Chapter 139 Goodbye Ziyun

Ming Fantian swept away the coldness and domineering in the past and asked timidly.

"I have to go, Brahma!" Yue Mengxin looked at his concern and felt a little unbearable. He still said something, and the sadness at the bottom of his eyes loomed.

"If you are worried about Ziyun, I will go with you to save him, and then you can go back to the demon world and be my queen?"

"I'm sorry, Brahma!" Yue Mengxin refused with a hard heart. She couldn't get into the purple cloud that was gentle and considerate to him and always protected her with her life.

Ming Fantian's hands pressed fiercely across her weak shoulders, and her clear eyes gradually became cold: "Do you have to leave? I won't agree!"

Yue Mengxin did not break away from Brahma's hands clasping his shoulders.

"Brahma, you and I are not children. I have something to do. Can you let go?" Yue Mengxin looked at him gently.

"If I let go like this, I can't never see you!" Ming Fantian's eyes were full of pain. He was too concerned about her existence, and he hoped that she could stay and be his demon queen, but there was a panic in his heart. He felt that she never belonged to anyone, including Ye Lihuan.

The woman in front of him is gradually moving away from him, as if he is getting farther and farther away. No matter how hard he tries, he can't catch her.

Yue Mengxin admitted in her heart that she once liked and cared about Ming Fantian, but she would never stay.

Thinking that Yue Mengxin abandoned herself because of another man, Brahma was unwilling.

He couldn't stand Yue Mengxin's behavior. In this way, she left herself and took away her deep attachment to him. Is she going to let herself live in the walking corpse?

Yue Mengxin gently broke away his hands and smiled indifferently, "What's the pain of Brahma? Where is the grass in the world? Why do you fall in love with a flower?"

"But you know that you are the only one in my heart, and I can't let go of any other woman. Why did you leave so cruelly?" Ming Fantian is a little angry with the woman in front of him. Doesn't she believe his true feelings for her?

The gentleness and helplessness in Mingfantian's eyes deeply pierced the heart of the moon dream.

"Brahma, let me go and come back to me when you finish dealing with the affairs of the demon world, okay?" Yue Mengxin looked softly at the gorgeous man in front of her.

"No, I won't let you leave me!" Ming Fantian took her in his arms and hugged her tightly, worried that his beloved would disappear in front of him in an instant.

A warm breath hit Yue Mengxin, and she was hugged a little suffocated.

"Brahma, don't be so capricious, okay?" Yue Meng's heart was faint, but there was a few hints of sadness.

The word wayward made Ming Fantian's heart suddenly sink to the bottom of the valley. He felt the pain in his chest spread, but at the moment of his mind, he made a bold decision. He would not let her leave him and would rather let her hate him!

Looking at the beautiful woman with a peach blossom in his arms, how can he bear to let her leave him? If he leaves, I'm afraid there will be no day to see her again.

Thinking here, Ming Fantian's clear eyes became more gloomy. He gently pinched the mana with his hand around Yue Mengxin, and a fast binding demon rope directly and gorgeously tied to Yue Mengxin in an instant.

Ming Fantian's hands around Yue Mengxin suddenly loosened, his eyes deepened, and his body stepped back two steps. Shang looked at her with a crazy look in his eyes, and his words were still gentle and deep: "Mengxin, I'm sorry, I know that you won't leave me!"

At this time, the moon dream heart was bound like spider silk, like silkworm chrysalis.

Yue Mengxin suddenly raised her eyebrows and her red lips tightened: "Ming Fantian, what are you going to do?" As he spoke, he struggled with the demon ropes.

But the more you struggle, the tighter the bondage will be. Yue Mengxin had to give up struggling, and her eyes flashed with anger and a trace of helplessness: "Let go of me, or delay the treatment of Ziyun. I will always hate you and never forgive you!"

"You only have purple clouds. Am I worthless in your eyes?" Ming Fantian said domineeringly.

"Yes!" Yue Mengxin swept through Brahma's clear eyes and said decisively.

If he is so wayward and persistent, she will give up on him and never see him forever...

Ming Fantian's eyes slowly turned into darkness at this time, directly hitting a wisp of demonic spirit in the palm of his hand, and quickly sent Yue Mengxin to the harem of the Demon King's Hall.

Yue Meng's black eyes flowed with cold light, and she silently stared at the large room.

Ming Fantian also arrived in a blink of an eye, stared at the woman with an angry face, slowly turned his back, and said faintly, "This is the place where I have lived since I was a child. I have been away for 500 years. Here are my best memories of 500 years. I hope you can share that beauty with me!"

I hope your dream will not become my memory. Looking at Brahma's sad and lonely back, Yue Mengxin began to feel a little unbearable again, but when she thought of Ziyun in danger, her heart was fiercely picked up.

No! She must go. She has to save Ziyun and can't sink with Brahma like this.

Quietly listening to Ming Fantian's sad words, Yue Mengxin raised a bitter smile at the corners of her mouth. She knew that she had hurt him, but now it's different. He no longer needs her now. He has completely broken through the seal. Now he is a real strong man of magic and the great demon king who calms down the demon world.

Staring at the back of Ming Fantian, there was a trace of pain in the bottom of Yue Mengxin's heart.

The room is silent and silent.

Ming Fantian did not dare to turn around for fear that his excitement would hurt her. He couldn't hear her words for a while. Would she give up leaving, but how could she lose with her character? She is a stubborn and decisive woman. How can she stay here willingly?

Ming Fantian's heart was so confused that he turned around and strode out of the harem of the Demon King Hall.

When he turned around and went out, facing the whole room, Brahma set up a magic wall, and she would not get out of this demon barrier.

Yue Meng looked at the layout of the room with a plain look. There was still the breath of Brahma in the air. She sighed faintly in her heart and said softly, "Xiao Bai, let's go. Leave here immediately and follow me to save Ziyun!"

Xiaobai hummed in his heart and had long wanted to leave that annoying guy. This person is not good at all. He is not as gentle and tolerant as Cang Ziyun.

Xiao Bai's tiger eyes flashed the light of joy, and he couldn't help shaking his tail happily. Finally, he could leave the demon world.

Lan Nianrong in the sea said faintly, "Dream heart, I'll help you," he said and recited the spell.

He saw the scene just now. He knew that he would give some time for Brahma to think about it. It's not selfish to love someone.

Moon Dream whispers: "Okay"

She swept everything in the room again, and a stream of sadness came, lifting her jade finger and slowly pinching. In an instant, the demon rope fell to the ground.

Yue Meng's heart shook her white clothes, looked back step by step, and her eyes were full of moisture.

She suddenly shook her head and pinched her jade finger again. She walked through the magic wall calmly and came to the source of the demon world with Xiaobai, poisonous beauty and firebird.

The small hut in the wind and rain is still standing in front of her. Thinking of her and Ming Fantian's several ups and downs, she suddenly felt a little dark and liked him... But she didn't belong here, and she missed Ziyun.

Fly across the black abyss, in a white light, Yue Mengxin and her little pet finally returned to the bright butterfly dance continent.

The mood is suddenly bright, and the familiar place, the familiar inch of soil, and a drop of water make Yuemeng miss it.

She stepped on the land of the butterfly dance continent and grew a long breath. The sole of her feet should be the land of the Great Yanyu Kingdom, the Great Yanyu Kingdom under the jurisdiction of Ye Lihuan, which was once her favorite.

Yue Mengxin's heart ached inexplicably. Thinking of the scene between her and Ye Lihuan, he carried her on his back and walked in the rain. He stabbed her ruthlessly with a sword. He loved her and ruthlessly imprisoned her...

Memories came like a tide, she breathed, and then the breath of purple clouds flashed in her brain.

Yuemeng's heart quickly pinched her jade finger, and a smoke arrived at Yuehua Kingdom, and she was about to see the purple clouds she was thinking about. The gentle and beautiful purple clouds, how much she missed him, his infinite tolerance of himself and his infinite tolerance for himself, how could it be like Brahma.

In her consciousness, she smelled the unique medicinal fragrance of Cang Ziyun and immediately ran to the palace. It seemed that she had not seen him for a few days. He had become emperor. It was really amazing. She flashed a trace of joy.

However, his condition must be related to the thunderstorm. He sacrificed himself to save her.

Thinking of this, Yue Mengxin's little face was entangled again. She didn't know what Ziyun looked like now, and she was eagerly looking forward to and worried about him.

I have been thinking about the appearance of Ziyun all the way. After being inquired, now Cang Ziyun is seriously ill and angry.

She didn't need to think much about it. She pinched the secret and flashed into the palace as fast as possible.

I smelled the looming crying from afar, and her heart suddenly **. Will she be purple clouds, won't, never!

She believes in her intuition.

A flash of smoke flashed beside the purple clouds overflowing with the fragrance of medicine, "purple clouds,"

She gently called his purple cloud.

"Purple Cloud! Wake up, I'm Mengxin!"

Cang Ziyao suddenly became angry when she saw Yue Mengxin coming to her face, "What are you doing? Isn't it miserable enough for the royal brother? Do you have to drag the imperial brother's order to go to Huangquan before you will give up?"

As she spoke, Cang Ziyao waved her sword and pointed straight to the moon dream heart lying at the head of the bed.

Xiaobai turned into a huge tiger and rushed to Cang Ziyao, who was pointing at the sword. The face of Cang Ziyao suddenly turned pale and staggered back a few steps.

"You, Yue Mengxin, you are really vicious!" Cang Ziyao bit her silver teeth and was furious.

"Little white!" Yue Mengxin gave a warning to Xiaobai. At present, she doesn't want to hurt many innocent people.

"Bwitch, please get out of here quickly! Otherwise, I won't be polite to you!" Cang Ziyao's voice was fierce against the unarmed moon dream.

"I won't leave unless Ziyun recovers from a serious illness." The moon dream is determined.

"Well, joke, is there no one in my majestic Yuehua country who can cure him, but you witch can save him? If you can save him, why didn't you pick up Tian Chonglei at the beginning, but let your royal brother block it for you! Brother, everything is thanks to you today. Get out of here quickly, or I will never spare you!" After saying that, he waved his sword and moved forward again.

Xiaobai immediately turned to Cang Ziyao with a fierce green light.

"I can save her! Can you guarantee who can save him!" Yue Meng's determined eyes stared fiercely at the angry Cang Ziyao.

Yue Mengxin just wanted to speak, but now he heard the weak breath of Cang Ziyun. The wet corners of his eyes came out, but he couldn't say a word.

She cut her heart like a knife and looked at Ziyun with distress.

She was also infinitely gentle, gently raising her little hand and caressing the pale and powerless face of the purple cloud.

Lightly chanting the spell, a golden light with light appeared in her white palm, "Come to Ziyun and take this down."

After saying that, he gently pinched his jade finger and sent the golden elixir directly into the mouth of Cang Ziyun.

After a while, the purple cloud finally slowly recovered and coughed out.

"Heart, is that you? Is it true? I heard your voice." The weak language and sincere feelings made Yue Mengxin's heart hurt again. She was not by his side. How much the man in front of her wanted her, and a damp fog blurred her eyes.

"Ziyun," Yue Mengxin gently grabbed Cang Ziyun's thin hand and stroked her face, muttering:

"Heart, I came to see you!"

Cang Ziyun finally touched the beautiful face that she really longed for several days and nights.

Slowly opened the beautiful eyes that had been closed for several days and swept over the peerless empty forehead again.

"Heart," his big hand tried his best to hold her weak and boneless little hand and muttered, "Heart."

In this way, they looked at each other, and Yue Meng's heart quietly let him hold it, his face was like a peach blossom, red to the root of his neck.

When Cang Ziyao saw this scene, her heart pounded. It seemed that the witch still had a royal brother in her heart! So she put the sword into the scabbard and asked her men to leave quickly.

The Zixin Palace of Yuehua. Since Cang Ziyun ascended the throne, he has changed the name of the palace. He loves this palace. If Yue Mengxin comes back one day, he must let her live here. There are all the things that Yue Mengxin likes, and even the name is his combination with her.

Yue Mengxin rushed to Yuehua as soon as possible, found a maid in the palace, and used the dementor technique on her to get the palace where Cang Ziyun was.

"Purple cloud, purple cloud." Yue Mengxin looked at the purple cloud lying down, and her body rushed to the bed like lightning and called in a low voice.

"Heart, am I dreaming? Let me see you again!" Cang Ziyun looked at the woman in front of him, and an excited look flashed in his narrow phoenix eyes.

"Well, Ziyun, I'm back and will never leave your side again." Yue Mengxin looked at Cang Ziyun's pale face and felt great pain in her heart. She held his slightly cold hands and said.

"Heart, let me see you!" Cang Ziyun muttered weakly.

"Do you feel better?" Yue Mengxin looked at him with a worried face.

Seeing that her beloved woman was so worried about herself, Cang Ziyun sighed from the bottom of her heart, and this life was enough.

After blocking the heavy thunder for Yue Mengxin, Cang Ziyun's vitality was greatly damaged and has not recovered. In addition, the bitterness of Mengxin caused him to suffer from a serious illness later.

Night falls, and the moon is starry.

Momengxin picked up the purple cloud, let it do it on the bed, gently undressed, closed its eyes and infused the aura in the body.

In a blink of an eye, the room was filled with smoke, especially the layers of sweat oozed from the face and forehead of the purple cloud. Yue Mengxin closed her palms gently again, and then pushed forward to launch the internal force, and a light smoke slowly moved towards the back heart of the purple cloud.

I don't know how much spiritual power was consumed, until she was so tired that she fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the warbler turned to sing, and everything was full of vitality.

Yue Mengxin gently rubbed her swollen temples, opened her eyes, and saw a pair of beautiful eyes staring at herself.

As soon as she remembered, she was covered by the familiar faint fragrance of medicine.

Yue Mengxin blushed and muttered softly, "Ziyun," with her endless gentleness.

The gentle purple cloud stared at the beloved woman affectionately, and his heart was full of joy. He had a lot to say to say to her, but he couldn't say it. Everything turned into water in his eyes and melted.

"Heart, is it really you?" Cang Ziyun muttered, with a deep face, and then went to kiss Yuemeng's bright forehead, stroked her hair, carefully smelled the familiar woman, and smelled the faint fragrance between her hair.

Cang Ziyun kissed her eyelashes, her clever nose, and the lovely red lips.

Yue Mengxin just wanted to persuade Ziyun to have a good rest. She knew that the golden elixir was more powerful than the elixir and the elixir of immortality and the elixir of life, which directly opened the heart of Cang Ziyun. Even the reason why he reduced his life expectancy because of predicting the future was completely swept away by a golden elixir in Yue Mengxin.

After Yue Mengxin's transportation of physical strength overnight, Cang Ziyun became rosy overnight and recovered half of his physical strength.

Cang Ziyun kissed her infinitely gently, trying to pass on every kiss and passing on the lovesickness in her heart.

Yuemeng's beautiful face was shy and whispered, "Ziyun, you have to maintain your strength. In a few days..."

"Heart, don't talk!" The purple cloud sighed softly.

The moon dream heart was immediately melted in his arms by the infinite gentleness of the purple cloud.

I want to refuse because I am worried about his body, but that will only make Ziyun more painful. I close my eyes and feel the gentle love of Cang Ziyun.

"Ziyun, I miss you!" Yue Mengxin stared at him and muttered,

There was a surprise in Cang Ziyun's heart. He liked her to say such words to him, and he could also feel that the beloved woman in front of him was also thinking about him.

The pale bedside was slowly put down, and they fell into an infinite beautiful spring light. She took the initiative to kiss the eyes of the blue clouds, took the initiative to kiss his heartbeat, and then silently looked at him with the eyes of autumn water.

Under the hot gaze of the purple clouds, she gently untied her white clothes, which fell down, flying like a butterfly and graceful. Her white body, like a blooming Tianshan snow lotus, opened for the Iraqi people in the quiet morning, and her ink hair drooped straight down, black and white. Color, the dream heart of the moon is like a fairy who does not eat the fireworks of the world from the sky, so beautiful and elegant.

The purple cloud stared at the white moon dream.

He looked at her and muttered, "Dream, you are so beautiful!"

The cold fingertips of the purple cloud touch her beautiful and elastic skin, like satin.

The white lotus-like jade arm of Yuemeng's heart gently wrapped around the white neck of the purple cloud.

"Purple Cloud!" The warm call triggered the dryness in the body of the purple cloud.

She gently retreated from the clothes on the purple cloud, and then her pink face was as charming as the first reflected morning glow. She narrowed her eyes and stared at the man she was worried about for a long time.

The snow-white body is tightly entangled with ink, like a superb ink landscape, exquisite lines, and curved and bright curves in this pink curtain staged a once-time Wushan cloud rain.

The purple cloud gently hugged her, for fear that she would soon turn into a beautiful cloud and accidentally float away and never find a direction.

"Once the sea was difficult for water, but Wushan is not a cloud, my heart, I can't tolerate anyone else in this life except you." Cang Ziyun spoke kindly to her, like a sweet freshener, which can sweep away all her troubles and sorrows.