Immortal Sovereign of Ninth Heavens

After leaving the snow, Mo Li's first woman is Qiao Yuyan. The latter's innocence makes Mo Li miss the girl in the distance from time to time. Besides Qiao Yuyan, the second one I met was Ning Qianyu.

Mo Li has some memories of the days when she was in the forest. Although she was just a weak quack in Ning Qianyu's eyes at that time, although she tried her best to save her, she was regarded as a sex wolf. At that time, there were not too many scruples and suspicions between them, only occasional bickering and no utilitarian quarrels.

Later, with Mo Li's strength gradually showing, the distance between the two people is gradually growing.

In the temporary residence of three sects in Tianchi town, Mo Li endured heartache and said goodbye to the woman in front of him - you and I are passers-by from now on.

At that time, Mo can't help but know how a woman feels in her heart, but he is heartache.

Sometimes a man is strong enough to hold up the sky for the people around him, but sometimes he is vulnerable to being touched by others. His soft heart makes him cry. Mo Li never thinks that he is a perfect man, he is impulsive, he is fickle, he doesn't know how to restrain and control his emotions, these are all shortcomings, and he didn't want to change them.

He is a master of emotion, and his heart moves with emotion. If you want to do it, do it. This is the personality of each generation of qingzong disciples.

Mo Li knows that his feelings for Ning Qianyu have deviated from the established track imperceptibly. At the beginning, he lived step by step under the oppression of chasing cloud Pavilion and breaking the moon. At that time, he hoped that this woman could send a kind care or reminder. But in the end... The hesitation and swing of women let Mo Li down.

The feeling he needs is very simple. As long as the person he likes has his own heart, it's enough. Just like the wind chime, a moment's care will melt a man's heart.

After that, in Yanhuang's backyard, Ning Qianyu's desperate efforts let Mo Li let go of his unhappiness. But at that time, he was no longer sure whether he cared as much about this woman as he did at the beginning.

Mo Li does not like to force others, more reluctant to force himself, so he chose to get along in the future.

During this time, Ning Qianyu has been in the branch of Fuyun mountain in Qingfeng city. Although he would come to visit us from time to time, there were obviously many less topics between them.

Mo Li doesn't know what Ning Qianyu wants to talk about when he comes out, so he chooses to be silent and wait for the woman to say what she wants to say.

On the Bank of Luohe River, two people stood side by side on the stone bridge, looking at the boats in the river. The breeze blew up their clothes and hair, and the atmosphere oppressed the surrounding air.

After a long time, Ning Qianyu looked at the man's angular face, bit his lips and said in a low voice: "I'll leave tomorrow. I'll leave Qingfeng city and go to Ziyun mountain..."

Slightly some trembling voice let Mo Li originally knock stone bridge railing finger stopped.

Take a deep breath, calm down for a while, suddenly become some disordered breathing, Mo Li squeeze out a smile.

"Really... That's a good thing! It seems that the masters of shuiyunzong have seen that you have a special constitution. I believe you will grow up to be another gifted disciple of shuiyunzong in the future. I'm afraid that jiufengqijie will be jiufengbajie by then! "

Mo Li light voice can not hear the joy and sorrow, but rather thousand language originally feel some hair astringent eyes in the man's words gradually become ruddy.

"Mo Li... Thank you! I know that... Without what you did in the Tianluo forest, I would not have lived to this day, and I would not have everything I have now... "

Women's voice some choking, let Mo Li's mood also follow up uncomfortable.

"Don't mention the past." Mo Li turned and looked at the crying woman, and sighed in a low voice: "no matter what, we are all friends. I wish you a good future, at least in the future..."

Mo Li's words didn't finish, Ning Qian language suddenly bumped into his arms.

Let Ning Qianyu's hands in his waist continue to tighten, Mo Li so Lengleng Leng stand on the stone bridge, calm eyes swept a little painful light.

Some things... Lost really hard to come back!

Countless times entangled in the dream of the broad chest, Ning thousand language but feel the indifference of thousands of miles away.

Tears do not fight to flow from the corner of the eye, how many times toss and turn, how many times sleepless. When Ning Qianyu finally decided that he didn't know when he really fell in love with this man, he gradually left himself.

Ning Qianyu regrets that if he can see clearly, if he can think clearly, if he can summon up courage, will the man in front of him spoil himself like the wind chime around him?

Ning Qianyu hates him very much. It's clear that he met this man first. It's clear that he moved him first. Why is it that he is accompanied by others now? Ning Qianyu doesn't hate others. She hates herself. She hates herself for being too indecisive. She hates her swaggering. She doesn't have the courage to be desperate like Fengling!

Gradually, Ning Qianyu calms down in sobbing, and slowly looks up at the face close at hand. Ning Qianyu's face cleans away the tears on his face.

"Mo Li... Have you ever liked me?"

Since you want to leave, Ning Qianyu must find out the doubts in your heart before you leave.

Looking at the woman's face, Mo Li felt entangled for a while, and nodded slowly after a long time.

Ning Qianyu smiles and charms all living beings.

Until the figure of Ning Qianyu disappeared in the stone bridge, leaving only a little fragrance of the surrounding air, Mo Li's mind still recalled the words of women before parting.

"Next time we meet, I'll surprise you again. At the beginning, I didn't know how to cherish it. Next time, I will catch you and never let go

The woman's firm expression is vividly in my mind, but I don't know whether I am expecting or moving in my heart.

Holding his hands on the railing and looking at the water in the distance, Mo Li sighed with a bitter smile: "old man, old man, you taught me to practice and fight, but you didn't teach me how to face my feelings... You are not qualified!"

Mo Li mumbles to himself and laughs at himself. Then he arranges his emotions and goes to the treasure house.

On the street corner not far from the stone bridge, Ning Qianyu looks at Mo Li's disappearing figure. His ruddy lips are bitten by silver teeth, and his soft jade hands are tightly clasped into the hard blue stone wall.

"I lost once, and I don't want to lose the next time... You moved me before, and I will move you in the future, and I will!"

Firm voice, stubborn eyes, this moment Ningqian language is particularly beautiful.