Chapter 470: Song of Calming the Soul (6)
"What kind of magic potion did that man called Yan give you? Why are you so stubborn and refuse to change your ways?" Mo Cangxuan said with great regret. If possible, he really wanted to beat up this stubborn brother and make him sober up.
What past life grudges? What beasts without boundaries?
These things are totally illusory. To put it bluntly, how many people would believe them? It's a joke!
But his younger brother was willing to believe it so stubbornly.
"You don't understand." Mo Wuji smiled lightly, with no intention of arguing. He just looked out the window at the young man curled up in the hall, with a bit of pity in his eyes.
But he didn't go in after all, he just whispered: "She was so proud, how could she live like this? She must not be able to bear it. If she wasn't proud, why would she rather die than be with Wujiang?"
The sound is like the wind, flowing away with the pictures of memory.
Yan stood beside Wei Ning and said with a smile: "I finally understand why you do so many things for Mu Qingtong, it turns out..."
" All her misfortunes are caused by the Crown Prince, so she should get whatever the Crown Prince gets. This is fair." After Wei Ning finished speaking, she continued to purse her lips and said, "I can probably guess what will happen next."
"Do you want to continue watching?"
Wei Ning was silent for a moment, then shook her head: "I won't watch it anymore."
"Are you scared?"
Wei Ning nodded, not escaping her own state of mind, "I'm very scared. I'm scared that I won't be able to control myself and ruin everything I have now."
She and Nightmare stood in front of countless fleeting memories, watching those quickly flashing scenes, one after another, with joy, sadness, and blood.
She watched Mo Wuji seal the boundless world and sleep in the underworld.
Seeing Mo Cangxuan's grief over the loss of his brother, he ran around everywhere, and for the sake of the Netherworld, he got the method of refining the Seven Breaking Pills from the hands of the Nightmare...
"Stop!" Wei Ning suddenly shouted, and Yan's hands stopped moving, leaving the picture frozen on a scene in his memory.
The Hades, who was born from a reshaped spirit body, had a head full of silver hair and stood solemnly in a black robe, with the roar of the Eight Desolate Divine Beasts in his hands. His face was as cold as ice, but it could not hide the paleness and powerlessness caused by the exhaustion of his spiritual power.
He was seriously injured, but at the last moment, he still used half of the God's Eye Mask to seal the Eight Desolate Divine Beast.
He stood facing the wind, no longer having the charm and beauty of the original Mo Wuji. He was cold and looked like an emotionless machine.
Mo Cangxuan was standing not far from him, looking at him with a complicated gaze, one that couldn't tell whether it was disappointment or sorrow.
He tried so hard, but still couldn't change his fate and get his brother back?
Holding the other half of the Eye of God mask, Mo Cangxuan walked out slowly. At this time, Hades was finally exhausted and could no longer hold on, and fell down. Mo Cangxuan just reached out to catch him.
"Take me to heal my wounds." Hades' tone was cold and oppressive. There was no brotherly warmth as before, only the majesty of a king.
Mo Cangxuan supported him and quickly flew in one direction.
In the whistling wind, Hades looked at the changing scenery in front of him. It was not the way back to the underworld, so he frowned and asked, "Where are you taking me?"
"Go and fulfill your last wish." Mo Cangxuan raised his head and looked at the magnificent Qinglong Empire Palace not far away.
"My wish?" Hades snorted coldly, "What are you doing?"
"Wuji, I will definitely let you see her."
