Chapter 493

"Ah

Accompanied by a burst of frightened calls, Mo Qingge opened his eyes and suddenly got up.

Breathing slightly heavy, pale face, her forehead, covered with a cold sweat of panic.

"Uncle Huang!" She hugged the person in front of her reflexively, thinking about the dream she had just had, and she was afraid,

"Song." Gu Mo hugged her slender waist and said softly, "it's OK. It's OK. Don't be afraid."

Mo Qingge bit his lower lip and fixed his eyes. He went back to the road of ghost hall.

He Lian Rong Jin and Wu Yan also stood on one side.

At this time, she was slightly relieved.

Connected with two dreams, she experienced two life and death, now, finally wake up.

Although it's just a dream, it's too real, like personal experience.

"Uncle Huang." She leaned against Gu Mian and said, "I just had two dreams. Twice I dreamed that you left me."

"No way." Aware that she was a little emotional, Gu felt extremely distressed, and his tone was gentle for a few minutes, "Ge'er, I'm not good?"

Mo Qingge hugged his neck tightly, and was still a little shaken: "what happened to me just now, why did I suddenly fall into an illusion?"

"It's magic feather." He blurted out.

"Magic feather..."

It is said that the first illusionist in the world, magic feather.

No wonder, just those two dreams, so lifelike, lifelike that she can not distinguish between fantasy and reality.

"You, you're not hurt, are you?" Mo Qingge asked with concern.

That magic feather is one of the five hall masters of the demon clan, whose strength is above the gods.

Uncle Huang can't use Xuanli now. If Huan Yu comes, how can they be rivals?

"I'm fine." Gu Mian Mo light way, "just came, just his phantom."

Then, he sighed slightly and said, "it's you. You've been sleeping for a long time, but I'm worried to death."

"It's OK." Mo Qingge was slightly relieved, "we'd better go out as soon as possible. This place is too dangerous."

"Well."

Who knows, as soon as Mo Qingge got up, he felt a strange breath approaching.

It's the smell of danger, to be precise.

No!

The next second, white light across the line of sight, only to see a white robe flying down, swaying like an immortal, with violent strength, attack.

It's magic feather!

"Uncle Huang, step back

Mo Qingge step forward, red lotus industry fire cohesion palm, quickly smashed out.

A red and a white two strength, collide together.

Bang——

Concussion sound, Mo Qingge was overturned out, landing, vomiting blood, no suspense.

"Song

Gu Mo hugged her body and worried.

The body shape of the magic feather is floating in the air. Three thousand green silks are falling down. The delicate facial features are full of evil.

He looked down and said: "demon emperor, I'm here to finish you today!"

The next second, Mori White's attack broke through the sky and came.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang, be careful!"

Before her words were finished, Gu Mian Mo curled her finger bone tightly and protected her in her arms.

Bang——

The fierce cold palm wind, coming face to face, instantly penetrated Gu mianmo's chest.

Dazzling blood, running down, and he always protect the woman in his arms, a mouthful of blood gushing out.

Ear, came a dull hum.

"Uncle Huang!" Mo Qingge's brain is blank and asks, "what's the matter with you?"

"Cough..."

He coughed violently for a few times, and another mouthful of blood gushed out, breathing heavily: "song'er, let's go..."

Mo Qingge clearly realizes that his body is lighter and lighter, and his soul is slowly dissipating like a broken one.

Her phalanx trembled slightly, and she was shocked.

The spirit of the emperor's uncle was damaged and slowly dissipated.

Mo Qingge shakes his head. The warm Xuanli condenses his palm and injects it into his body.

Who knows, his meridians can not absorb half a minute, instead, he was stimulated and vomited blood constantly: "cough..."

Gu Mian Mo held her little hand, and her face was pale without a trace of blood. He said gently, "song, it's useless. Don't waste Xuanli any more."

His spirit has been destroyed.

How can you let Ge'er spend Xuanli for him?

"No, No." Mo Qingge bit his lower lip, tears gushed out in an instant, "Uncle Huang, Ge'er won't let you have anything, Ge'er will never let you have anything!"

As soon as she got out of her nightmare, she thought that she would never experience life and death again.

But did not think, just wake up from the dream, she watched helplessly, his favorite person died in front of.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness surged into my heart.

If she could, she would rather it was a dream.

He pulled a little bit of strength, stroked her cheek with his long finger bone, and wiped her tears.

"Don't cry, song." His tone, gentle to the extreme, "cry again, uncle Huang to love."

Mo Qingge bit her lower lip and her eyes were red to the extreme. She tried to hold back her tears

"Listen to you, don't cry, don't sleep, don't leave me, OK?"

She almost lost her mind: "if you die, Ge'er doesn't want to live, and Ge'er chases you to the bottom of the water!"

If Uncle Huang is gone, what's the point of her being alive?

"Cough, song." Gu quilt ink ice lips hang red, "don't say this kind of silly words, even if the emperor uncle is not around you, also must... Live well."

"Promise uncle Huang to live well..."

As he spoke, his body became lighter and lighter, and his soul was dissipating.

Mo Qingge tearful: "no, uncle Huang, don't sleep. Ge'er, please, don't leave me alone. If you die, how do you want Ge'er to live? How do you want Ge'er to live alone?"

His body, almost transparent, soft voice: "there is a word, uncle Huang has always wanted to tell you."

"You say, you say?"

Mo Qingge holds back tears, holds his cold phalanx, and asks in panic.

His thin lips gently open, voice is very weak: "from the beginning to the end, in the eyes of Uncle Huang's heart, there is only one song."

From beginning to end, in my eyes and heart, you are the only one.

Gu Mian Mo's eyes closed slightly, and he used up his last strength to kiss her lips.

Mo Qingge laughed at himself, but his tears broke like a dike. He couldn't stop: "I believe you, uncle Huang, I believe what you say!"

The sense of guilt and remorse reached the extreme in an instant.

Uncle Huang loves her like life, treats her sincerely, she actually still doubts him in the dream.

Mo Qingge, you are so damned.

Always want to lose, just know precious.

"Just believe it." His lips slightly hook, reluctantly pull out a trace of dismal smile, as if the last piece of mind also.

The cold and white hands, falling down, his breath completely dissipated, his soul also broke into pieces, falling into the air, in the air into flying feathers, no longer exist.