Ling Yuan looked at the familiar words on the ink painting, clenched his fingers, his eyes tingled, and his eyes were confused.

Yun Qingyun! She is a liar!

She said she would come to Yuancheng again, and said she would fight with her again on the hundred-foot swordsmanship platform!

Isn’t she the little goddess Yun who amazed the Jiuxiao Divine Realm? How could she be so unbearable to her promise?

Ling Yuan's eyes were scarlet and tears could not stop overflowing from her eyes.

She will always remember that day.

At the critical moment of her cultivation, the news that Ling Aoyan's people were trapped in the top of the snowy realm reached her ears. She forced herself to end the impact on her cultivation level, and even suffered a strong backlash. However, she had no time to hesitate and went straight to Bingying Mountain, the top of the snowy realm.

However, Ling Aoyan ambushed and intercepted her on the way. She suffered a backlash and her cultivation was greatly reduced. Even if she could escape this assassination, she suffered heavy damage and delayed her time.

When she arrived at the top of the snowy land, the ice and snow melted between the vast world, and all she left was a scorched earth.

She met Gu Hongying, the young master of Piaomiao Palace. He knelt in the scorched earth and cried loudly. At that moment, she also started crying like an avalanche.

At that moment, she, who was already the lord of Yuancheng, felt the loneliness for the first time, and the loneliness alone in the world.

Yun Mochen originally wanted to pull back the portrait of his sister, but at this time, two hot and hot tears fell on the back of his hand. Yun Mochen was stunned for a moment, looked up at Ling Yuan, but found that her eyes were red and blood-filled.

Yun Mochen never expected that Ling Yuan, the lord of the city of the city of the proud city, would suddenly cry, and he was at a loss for a moment.

Ling Yuan stared at the two words on the scroll, and her eyes fell on the girl's face on the scroll, looking inch by inch, as if she was looking for something. However, the result disappointed her.

This "Yun Huang" is not the Yun Huang she knew at the beginning. She is just Yun Huang, not Yun Qing Huang.

A faint ridicule appeared in Ling Yuan's eyes. What were she thinking? When did those people in Xingchen Pavilion calculate it correctly? They said that the unpredictable star is the star of disaster, but she had never seen Yun Qingyu cause disaster. They said that the nine stars are reappearing, and Yun Qingyu may not have died...

But at the beginning, at the top of the Snowland, the gods of the Nine Sky watched Yun Qingyan kill by Wanjun Tianlei with their own eyes.

Ling Yuan's eyes were stained with a hint of loss.

Yun Mochen looked at Ling Yuan indifferently, and after a long time, he spoke and said warmly: "Is the Lord of Yuan thinking of his old friend?"

His voice was already gentle. Perhaps because of the sadness of the girl, he couldn't help but let it go a little softer, less indifferent and alienated. His voice was extremely nice, gentle as jade, clear and clear, making people listen to it like spring breeze.

The mania in Ling Yuan's scarlet eyes gradually subsided.

She glared at Yun Mochen: "This city lord is just a blindfolded by wind and sand. Who else can make this city lord cry in the world?"

Yun Mochen could naturally see Ling Yuan lying, but he didn't expose it directly. He smiled in his eyes and said warmly: "Is the old friend of Yuan City Lord Yun's surname? "

"I'm wrong. The one named Yun is not an old friend. She owed the city lord and didn't pay it back, and offended the city lord badly." Ling Yuan sneered in tears.

Yun Mochen's eyes were dark and he seemed to be smiling: "It seems that Lord Yuan cared about that person very much?"

Ling Yuan sneered: "Who cares about her?"
Chapter completed!