Cloud painting

Chapter 272
The three of them came all the way against the wind, and there were gusts of wind everywhere they passed.

Among the flowers and grass, Yue Mo stood there in a daze, her eyes were red, and her expression was almost on the verge of collapse.

An Qian and Murong Que stood aside, staring at the flowers with serious expressions.

Seeing this, Feng Yunhua's heart skipped a beat, what happened?Thinking of this, she walked over quickly.

"At the end of the month, it happened—" the words stopped suddenly, and her eyes suddenly stopped in the flowers.

Among the flowers lay a corpse. It was a male corpse. The blood on the corpse had turned dark black. It was conceivable that this corpse had been dead for a long time.

But, why is there such an expression at the end of the month?
With a cloud of doubts in his heart, Feng Yunhua approached, turned over the corpse with his bare hands, and when he saw his face, Feng Yunhua's face was completely pale!

"Luoyunjiang?" Feng Yunhua couldn't believe it. How could Luoyunjiang die?

Suddenly, she found a black mass on Luo Yunjiang's chest, and Feng Yunhua picked it up with trembling hands.

Black roses!
This is an extremely small black coquettish black rose!
It was Luo Yunjiang who was killed by Hei Qiang and Mo Wei!

And this black rose flower just stimulated her memory in Jiuyue Ridge, the death of Blood Fang, the black rose with a strange aura.

Feng Yunhua's eyes suddenly fell on Yue Mo, and he called out with difficulty: "Yue Mo..."

With a dull expression on his face, Yuemo slowly approached and carried the corpse on his back, "I'll bury him." After saying that, he carried the corpse on his back and left slowly with a heavy and desperate mood.

Feng Yunhua's eyes were fixed on the end of the month, she understood the feeling of the death of the people around her, not to mention that Luo Yunjiang was still the one she loved at the end of the month!

Holding the black rose tightly with one hand, Black Rose Mowei, you wait!

In the Goddess Hall, Murong Ziran's eyes, which were dozing off, opened suddenly, with a bloodthirsty red light.

Suddenly, a red dress flashed, and the hall was completely empty.

"Hei Qiang, Mo Wei, come out." Murong Ziran stayed in mid-air, and her bright red dress became her foil.

As soon as her words fell, black roses grew crazily on this piece of land, and the woman's long black dress with black roses painted on her, with her enchanting and exquisite figure, stopped opposite Murong Ziran.

"Where is Hei Qiang?" Murong Ziran looked cold.

Mo Wei was still wearing a black hat, so he couldn't see clearly what was inside, "Sister is busy with work, so she has to come to see you? The wife of the former land lord."

Mo Wei bit the word 'predecessor' very hard, obviously mocking Murong Ziran.

Murong Ziran sneered coldly: "Busy with business? In the final analysis, your sister just became the Nine Heavens Realm Lord by despicable means."

Mo Wei disagreed: "So what, the winner is the king, and the loser is the bandit."

Murong Ziran raised her brows lightly: "I have to say, your sister, whether it is scheming, artifice, strategy, city, or ambition, is too amazing. I rarely admire a person, but she will eventually lose, lose... In terms of her love. I know who your sister loves. She loves Beilin Xuanye, the priest in the prehistoric land, the ancient realm, and the world of immortals and gods. Who doesn’t love such a man? However, your sister is too much. Too persistent. One day, she will ignite the fire."

Mo Wei sneered again and again: "It's really funny, I don't know why Senior Zi Ran said this? Your daughter? You don't know that Feng Yunhua is the reincarnation of the Blood Emperor, and the direct blood line of the Wu Clan is freed outside. "

(End of this chapter)