregard secular ethics for his own personal interests.

But his loneliness, but no one knows.

How magnificent he is during the day, and how desolate and lonely he is at night.

In the middle of the night, he sat up suddenly.

There was a sound of clattering outside the house, he went to the ground barefoot, and opened the door uncontrollably, the sound of the horse's hooves had gone away.

He smiled wryly, closed the door, and fell powerlessly to the ground.

It turned out that he was not a returning person, but just a passerby.

He looked up at the bright moon in the sky, and then slowly closed his eyes.

At this moment, the position of the heart is throbbing with pain.

The scars that he never dared to touch are like shadows, following him left and right, like falling plums and snow, scattered on the ends of his hair, the skirt of his clothes, just brushed, and then stained.

"Little Nine..."

His almost whispering call was made lonely in this dark night.

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On the windy and sandy ancient road, Yin Jiuqing rode a steed as if he was tireless, bumping and bumping.

She galloped all the way in the direction of Yan Jingchao.

All along, her life has been like this, looking forward to the warmth of flowers blooming, but always encountering cold encounters.

Even so, she can't cry, she can't be sad, she has to laugh.

Because that stupid monk once said that if a person holds on to sadness, the scenery he sees must be desolate.

(End of this chapter)