Rebirth of the special forces: the only favorite concubine in cold love

Chapter 299
"Mo'er, calm down!" Mo Tingye held her shoulder and raised his voice suddenly.

Nangong Qianmo stared at him blankly, as if all her strength had been drained suddenly, she fell to the ground, buried her head deeply between her knees, clenched her fists, and her nails pierced deeply into her flesh.

She didn't understand why, why things turned out like this in the end, Mu Qingyang was actually the one who indirectly killed Prince Yun and his wife, and even the executioner who killed all the people in Raging Flame Pavilion...

"You can tell Mu Qingyang everything, but do you think he will believe you? Take a step back, even if he believes you, do you think you can really go back to the past?"

"Leaving aside the deaths of the Seventh Emperor's Uncle and his wife, how many people did Lieyan Pavilion lose after the incident in Huai'an City? "Mo Tingye cut the facts open and placed them in front of her, dripping with blood and cruelty.

"He didn't know, he was just used by his father." Nangong Qianmo slowly raised her head, her voice was slightly hoarse, and her eyes were empty. She didn't know that what Mo Tingye said was the truth, but she really I don't know how to face it.

So many lives were put there, she couldn't turn a blind eye at all, she could not care about Mu Qingyang's actions, but she would definitely not let Mu Yanghou's mansion go, so sooner or later, she and Mu Qingyang would part ways, She understands the second senior brother, and it is impossible for him to ignore Muyanghoufu, even if he knows the truth...

Mo Tingye bent down and sat down beside her, and slowly opened her clenched fists, the blood stains on each fingernail were mottled and glaring, "Mo'er, everyone has to pay for what they do, and Mu Qingyang also No exception. He is not a fool, he will not be unaware of Mu Zhengfeng's behavior for so many years, he just chose to ignore it."

"So, don't use other people's faults to punish yourself, okay?" Mo Tingye said this very softly, almost begging, he didn't want Mo'er to hurt himself for anyone.

Nangong Qianmo was silent. Actually, she didn't know these things. Between her relatives and herself, Mu Qingyang chose her relatives without any surprise, even if those so-called relatives only used him, she would be happy.

She knew that from the moment he told the truth, she and the second senior brother would never go back to the past.

At this moment, she suddenly began to understand why the master established such a rule in the first place - since she left the valley, she has nothing to do with Xiaoyao Valley!
Leaving aside the barrier of Xiaoyao Valley, each of them has their own identity and position, there is no right or wrong, no distinction between right and wrong.

The sun was setting, and the top of the mountain was covered with a layer of golden ripples, leaving only a rich rouge color in the sky in the west, like the strings of imprints left after they drifted away, bright red and dazzling.

"Mo Tingye, tell me, how wonderful would it be if life were just like the first time you met?" Nangong Qianmo looked at the setting sun that was about to set at the foot of the mountain in the distance, with a lonely and desolate expression, as if filled with endless fatigue and sadness.

Hearing this, Mo Tingye couldn't help but feel distressed on his brows, he held her hand and let her lean on his shoulder, "Mo'er, all the roads in this world are made by people, no one will stay in the same place forever..."

"I'm actually a cowardly person. Because I'm afraid of getting hurt, I always carefully restrain my emotions and try not to care about them as much as possible. But people are not grass, how can I control them! Mo Tingye, what do you say , will there be a day in the future when the two of us will also drift away and never return to the beginning?"

Nangong Qianmo closed her eyes slightly, and said to herself.

She, who has always been invincible, is rarely so fragile and helpless, like a wounded little animal, obviously in pain, but still holding on to not shed a tear, she may not know, when a never When people who are used to being strong are sad, they don't need any tears as a decoration, just a look will make people feel distressed.

Looking at her, Mo Tingye felt like a knife was piercing his heart. Her Mo'er seemed cold and indifferent, repelling others thousands of miles away, as if nothing could really enter her heart, but he knew that Mo'er She is by no means an indifferent person, on the contrary, she values ​​love more than anyone else!

Once those people are recognized by her, she will do her best to protect them, just like Tantai Yixin five years ago, she can go to danger alone in order to restore his innocence, secretly sneak into the tomb of Emperor Nanyu to find the dementor; In order to avenge Chen Chen, regardless of life and death, he went to Xiangyang City overnight to retrieve the body, causing chaos in Xiangyang City; even for a promise to stick to the border for several years and never complained to anyone!
How indifferent she is, how affectionate she is!
He knew how much Mu Qingyang's incident had hit her, and he understood her inner hesitation and anxiety, so although he was annoyed at her lack of confidence in the relationship between them, he felt more distressed for her—the former her How lonely and desperate is it that you have to get used to being strong alone?

Slightly pulling his lips, his eyes fell on the distant sky. Against the backdrop of the setting sun, his knife-sharpened face softened unconsciously, but there was an indescribable firmness: "Mo'er, we don't need to go back. From the very beginning, because——we'll keep going hand in hand until the end of time!"

"Nothing can separate us, not even God!"

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the man's sinister and handsome face freezes as the most delicate frame in memory. The promise may not be credible, but at this moment the firmness and earnestness in the man's eyes shook her.

Life is so long, if that person is him, then why not take a gamble?

"Mo Tingye, if you never leave, I will depend on you for life and death!" Xia Feng was slightly cool, and the woman's voice was indifferent and cold, but there was an unquestionable firmness in it.

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Back at Qingmoju, Nangong Qianmo thought over and over again, but decided to tell Yu Mu Qingyang the truth. The friendship between them may be irretrievable, and now there are only six words "I just want to be ashamed of my heart"!As for where to go, she respects Mu Qingyang's choice!

Picking up the pen and ink, he wandered around with the pen, explaining the whole story and his suspicions about Mu Yanghou and Bai Sheng in a short while.After carefully drying the ink, Nangong Qianmo raised his voice to call Liuyun——

"Help me pass this letter on to Second Senior Brother. Remember, you must deliver it to him personally!" Nangong Qianmo solemnly instructed.

Liu Yun took the lead and left.

Looking at the back of Liuyun leaving, for some reason, Nangong Qianmo always felt a little uneasy in his heart, feeling as if things were going out of his control...

(End of this chapter)