son, who is your father

Chapter 334: Life and Death (9)
Surprise flashed across her eyes, Hong Qiao stared blankly at Bai Moyi, opened her mouth, then closed it again, a light smile that also brought blessings overflowed her mouth, yes, Hong Ling is such a good person, she will be happy!And, inexplicably, she believed what the lady said!

Did Miss Hong Ling know each other long before she passed away?No why does she always feel that there is an indescribable tacit understanding between Miss and Hongling!
"Mother, I also believe that Aunt Ling will have a good life in another world, good people will be rewarded!" The childish voice resounded in the carriage, pulling back Bai Moyi's wandering thoughts.

Stretching out his hand to caress Bai Wushang's sensible face, with a hint of sadness hidden between his brows, a melancholy smile slid across his face, with a hint of helplessness in his voice, he asked faintly: "Wushang would like to be with your mother, Maybe we will never come back here again in this life!"

The ruts were printed on the ground with a thin layer of snow, leaving two long tracks. The sound of the horse's scrambling was very clear in this deserted wilderness, and the sound seemed to be stepping on people's hearts.

"Where is my mother, I will be there, and the place with my mother is my home!"

"Let's go to the end of the world together, mother, my son will definitely protect you!" He will not let his mother get hurt again, and he will not let other people hurt his mother, and besides him, no one else will come to rob his mother!
He can also make my mother very happy, very happy!

After going through that night of darkness, little Bai Wushang is now extremely resistant to all those who approach his mother!

That night was not only the pain in Bai Moyi's heart, but also a scene that Bai Wushang could never forget and never wanted to think about again. For him, that night was like a nightmare. For a long time, it was like a nightmare. Follow him!
As for Luo Yuchen and Yu Wuhen, it became a forbidden topic between Bai Wushang and the ignorant but extremely intelligent Hong Qiao.

The snow in the sky was getting bigger and bigger, and the further north he went, the colder the sky became. The flakes of flying snow were as white as that person's elegant demeanor, but that night, the person he chose was not her!
The slightly closed eyelashes trembled slightly, and the cold figure swayed with the wheels. When life and death were on the line, those men who kept saying they loved her were watching coldly. At that moment, her heart was frozen like this heavy snow all over the sky. , sank to the bottom.

Coughed twice, her slender white hands caressed her busy heart, which was still in pain, the sword wound on her chest was deep, almost killing her, but the wound on her body was far less than the wound on her heart. The fresh snow is red, falling blood-red and blood-red, falling on the ground, icy-cold and painful.

"Miss, there is a town ahead. Shall we spend the night in the town?" Hong Qiao raised the curtain, frowned, and looked at the place where the smoke was rising not far away through the boundless snowfall. Hearing that, he exhaled a breath of white smoke, turned his head to look at Bai Wushang who looked out from time to time, but looked worriedly at his mother, and smiled softly.

Slightly pondering for a while, suppressing the blood churning in his heart, Bai Moyi reached out from his arms and took out the bottle containing the Nine-turn Resurrection Pill given to her by the old man Tianji, a sneer flashed across his face, he raised his hand quickly, Qiao raised the car curtain and flew far, far away, rolling out of sight.

"Don't stop, keep going!" The voice that recovered was as cold and indifferent as the white snow.

"But Miss, your body..." Hong Qiao looked at her worriedly and hesitated.

"Let's go, I want to accompany Wushang for a longer walk!" Shen Luo's voice was full of words.

She lowered her eyes slightly, Hong Qiao stopped making a sound, moved her body and sat outside the curtain of the carriage, no longer letting the horses walk freely, whipping the horses, the wheels flew like flying, and the wind on her ears slid down and she didn't know what was on her cheeks. When did the tears flow.

The wind with snow and rain hit people's face, there is a kind of piercing pain, there are flying flowers and feathers of clean snow in the vast sky, a kind of indifferent and drifting desert quietly breeds in the dancing posture, kiss On the elegant and beautiful You face, there is a coldness that is colder than the ice that penetrates every inch of skin, and penetrates directly to the most vulnerable place in the bottom of my heart. The flying snow here adds a peerless beauty of loneliness and coldness.In the vast universe, it seems that there is only one person left.It seems that regardless of past and present lives, she really only has herself left.

With open arms, the wide hem of the clothes flutters with the wind, the clothes are fragrant, the long hair like satin is flying with a sad breath, the slender figure is standing on the top of the high mountain, at the foot is the cliff that can't be seen to the bottom, clear Jue Qingcheng's face is indifferent and alienated, and the eyes of Bibo Hantan are deep and endless, as if there are thicker and thicker things and sorrows precipitated inside, which cannot be dissolved or blown away, like an invisible heavy condensed in When people see it, they feel that their hearts ache, and they feel distressed for the lonely and cold woman in front of them.The slender and curled eyelashes drooped slightly, and the snow fell on the flawless white skin, which was transparent but condensed. It seemed that the coldness on her body had already surpassed the snow and ice, and was even lower.

No one saw clearly how those people came from, nor did they know where they came from, not even the slightest change in the air, dozens of indifferent people in white clothes appeared in a flash of Qingzi Fengying's turnaround, holding long The sharp blade of the sword stared at Bai Moyi who was surrounded by them with eyes without emotion and warmth.The fluttering flying hair sank quickly, and the cold face remained unchanged, except that there was an ice-bone transparent soft sword in the open hand, and there was a clear and low moan as the hand shook casually, like a breast hanging in a melting cave. The drops of water on the stone seemed to be dripping suddenly, drawing circles of halo marks in people's hearts.

She didn't need to look back, just smelling the faint icy fragrance in the air, she knew who it was. How could the people cultivated by Luoyun Villa be the same as the killers in the world, they really are unpredictable!Murderous intent burst out without even a trace of doubt, and people rushed forward, with ruthless faces, ruthless swords, and lore moves, directly attacking Bai Moyi on the edge of the high cliff.

The clear silhouette is swaying, the figure is moving, and the corners of the plum's elegant skirt are beautiful and cold. The fragrance of the snow is blowing like a plum blossom. The arrogance she showed did not allow her to wait for death, no matter who came, no matter what relationship they had with that indifferent man, only when they died could she live!
(End of this chapter)