"Qu Shuihan." Mo Ran suddenly called Qu Shuihan and pulled him out of the already distant memory. Qu Shuihan's eyes, which had always been wise, were stained with misty for the first time, as if he was still addicted to the previous memory image, unexplained and unknowable.

"Does I let go?" Mo Ran poured wine on his face, feeling the wine sticky to his skin, the cold wind mixed with yellow sand blew on it, it was extremely cold, and he actually felt a little pleasure, as if this was to live, live, not just a walking corpse, empty shell.

"Let go? Why do you want to let go?" Qu Shuihan said, looking at the yellow sand covered with yellow sand and the edge that seemed to be nowhere to be seen. He said in a cold voice, but his eyes were cold and misty, and he couldn't tell whether he was talking to himself or Mo Ran.

"I was wrong once, I wanted to let her go." Mo Ran said, and actually laughed, but the smile contained too much obsession and regret, which made people feel unhappy, but it was very cold. The laughter was harsh, like the crows that were perched on the bare branches in the middle of the night, which was ugly and cold.

"I really want to let her go. Really." Mo Ran said, and he was crying a little. The heart-wrenching and blood-crying Lord Mo Ran was now like a half-old child.

Isn't it okay for him to let her go? Isn't it okay? Is it okay for him to just keep the memory between them? Is it okay for him to live this life? Then, what does he still have? Is there something that I can miss, no, it is the only love he lingers in.

The more he listened, the deeper the frown of Qu Shuihan's eyebrows became. No, this would not be something Mo Ran could read. How did he search for the three souls and seven spirits of the West Mirror before? He could see the clearest. Why did Mo Ran become like this just now after he came out of the Yellow Spring?

Qu Shuihan's eyes suddenly condensed, and he could see Mo Ran's body, who was covered in depressed alcohol. Could it be that Mo Ran saw something from Huangquan?!

"What did you see?" Qu Shuihan stood up from the yellow sand and roared loudly at Mo Ran, like a low cry of a beast, tearing him up. He pulled Mo Ran's collar and wanted to pull him up. The most elegant person, but at this moment, he no longer had any demeanor.

"What did you see?" Mo Ran murmured, his deep purple eyes full of alcohol, and his eyes were dispersed. The energetic Lord Mo Ran is now like a pile of mud that cannot be supported on the wall.

"She is dead! Ashes destroyed! What's the matter with the three souls and seven spirits? In the end, they are all destroyed. Ashes destroyed, how painful it should be. How painful it should be. She is such a person who is afraid of pain. She will be so embarrassed when embroidering a purse, for a long time, for fear of piercing herself and breaking her skin. What am I doing?! Ah?!" Mo Ran said, roaring out, roaring like an injured tiger and leopard.

But he obviously cried.

What is he doing, what is he doing.

If it weren't for him, how could Xijing be so devastated? I thought that if I could find the three souls and seven spirits, I could return to the love I had never found before, but what kind of joke did Tiandao give him?!

Ridiculous, ridiculous!

"Huangquan Well? You beast, did you actually go to see Huangquan Well?!" Qu Shuihan muttered, and since he pulled Mo Ran's hand and put his strength, let Mo Ran slide down from his hand, falling into the yellow sand all over, disrupting the huge yellow sand and soil fog.

Huangquan Well, you can only use the mental power of the person you look at. However, if you don’t look at Huangquan Well, things will turn around. Once you look at it, no matter what, the ending will be determined. Even the gods in the divine realm cannot be changed!

Mo Ran actually went to see Huangquan Well. He thought Mo Ran had entered Huangquan and went to the Sansheng Stone to look for someone, but he didn't expect that Mo Ran had actually gone to Huangquan Well. He himself never realized that if he could stop Mo Ran, would it still turn around? Then, in the end, the so-called ending of Xijing's soul scattered is to change it.

Qu Shuihan's eyes were confused between the yellow sand and mist, and he couldn't see clearly.

The words that Mo Ran had always been in my ears were scattered.

The soul is scattered.

Why is it just a pain? The soul is torn apart, the pain is not going to be alive, and it disturbs for half a lifetime.

And it was ridiculous that Xijing had to go through it twice.

No matter whether the person is still a Western Mirror after the three souls and seven spirits gather, the Western Mirror technique is as profound as that, you can always leave some memories among the three souls and seven spirits. With memory, that is half of the Western Mirror!

"Don't you know what the Huangquan Well represents?" Qu Shuihan roared loudly, and at some point he took a cold sword with cold sword energy in his hand, and then stabbed Mo Ran at the place where he was, and Mo Ran was still lying on the yellow sand of the desert like a pile of mud, without moving his body for a moment.

Let the Sa Yan sword penetrate his flesh and blood. However, he was already a demon, and he could not feel any pain. Demon, he is now a demon.

The dark purple eyes of the dark purple were a little blood red, and they trembled with Sa Yan Jian and raised their bodies. The black hair that had been tied had fallen down at some point, dyed with yellow sand mixed with the muddy wine.

"I know. Huangquanjing, look at it. The ending cannot be changed. It cannot be changed." Mo Ran said, and actually started to laugh, covered in muddy yellow sand mixed with alcohol, and his evil and handsome eyebrows and eyes were stained with cold smiles.

"I just want to see what the ending between Xijing and I was. I was thinking, no matter what, I would be with her, no matter what the ending was! Who knows, who knows, I would rather be my soul scattered, rather I would be me!" Mo Ran said loudly, roaring. The drunkenness in his body had already made him stagger, and there was a little chaos in his speech.

He just wanted to see it, just to take a look, and to see what the ending of himself and Xijing was. He shouldn't have looked at that one, and the ending was still possible, but if he looked at Huangquanjing, everything would be a foregone conclusion.

He was so crazy that he actually went to see Huangquanjing.

"Crazy, Mo Ran, are you crazy?!" Qu Shuihan looked at Mo Ran and stood up. The sword of Sayan entered his flesh and blood more and more, rolling up a lot of blood, dripping into the yellow sand. However, it was soon buried by the wind and sand, and there was no trace of blood. There was also a large piece of blood entering the jade Xiao that was inserted obliquely around his waist. Soon the blood was swallowed by the jade Xiao and disappeared.

"Crazy? I'm already a demon, what else can't be crazy?" Mo Ran sneered and held the Sayan Sword into his hand. Blood flowed through his hands, falling into the yellow sand, and with the previous wine stains, it fell into a muddy color.

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