Lonely King and Widow

Chapter 1108 The pit is 204 meters deep
Thinking of Song Ao, he thought of Peng Xin again.

"I don't know what happened to Peng Xin?"

As soon as she went to Yinshan, she never heard from her again.When Mo Jiu thought of her love for Song Ao, she also sighed.So, in order to prevent them from wasting any more, and for Xiao Chonger to have a complete family, she not only asked Mo Wang to send someone to Lin'an to report the news, but also sent someone to Yinshan to look for Peng Xin.

Come and tell her the good news.

Secondly, it depends on whether she is safe or not.

Mo Wang left Building No. [-] with a lovesickness order for the "reporter". Mo Jiu sat alone for a while, walked over and opened the window, took a deep breath of fresh air, feeling a little empty in his heart.

These days, she has been forcing herself to be busy, busy, constantly busy...

Because only when you are busy can you remember less.

But for some things, if you don't want to or don't read it, it doesn't mean that you are not there.

Sometimes you only need to pull a string, and the sore spot will be uprooted, tearing people's heart and lungs, almost on the verge of collapse—— Facing the window, she closed her eyes, suppressed the surging emotions, and meditated After a while, when he gradually calmed down, he went to the inner room.

She has to open the Bagua Tomb at night, so she has to rest for a while.

Mei'er was tidying up in her room, when she saw her coming in, she hurriedly greeted her with a smile.

Mo Jiu was restless, waved his hands impatiently, refused her service, and fell headfirst on the bed.She didn't take off her shoes, didn't take off her clothes, didn't do anything, didn't say anything, just closed her eyes so quietly - in the days without Xiao Qian, she returned to that lazy temperament.

No one would care about her anyway, so why bother?

Burying her head deeply in the quilt, she slowly licked her wound like an ostrich.

... Song Ao has news, that's great.

As long as people are still alive, there is always hope, which is great.

...But Xiao Liulang, did he really just disappear like that?

She has been entangled in this issue, and it is not without reason.Although the situation on the execution ground made it hard for her to believe that he was still alive, for some reason, there was always a glimmer of hope in her heart, a glimmer of absurd hope—because he was Xiao Liulang, the strategist Xiao Liulang, and she believed in him I won't let myself go down this path.

It is because of her belief in him, and because of this sliver of hope, that she can survive these days of desperately trying not to think about him, and continue to be her Mohist son, and continue to wait endlessly—even though sometimes, She also finds it ridiculous, even though sometimes, she also feels that she is deceiving herself and others, even though sometimes, the cries in her heart become stronger and stronger, she still doesn't want to cut off that glimmer of hope easily.

Without hope, she cannot live.

She knew... she had to live by it.

"rustle--"

The wind is blowing the window?

No, someone's footsteps.

She suddenly raised her head from under the quilt, and before she could turn her head, a cough came from behind her.

"cough--"

It's a man.

Mo Jiu thought to herself that she was very vigilant, and usually no male disciple would dare to enter her room casually, but this man walked in silently, so suddenly broke in and coughed, she almost screamed in fright.

"Who? What courage!" Ji Ling turned around, only to find that it was the expressionless Gu Er. Seeing her shocked expression, he looked at her innocently.

"Miss Jiu, did I scare you?"

Mo Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, sat on the edge of the bed and glared at him fiercely.

(End of this chapter)