Chapter 804

The demon God's body is his seal, and his soul is broken.

Every word, like a bolt from the blue, pierced her heart, tore her flesh and blood.

"No Mo Qingge's fingers curled tightly, "Uncle Huang is an oracle. How can he be so scared? No, impossible, impossible

"Miss Mo..."

"Uncle Huang, wake up quickly." She burst into tears and couldn't hear any more. "You look at me, you look at me!"

"Ge'er knows that she is wrong. You can blame me and ignore me, but don't punish her like this, OK?"

"As long as you wake up, Ge'er will go back with you, and Ge'er will go back with you to the demon temple. This time, you will be a prisoner for thousands of years, and I will never leave you."

"Uncle Huang, you are still angry with Ge'er. That's why you don't even want to see her at the last time, right?"

"Uncle Huang, I remember, I remember, everything about you, those good or bad memories, have been engraved into my bones, and will never be separated from my memory again!"

"It's you who accompany me to the ice abyss. It's you who save my life and dig my heart. It's you who have been waiting for me for thousands of years. Uncle Huang, you are not afraid to die for the sake of Ge'er. Why can't you leave with Ge'er? Why should you be so cruel and leave Ge'er alone?"

"In the previous life, Ge'er left you first, so this time, you left me without even calling?"

"How can I live alone when you are gone?"

"Uncle Huang..."

"Mo Xuan..."

"Brother Mo!"

The heartrending cry, resounding through the sky, completely defeated the last line of defense in her heart.

She didn't even have time to say sorry or say goodbye to him.

She thought that uncle Huang thought he hated him even when he died.

But she didn't. She never hated him.

It turned out that that day, uncle Huang suddenly agreed to let her leave the demon temple, knowing that she was going to die.

Let her go back to Mohism to protect her.

It never occurred to her that a hasty parting on that day turned out to be a farewell. Every word she said on that day was a farewell.

What if she knows?

It's too late!

Love across the sea, the sea can be flat.

Love across the river, the river can also cross.

However, they are separated from each other by Yin and Yang.

She's lost forever.

Gu Mian Mo was lying in the same place, his eyes closed, his eyelashes were still long and warped, his thin withered lips were stained with a touch of scarlet, and the radian of his lips was indifferent.

Just the corner of the eye, still hanging a trace of wet tears.

So he lay quietly, as bright as snow, just like the young man who didn't dye the dust when he first saw him.

Clean, indifferent, like water.

It's quiet. I can't bear to disturb you.

His finger bone is as long as jade and covered with blood. Mo Qingge gently breaks open his palm and sees the green sachet dyed red by blood. He suddenly loses his voice and tears.

That's a token she gave him.

The sachet is still a little bit warm. It's his body temperature, but his finger bones are so cold that there is no temperature left.

Uncle Huang, before you lose your soul, it's always about singing.

If... If the song comes a little earlier, will it make you less regret?

Or, none of this will happen.

Perhaps, this desperate world is not worthy of him, for him, death may be the greatest relief.

She clenched the sachet and stuck it to her heart. She burst into tears and broke down completely.

She has no reason left.

After all, she was separated from her favorite person.

I feel sad.

Seeing that she was completely out of control, Emperor Xuantian looked gloomy and couldn't say a word for a long time. My heartache was no less than her.

He was born in chaos without family.

Mo'er is his only close relative

However, he watched his close relatives fall into the abyss step by step, but he could do nothing.

Just now, he spent ten thousand years of cultivation, just barely keep Mo'er's body.

But what about that?

Dust settled, everything is unable to return to the sky.

"Uncle Huang." Mo Qingge's eyes are red, and his eyes are full of sadness.

Her slender hand stroked the man's face and opened her mouth as if she were lost, as if she were talking to herself:

"Uncle Huang, don't be afraid. Ge'er will accompany you now."

Every word is a resolution.

Since she can't live together, she will go to the spring with Uncle Huang!

The words fall, Xuan Wen Bracelet turns into a sharp dagger, she holds the cool finger bone of Gu Mian Mo, the blade aims at her heart and lips, evoking a smile of liberation.

Uncle Huang, wait for me.

Wheezing——

"Stop it

Suddenly, the emperor saw the power, and his backhand shook off the dagger in the palm of Mo Qingge's hand.

However, he was half a second late.

The sharp dagger stabbed in half, blood splashed, dyed her white dress red.

A mouthful of blood gushed out.

But her five senses seemed numb, and she could not feel the pain at all.

This is the feeling of despair.

"Miss Mo, please don't do anything stupid One side of the God to grasp her wrist, worried.

"I'm sorry for your change?" A line of tears, dripping down, her tone ethereal and indifferent, "he's gone, how do you want me to change?"

"You let me go." Mo Qingge struggled and his voice trembled. "I'm going to accompany him. I'm going to tell him personally that the words I said to him in the demon temple and the two stabs I stabbed him didn't come from me. I still have a lot to say to him. Even if he doesn't forgive me and he hates me, I'll recognize them, I'll recognize them all..."

"Qingge, don't be impulsive!"

Emperor Zun threw out a force to imprison the dagger in midair, not to let her touch half a point.

"Mo'er, he has never blamed you. If he is here, he will not want you to die with him." He advised, "even if you are dead hearted, don't forget that you still have Mo Er's flesh and blood in your stomach."

Before Mo'er emerged, the only thing she cared about was the little girl.

So in any case, he should protect the little girl and not let her fall into the abyss.

Hearing this, Mo Qingge was slightly stunned. He cried and laughed. He was so lost in laughter that he reached out and stroked his belly.

Yes, she still has uncle Huang's flesh and blood in her stomach, and she also has wood. She can't go to death without care.

She can't yet

In an instant, the blood gushed up, and Mo Qingge's eyes turned black, and the blood gushed out of his mouth.

"Qingge!"

Emperor Zun gently raised his hand and held Mo Qingge's fallen body with a strong force. The powerful Xuanli constantly entered her body.

Mo Qingge is in a muddle, and his skull is falling apart. He just feels lighter and lighter.

"Uncle Huang, uncle Huang..."

Comatose to the extreme, she saw in the clouds, that touch of white figure, like the world of East China Sea, when the first glance.