Loser Princess Defies Heaven - Chapter 803

“Mo’er, come back, come back!” Emperor Zun stood on the cloud, trying to break through the barrier, but he could not get close to it anyway.

The eagerness, to the extreme.

Just now, he has decided to trade his life for his life and use his own body of Oracle to block all the seals.

But who knows, Mo’er just came out at this time.

He didn’t want to watch Mo’er die!

Gu Mian Mo said faintly: “master, previously, I wronged you. In fact, I know that in master’s heart, Mo’er has never been regarded as a cold seal.”

Just now, if he came a second late, master would have been dedicated to chaos.

At that moment, he realized that he had wronged his master.

It turned out that the master had already thought about carrying all this on his own, even if he kept it from him in the end.

“But this is Mo Er’s destiny. I don’t want anyone to bear it for me.”

What’s more, this man is his close relative, whom he desperately wants to protect.

“No, Mo’er.” Emperor Zun shook his head, “you come back quickly, don’t say such words, don’t say such words to your father!”

Looking at Gu Mian Mo a little bit into the aurora, Emperor Zun is going crazy.

He walked alone for nearly 100000 years, only such a close relative, but in the end, he personally pushed him into the abyss.

He regretted and hated.

If he could do it all over again, even if he abandoned all living beings, he would never make the previous choice.

Gu Mian’s lips are slightly crooked, and his tone is extremely calm

“Master, my heart has been empty and cold for thousands of years. You are the second one to give me warmth. After learning my life experience, I have complained about you, but I have never hated you. Now I don’t complain. Everything is time and fate.”

“Mo’er…” emperor Zun said bitterly, “I’m sorry for your father.”

Every word is like a needle.

However, he did not even have the chance to recover.

“Take care, master, I will never be such a burden to you again,” he said

“Mumu is still young. Don’t tell him where his father has gone.”

Ethereal voice, clearly every word is very calm, but every word is full of despair.

“What about her?” Emperor Xuantian looked at the sky and said, “don’t you even want her?”

In a word, it hurt his heart.

“She…”

Tears, from the corner of his eyes, smile stiff in the corner of his lips, as if the deepest pain buried in his heart was stripped, blood dripping, heart piercing.

He looked dejected and looked at the direction of Tianxing Pavilion.

In the chaos and darkness, it seems that there is an illusory light and shadow.

The girl gave him a smile, coming against the wind, just like the bright and gorgeous smile at first sight.

When he wanted to rush past regardless of everything, he saw that she turned into a shadow in mid air and floated away.

After that, there was nothing left. She seemed to have come and never appeared.

All the dreams come to nothing.

Song, it’s not his song anymore.

They no longer belong to each other.

Gu Zimo closed his eyes. Juechen’s face was as calm as water. There was a faint smile on his lips. In his bloody palm, he held a green sachet tightly.

Body shape, gradually into chaos, was swallowed by chaos.

That’s the smile of liberation.

“If life is just like seeing for the first time, what’s the matter with autumn wind and painting fan?” The last tear of indifference falls into the corner of my eye.

He was born in chaos, and he always belongs to chaos.

This dream is over.

He’s finally free.

“Mo’er, Mo’er!”

Emperor Zun’s hysterical cry rang through the sky and hurt his heart.

Even the sky has changed its color.

Half life duckweed with the passing water, a night of cold rain buried flowers.

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In the sky, thunder and lightning, strong wind, against the darkness and pressure, Mo Qingge almost did everything he could to drive.

Finally, when she arrived at Tianxing Pavilion, it was daybreak, the dark sky suddenly lifted clouds and saw fog, the wind was still, the thunder and lightning disappeared, and it was as quiet as ever.

However, looking around, the Tianxing Pavilion is still miserable.

Everywhere are broken walls, rivers of blood, where, everywhere, there are piles of corpses, wailing everywhere.

In the past, the sacred and solemn Tianxing Pavilion, with countless deaths and injuries, has a sense of desolation.

Mo Qingge is in a dazed mood and runs directly to the forbidden area of Tianxing Pavilion. What comes into sight is a quiet scene, which makes people tremble.

After the war, the forbidden area was in a mess, with corpses everywhere and countless injured envoys.

The envoys, who had not yet died, were silent and kneeling, as if something big had happened.

What’s going on?

Mo Qingge’s heart “clattered” for a while, and some unknown premonitions passed in her heart.

Now she wants nothing but to see Uncle Huang.

As long as Uncle Huang is safe, her heart will be put down.

Mo Qingge tries to calm down, pushes away the crowd and runs all the way to the depth of the forbidden area.

“Uncle Huang, uncle Huang!”

She pushed away one layer after another of the crowd, and suddenly stopped, her pupils shrank and her eyes stopped.

What came into view was a spotless corpse, just like sleeping, lying quietly in the same place, so quiet that people couldn’t bear to disturb it.

And the emperor Xuantian was on the side, his face collapsed.

Uncle Huang

All of a sudden, Mo Qingge’s brain is blank, and his heart is like a block of stone. He can’t breathe for a long time.

She felt that she couldn’t walk any more. Her legs became numb, shaking and unconscious.

She couldn’t even believe her eyes.

Mo Qingge’s fingers curled up tightly and took unconscious steps. Every step seemed to be filled with mercury, heavy and sad, and staggered close to the past.

She would rather believe that the distance was just too far away, and her eyes were dazzled.

Can hang Mou, see that piece of exquisite juechen’s face, her body suddenly lose center of gravity, fall to the ground.

She was shaking.

The phalanx is shaking, the whole body is shaking.

Throat, as if tightly pinched, breathless.

Red eyes, her tone, calm in a boundless gloomy: “Uncle Huang, here comes the song.”

Speak softly, as if calling.

Tears, such as a broken line of beads, gush down, the line of sight moment blurred, illusory.

Heart, a stabbing pain.

“Uncle Huang, here comes the song.” There was no response. She bit her lower lip, trembled her phalanges, and held his long, cold hand. She could not feel any temperature

“You wake up, you open your eyes to see the song, OK?”

Calm tone, calm despair.

One side of the divine envoy said: “Miss Mo, the spirit of the demon has already lost her soul.”