Wangmen Xianfei

Chapter 283

The middle-aged leader wanted to say something, but retreated under Jun Rongjue's indifferent gaze.Mo Li looked at the figure of Jun Rongjue who seemed to be leaving, gritted his teeth and took a step forward, said in a low hoarse voice: "The devil, you are the devil!" You are the devil, could it be that you will leave like this Is it over?Are you really abandoning the whole family for the sake of one person?

Mo Li's eyes were filled with tears. As the devil's saintess, the demon lord's pre-determined wife, she was not willing to be loved by Jun Rongjue. Although she was unwilling and sad, she could still bear it, but facing Jun Rongjue, she seemed to want to abandon her. The whole family doesn't care, this is not something she can bear.For a long time, the sub-mobs have been trapped in this narrow area. Except for the imperial city, the life of the peripheral tribes seems to be difficult.The devil is their hope, the hope to lead them out of the predicament, and the most respected existence in their hearts, but at this moment, he is actually going to abandon them?

Jun Rongjue remained silent, hugged Mu Qingli onto the horse she had just ridden, and rode away holding the reins.

His black robe was fluttering, and his loose black hair was fluttering in the air. It should have looked wild and unruly, but it made people feel extremely elegant.The horseshoes were hunting, the dust filled the air with the wind, and the bloody smell of the corpses of the dead Zimo clansmen on the ground had not yet dried up, mixed with the smell of dust inhaled into the nose and throat, making Mo Li and the others feel choked and depressed. Looking up, the backs of the two of them on horseback were getting further and further away until they could no longer be seen.

"Roar!" The middle-aged commander let out a low growl, and with a sound of "Boom!", as he stomped hard, cracks appeared one after another immediately.His face was as deep as water, his eyes were bloodshot and angry, but more of it was the sadness and unwillingness that permeated from the deepest part. He gritted his teeth and said, "Demon Lord, this is our Demon Lord? Hehe, Demon Lord!" Laughing His voice was deep and hoarse, I really didn't know if he was laughing or mocking.

Li Li also retracted her gaze. Following the words of the middle-aged commander, she could clearly feel that the expressions of the people around her were uncomfortable and surprised. "Qingyang, don't be disrespectful to the demon lord!" Mo Li warned, and under the expression of the middle-aged commander Qingyang opening his mouth to refute and then fell silent, he continued: "Is it possible for us to intervene in what the demon lord does? No matter what, the demon lord is the lord of our demon clan, and he will never abandon his clan." The last sentence, I don't know if it was for Qing Yang, or to appease himself.

Qingyang's thin lips were pursed into a straight line, his eyes flickered sharply, and finally he bent over and nodded, "What the saint taught me is that I overstepped it!"

Mo Li also heaved a sigh of relief. If the people of the tribe lost confidence and respect for the devil, then no matter if the devil still cares about them, they would lose hope in their hearts first. Such a result is definitely not what she wants to see .Nodding slightly, Li Li said, "I'll leave this to you." After speaking, he closed his eyes to cover up his fatigue, turned his head and walked into the imperial city.

Qingyang looked at her back for a moment, clenched the palms of his wide sleeves, then looked back at the corpses of the clansmen on the ground, closed his eyes and said in pain: "Bury them."

"Yes!" The soldier next to him took the order.

Walk all the way through Huangcheng Avenue until you reach the observatory.

Li Li waved away the attendants who were following him, and walked up the dark and spacious stairs step by step, regardless of his embarrassment, until there was a light in front of him, and he reached the top floor.What I saw at a glance was the empty and calm black pool, and the old man in black robe was sitting on the rattan chair under the bright sunlight.The wicker chair shook gently, and the old man's gray hair shook accordingly. He looked blankly at the void, as if he was thinking about something, reminiscing about something, or just in a daze.

"Master." Mo Li looked at him with tears in his eyes.She remembered Mu Qingli's expressionless expression towards Jun Rongjuan, she was still in shock at that time.I was amazed how such a demonic woman could have such a fragile and pitiful appearance. It was like two people, one was indifferent, and the other was a girl who could cry, make trouble, and play tricks.

But when she saw the old man, she understood that it was because Mu Qingli unreservedly believed that that person could make her cry, make her quarrel, make her play tricks, let her do anything, he would tolerate her, spoil her , will never persecute her.

Just like this at this moment, no matter how uncomfortable and wronged she felt in her heart, she would not show it in front of Qingyang and the others, but when she saw the old man, she couldn't help but want to tell everything, because she knew this man, although he was cold-faced , but no one loves her more than him, and she doesn't have to be afraid to show her weakness and sadness in front of him.

The old man paused, and the wicker chair stopped shaking.His eyes also recovered, and he turned his head to look at Li Li. His old eyes also shrank for a moment, and after a moment of silence, he pursed his lips and sighed, "Come here."

Mo Li's footsteps were a little hasty, thinking that the old man was coming, and then he knelt down on the ground, buried his cheek in his lap, and let out a suppressed choking sound.

The old man's vicissitudes of eyes showed kindness, and his old palm gently swayed her back, sighing in a low voice: "It's my teacher who made a mistake, and I shouldn't let you go."

"Woo..." Mo Li's crying suddenly amplified, and he murmured: "Master, why, why, I am so jealous and envious, why she can be loved by the devil, why can't even find out her shortcomings, Why is she not afraid of falling into the enemy's country for the sake of the devil? Oh, I can see that the two of them really love each other, but their identities are not good, they shouldn't be!"

The old man's face twitched, his eyes flashed with pain, and he murmured in a voice that only he could hear: "In this regard, I am not as good as her..."

Li Li raised his head, his face was full of tears, and said to him: "Master, the demon lord doesn't like me, and I have no complaints. But he can't abandon the whole group, he is our demon lord!"

The old man patted his back lightly, silent, his eyes deep.

How much obsession and will does that man have to be able to remain sober in the inheritance?He must have listened to their conversation, if not, he wouldn't have just rushed out after breaking free from the shackles of inheritance.

At that time before he left, the old man knew the anger in his heart when he looked at him before he left. There was darkness like the night and the deep sea in those calm eyes, even if he was angry, he would not be able to feel it. There is no brilliance of anger, but only silent indifference, and the more indifferent, the more terrifying.

(End of this chapter)