Chapter 442

My heart touched slightly, as if the softest place was gently touched.

Uncle Huang believed her so much, but she didn't trust her unreservedly, and even wavered about her mother.

But not in the future.

Because she believed that even if the world overturned, the man would never do anything to hurt her.

He has no reservation.

"I'm sorry..." a thousand words, finally only into this light three words.

Gu Mian Mo sneered: "how to say sorry?"

This little girl, in recent days, how more and more sentimental?

Light lean in his arms, Mo Qingge said: "Tianlei industry fire capital punishment, pain?"

Gu Mian Mo is slightly stunned.

How did she know?

"Is that Mo Liang's leakage, what did he say to you?"

"It doesn't matter who said it." Mo Qingge looked at him and said softly, "but Uncle Huang, it seems that he always loves to bury many things in his heart."

He was silent for a moment.

This little girl, what else do you know?

"What I said to you that day in the dungeon was a lie." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, and then said, "I've never touched Shangguan Feng, he always let me remember, I owe him half a life, in the end, I know, I owe you."

The person who really lives for her has never mentioned a word for fear that she will feel guilty.

The people who really love her are afraid of not giving enough.

It's her confusion that keeps Shangguan Feng in the dark.

"Ge'er doesn't owe me. Uncle Huang won't allow you to say that." He low Mou a kiss, light fall on her forehead, the tone is gentle.

"No Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, a serious tone, "Uncle Huang, I owe you, you must return it!"

He chuckled and said: "it's not clear, only meat."

Mo Qingge broke his tears into a smile and leaned back to his arms. His tone was calmer: "why do you want to do this? Don't you know, will you die with your constitution and life?"

He never cared for his own life.

Gu Mian Mo said in a soft voice, "I'm more afraid of losing you than I'm going to die."

I'm more afraid of losing you than death.

How could she not?

If Uncle Huang really lost his life for her, what's the meaning of her being alone?

A clear tear fell from the corner of her eye.

It's warm.

"I'm credulous of Shangguan Feng's instigation, and I'll break the spirit seal." She explained, "but I didn't really expect that it would bring disaster to the East China Sea."

"I will go to the East China Sea some other day and apologize to the emperor and empress in person..."

Low voice, full of guilt.

Hearing this, Gu Mian's ink looks slightly coagulated, passing a little silence and loss.

"Mother, she... Has fallen."

It sounds as plain as water, but it's very heavy.

"What?" Mo Qingge was stunned, her eyes suddenly turned red and her heart was like a knife.

She bit her lower lip and felt heartache: "it's all my fault..."

It's all her fault.

It was she who caused the chaos in the East China Sea. It was she who killed Uncle Huang's mother and empress.

"Mother died to save me. It's none of your business." Hearing the faint sobs, he was also very distressed. He raised his hand and wanted to help her wipe her tears. "Song Er, don't blame yourself."

Mo Qingge has more tears and is in a state of confusion.

She really didn't know that so many things had happened, and it was hard to imagine how Uncle Huang survived these days.

After a moment's silence, his low and withered voice came from his ear: "Ge'er, uncle Huang has no more relatives."

Clearly is a calm word, but let her hear a bit desolate despair.

Isn't that killing her heart?

"In the future, there will be Ge'er with you. No matter what happens, Ge'er will always be with you."

The tone of Mo Qingge is gentle and firm.

No matter it's brilliant, or it's falling dust, it's doomed, as long as it's him, it's enough.

……

In the late evening, Qing Ye wandered around the hall for several times before she finally made up her mind and knocked on the door.

"It's me."

"Qing Yejun, please come in." The person who answers the voice is mo Qingge.

Push the door and enter, a dense hot air lingers in the sky, Qing night instantly distinguish, is the breath of warm nourishing spirit liquid.

Gu Mian Mo was in the barrel. His eyes were covered with white silk. His face was a little pale. His lips were slightly red. His forehead was covered with cold sweat. He breathed heavily, as if he was suffering a lot.

Suddenly, Qing night changed his face: "Mo Qingge, Wenyang spirit liquid is too powerful, it's not so indiscriminate!"

"Qing Yejun, I have my own discretion." Her tone was light and did not explain anything.

She couldn't be more clear about the efficacy of wenyanglingye. But at the moment, uncle Huang's injury is very difficult, so it shouldn't be delayed for a long time. If the medicine is not more serious, it will only get half the result with twice the effort.

Qing night just don't believe, she can have what propriety, cold voice way: "no, you this is disorderly!"

Suddenly, Mo Qingge stepped forward and reached out to stop him. His voice was neither humble nor overbearing

"Qing Yejun, you know that you don't like me. I have nothing to say whether you want to scold me or revenge me. But now, I'm healing uncle Huang. If you have to step in, don't blame me for being impolite."

Even in the face of a strong God, knowing that she has little power, she is still calm and does not give in.

"Mo Qingge, do you think you can stop me?" Qing night face a black, finger bone tight curl up, take angry Xuan force, slowly rise and rise.

He has long wanted to tear this troublesome woman to pieces!

Four eyes opposite, Mo Qingge face unchanged, fingers pinch "click" sound, ready to fight.

At this moment, an indifferent voice interrupted them

"Elder martial brother."

Qing night Zheng Zheng, the mysterious power of the whole body instantly dissipated: "younger martial brother?"

"Elder martial brother, I'm fine." His tone was light, and he listened to the conversation they had just had.

"You... Can you hear my voice?" she said

"Nonsense." He said impatiently.

This time, the big stone in Qing Ye's heart finally fell to the ground.

Isn't it? It's only four or five days. My younger martial brother's hearing has recovered?

Maybe he was wrong about this woman.

Then, Qing night coldly glanced at Mo Qingge, no good way: "just, this time I blame you wrong."

"What is calculation?" Mo Qingge is not happy immediately, "Qing Yejun, you have wronged me."

Words fall, she picked up one side of the clothes, cover in Gu quilt ink exposed and out of the clavicle.

Her man, just don't show others, man also can't!

Qing night cold hum, change the topic way: "by the way, that day in a hurry, I have not asked you, is from where to run out?"

He wants to capture shangguanfeng, the dog thief, and cut him to pieces.

Mo Qingge knew that what he asked was Shangguan Feng's address, so he took out a bottle of spirit liquid from Chujie and threw it to him.

"What's this?"