"I kneel..."

As Mo Jiu's humble voice sounded, he loosened his grip on Xiao Muxue's trouser legs little by little, as if he was letting go of his last thought and hope.

Xiao Muxue looked at his eyes that had become hollow and lifeless. There was no trace of heartache or pity in her heart, only more and more surging anger.

Feng Jiuyou?

Is this the woman from that night?

At the last moment, all you expected was her to save you.

But did she show up?

No, she will not appear at all, nor will she respond to you.

In her eyes, what do you mean?

And if you don't cheat and betray me, I will be the one who comes to save you when you need it most...

Xiao Muxue's face was so gloomy that it seemed like it was about to drip black water. She wanted to see the regret and remorse in Mo Jiu's eyes, but his current expression was even more despairing and gloomy.

Sacrifice, pain, expectation, forbearance...all his emotions seemed like a huge joke at this moment.

What did you get in exchange?

It was a sudden disaster.

And the person who caused all this is the person for whom he gave everything.

Mo Jiu put his hands on the ground and wanted to change his posture, but he couldn't even do such a simple movement. His arms trembled violently until they turned into twitching spasms, and he still couldn't support his entire body.

He had no choice but to try to move his legs, but he could only move slightly.

But this is enough.

The long sword had already fallen to the ground when Xiao Muxue grabbed his neck, and was pinned down by Mo Jiu.

He moved like this little by little, his knees brushed against the edge of the sword, and his bright red clothes that fell to the ground were cut and stained with dust. His knees were also scratched, leaving shocking blood marks, the most serious one.

The bones are already visible.

But he didn't seem to feel any pain, his face was still ashen and his whole body was numb.

Until a certain moment, Mo Jiu lowered his head and noticed not his own injuries, but the slashed red clothes.

dad......

He broke the only thing his father gave him...

Mo Jiu could still vaguely recall what his father said when he handed this dress to him when he was young: "Jiujiu, daddy gave this dress to you. If you have someone you like in the future, you can wear this dress."

Show her some clothes."

"Dad, what is the person you like?" The pink-faced little boy blinked his big eyes and asked.

The boy was still young, so the man could only explain to him implicitly. After thinking for a while, he said, "That's the person Jiujiu wants to see every day."

Hearing this, the little boy suddenly burst into laughter and shouted: "Dad, daddy, then I have to wear this dress now!"

"why?"

"Because what Jiujiu wants to see every day is her father!"

The man was startled for a moment, and then he smiled, with a gentle smile and picturesque eyebrows.

"What about mom?"

"Mom also likes it the most!"

"..."

The picture gradually blurred, and Mo Jiu looked down at the dress. Tears suddenly dripped down and fell on it, soaking the red dress and staining it with blood.

The boy who was stubborn to the core shed tears uncontrollably.

Dad, if I never have anyone I like in my life, will you be able to survive...

Seeing Mo Jiu crying almost made most of the women present tremble.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, blood spilled from between his lips and teeth, and struggled to squeeze out a few words: "Mo Jiu... don't kneel..."

She knew what it meant to kneel down to such an arrogant young man.

It was equivalent to breaking all the bones in his body, and then piece by piece he reassembled a Lin Mojiu named 'submission, surrender'.

But then, he would no longer be the young boy he used to be.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu looked at Lin Yu. His legs had already adjusted their posture and he was kneeling in front of Xiao Muxue.

He didn't say anything to Lin Yu, one look seemed to contain a thousand words.

He only has an aunt...

Mo Jiu withdrew her gaze and slowly raised her head to look up at Xiao Muxue.

There was An Xianer standing next to her, and his kneeling was equivalent to kneeling to her.

But, it doesn't matter anymore.

He looked at the woman for whom he had sacrificed everything, and his heart was not touched at all, only deep regret remained.

If he hadn't fallen in love with her, he wouldn't have let Feng Jiuyou rescue her. Would she have died in a certain forest, and the current disaster of annihilation would have been avoided?

It's all his fault.

Mo Jiu murmured weakly: "If I could do it over again, I wouldn't like you anymore...".

"What did you say?" Xiao Muxue heard his murmur, and her eyes flashed with coldness.

Until now, is he still pretending that he liked her?

Just when Xiao Muxue was angry, Mo Jiu exhausted all the remaining strength in her body, straightened her upper body little by little, and then...

Boom!

He bent his straight back, lowered his head completely, and hit his forehead heavily on the ground, making a dull sound.

This bend took away the young man's remaining dignity.

This knock knocked away all the young man's arrogance.

The arrogant character developed over twenty years became shattered in an instant.

Mo Jiu cried numbly, and her tears fell to the ground in big drops. Her voice was hoarse and broken: "Please let my aunt go, and let the Tianlan Sect go..."

It turned out that his kneeling and kowtow was not just for Lin Yu, but also for the entire Tianlan Sect.

Before it reached the main hall, the five elders and all the disciples were stunned.

Such a large sect actually had to rely on a young man to give up all his dignity to protect them, but they just watched helplessly and did nothing.

"Let me go! Let me kill her!" Luo Ningyun had been struggling, and at this moment, she suddenly burst out with huge power. Even the elders could hardly suppress her. Only after she regained consciousness did she restrain her again.

"Don't let your brother's sacrifice be in vain," the elder said, his eyes turning red.

Do you want to prevent Mo Jiu's sacrifice from being in vain, or not to anger Xiao Muxue and the others, and hope that his begging will succeed?

Luo Ningyun roared silently in her heart, and her face, which used to be cold and aloof, was already full of tears.

For the first time, she hated her own incompetence so much that she couldn't even protect her younger brother...

On the platform, Xiao Muxue looked at Mo Jiu, who was bowing her head in front of her, with a look of astonishment on her face. Her blood seemed to freeze, and a buzzing suddenly sounded in her mind.

It was as if she had done something wrong and couldn't bear his kneeling.

"I......"

Just as Xiao Muxue was about to say something, An Xianer shook her arm violently: "Have you forgotten how they hurt your brother?"

As soon as these words came out, Xiao Muxue suddenly woke up, and her eyes became as cold as frost again.

She cannot be soft-hearted.

If she relents, then who will avenge Xiaochi who is still unconscious?

An Xian'er looked at Xiao Muxue who had become indifferent again, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

For some reason, his sixth sense gave him the feeling that the relationship between the man in front of him and Xiao Muxue was not that simple.

Especially after noticing Mo Jiu's expression, he became even more convinced of this.

Men are always particularly sensitive in these aspects.

He didn't want to have another love rival, so he didn't want to see Xiao Muxue show mercy to Mo Jiu.

In fact, he even hoped that Yechi would never wake up, so that Xiao Muxue's whole heart could only be with him.

"I can let Tianlan Sect go..." Xiao Muxue said slowly, just one sentence, which affected everyone's minds.

Hearing this, Mo Jiu also slowly raised his head from the ground, revealing a pair of red eyes. Above his head was an equally dark red forehead with some bloodshot eyes.

This shows how hard the head he kowtowed was.

Mo Jiu opened her lips and said hoarsely: "Thank you."
To be continued...