Chapter 392 Leave indifferently

Joyful sea of clouds, a flying rainbow, the sword is ethereal, flying outside the sky, and the white clothes are gradually disappearing.

Staring at the gradually disappearing figure of Ximen Yuehen, Ye Qingyan stood with his hands behind his back, his silver hair fell from his shoulders, and the breeze raised his blue shirt suddenly danced, and his eyes were far away.

After a long time, Ye Qingyan still remembers today, remembers the ups and downs, the thrill of life, remembers the peerless woman who cut nine days with one sword, remembers many people...

"Thank you!"

Ye Qingyan turned around and stared at Zixi and Xuan Yuge. His eyes were burning. After a long time, he whispered.

"How is your injury?"

Zixi shook her head. She didn't need Ye Qingyan to thank her politely, which would make her feel estranged and distance. She quickly walked to Ye Qingyan's side and stretched out her wrinkled clothes for him. Her movements were gentle and soft, which made Ye Qingyan feel warm.

"It's okay!" The moonlight when Ximen's moonlight returned has healed all his injuries. Now he is as intact as before and his injuries have healed.

"Thank you to the predecessor of Zihen for me. Ye Qingyan's kindness of saving my life today is unforgettable!"

Ye Qingyan's eyes swept through the four directions. After Tuoba Hao's soul was split by a sword, he disappeared. Ye Qingyan didn't even have a chance to thank him in person.

Zixi nodded, and a trace of worry flashed in her eyes. Purple marks shook the emperor hard, and she was seriously injured. She is also extremely worried now.

Ye Qingyan turned to Xuan Yuge, his eyes were slightly condensed, and his expression was complicated. Finally, he took a deep breath and said, "Thank you!"

The waves and light flow in Xuanyu's eyes, and complex emotions are intertwined. It seems that there are thousands of words around my heart, but I don't know where to start.

Her red lips under the veil opened slightly, and finally fell silent.

Zixi stared at the two people with a little awkward atmosphere, with strange eyes.

Ye Qingyan took Mo Xian's little hand and walked to Zixi and said, "Master, please take care of this child for me!"

Ye Qingyan walked around the world, and his enemies were everywhere. It was quite inconvenient and even threatened Mo Xianrou's safety. Therefore, he chose to give her to Zixi to take care of her. Zixi is the eldest princess of Tianyang. Her status is noble and he will certainly not treat Mo Xianrou badly.

Zixi nodded. She knew Ye Qingyan's idea that Mo Xianrou was indeed not suitable to stay with Ye Qingyan.

"Big brother, don't you want me?" Mo's delicate little body trembled slightly, and his little hand grabbed the corner of Ye Qingyan's clothes and was about to cry.

Ye Qingyan squatted down, pinched Mo's delicate face, smiled and said, "Big brother has many enemies. They all want to kill me and leave you by your side, which will hurt you!" He pointed to Zixi and said, "This is Zixi, the master of the eldest brother. You will follow her in the future. She will take good care of you and treat her like to the eldest brother, okay?"

Zixi looked at Ye Qingyan's gentle tone to coax the little girl and couldn't help laughing. No matter how ruthless he was to the enemy, the tenderness in his bones never changed.

Ye Linglong and Mu Nishang's eyes are soft. This is the familiar Ye Qingyan, the second prince of the Tianshui Empire, not the decisive and almost cold-blooded silver-haired killing god Ye Xiaoyao.

A trace of trance flashed in Xuan Yuge's beautiful eyes. The experience and time may have changed him. Maybe not, he is still him, just much more mature...

"Well, okay, big brother, I will stay with Sister Zixi in the future!"

Mo Xianrou was slightly silent for a moment, and then his little hand wiped his eyes and stared at Ye Qingyan's eyes. His little face was full of seriousness. "Xianyou will practice hard, become stronger in the future, and kill all those who are enemies of the eldest brother!"

Everyone present was shocked, and a five-year-old child exuded a thrilling murderous intention, which was really shocking.

The ink coat is stained with blood, and Shura is beautiful!

Because today, because of this sentence, ten years later, a girl in ink, holding the blade of Shura, killed the endless earth blood into a river.

Shura is ruthless, bloodthirsty killing, and the blood-stained rivers and mountains are picturesque. The girl in ink stepped on the bones like mountains and the blood water, sweeping the universe and killing the heavens.

Ye Qingyan was stunned, then laughed and said, "Okay, big brother, wait for that day!"

Ye Qingyan's heart moved slightly, and his right hand shook. Suddenly, there was a seven-color shining flower in his hand. The flowers were divided into seven petals, seven colors, delicate, and the glow reflected in his eyes.

"Colorful ceiling!" Someone exclaimed.

Everyone was moved. At the beginning, the legendary divine flower could open up wisdom and use infinitely. Unexpectedly, Ye Qingyan actually had it, and a trace of envy flashed in everyone's eyes.

"This flower, for you!" Ye Qingyan gave the colorful smallpox to Mo Xianrou. This flower was obtained by him in the wilderness and was extremely precious. Now it is regarded as a farewell gift for Mo Xianrou.

The ink is soft, and the eyes are full of joy.

"According to my identity, I should have called you nice!"

Ye Qingyan turned to Ye, who looked extremely frivolous, and said lightly, "But the situation is better than people. Now you and I are enemies. Put aside everything else. I hope you remember what I just said to you, and so is Ye Jiuxiao!"

Then he ignored Ye's frivolous reaction. Ye Qingyan turned to the sad Mu Weimian and stared at her for a long time. A trace of sadness flashed in his eyes. He slowly raised his head and closed his eyes for a long time. When he opened it again, his eyes were full of determination and said gently, "I wish you happiness!"

Then turned around indifferently.

Mu Weimian's body trembled violently, and tears slipped down from the corners of her eyes. Thinking of the beauty of her youth, her heart was extremely gloomy and muttered, "Are you happy..."

Mu Nishang stared at Ye Qingyan's back, and his eyes were sad and complicated.

She still remembers seeing Ye Qingyan for the first time.

Under the peach tree, a young man in white stands in the sun with a dazzling smile.

Her little heart was filled in an instant. Somehow, from then on, her heart was full of the shadow of the teenager.

Although he is young, he is outstanding.

That year, her father took her and Jiumei to the Forbidden City for marriage. She thought it was herself and was not happy. She was independent since she was a child. Wouldn't she let others arrange her life?

But at the moment she saw the young man in white, she was so excited that she couldn't control herself.

Is there a marriage contract with him?

Her little heart is full of excitement and joy.

Maybe the bitter fruit planted by 500 years of reincarnation, after the brewing of time, finally blossomed and bear fruit at the moment of meeting.

It's just that the result made her sad.

His father, the majestic man, chose her sister, Mu Weimian.

It's not her, Mu Nishang!

So, she buried everything in her heart and sincerely wanted him to be happy.

After several ups and downs, until today, she never thought that Mu Weimian would choose like this, staring at Ye Qingyan's indifferent figure, and her eyes were slightly moist.

Ye Qingyan turned his back to the crowd and left indifferently. His body was free and easy, but it was difficult to hide his fall.

It's sad.

Since then, Ye Qingyan disappeared in the Muhuang City and never set foot here in his life.

Everything rises with the wind and goes with the wind...