With her fingers tightened, Ling Mulao kept shaking her head, no, she had to go back, Nangong Yi was still in the tropical rain forest, and she had to protect him.

Return to the organization, then request to go back, and try every means to go back.

Thinking of this, Ling Mulao ran in the other direction, running wildly, but after running for a long time, she found that she was still standing in the same place.

"Mu Rao, why do you want to go back? Isn't it nice to be here?"

Behind him, a sad voice sounded slowly, like the autumn wind blowing behind him.

Ling Mulao suddenly turned around, with such a gentle face, he was still the same Mo Han from 6 years ago, as outstanding and as handsome as an immortal.

"Let me go back, Mo Han, I will come back with the spirit stone, believe me!"

With her fingers tightened, she promised one after another. She was so unwilling to leave at first, but now she is so unwilling to come back.

"Lie, Mu Rao, you never lie!"

Her eyes, as gentle as the sea, were flashing with uncontrollable pain. There was still a slight smile on Mo Han's lips, but it was so dazzling.

Ling Mulao: "..."

Biting her red lips, she did not argue. She had followed him since she was 12 years old and loved him deeply. How could she possibly deceive him about what she was thinking.

"sorry......"

Before she even apologized, she stumbled and a pair of long arms hugged her tightly.

In the warm embrace, Ling Mulao pressed against Mo Han's heart, "Bang~Bang~", a heartbeat. This was the first time she heard his heartbeat.

"Mu Rao, don't leave. This time I can take you to the ends of the world."

The deep voice was always condescending. Mo Han, the number one killer of the dark organization, would actually plead with her in such a tone.

It's just a pity that the beating heart at the beginning is no longer for him.

Love is love, not loving is not loving.

She, Ling Mulao, has never been a sloppy woman. She loves vigorously and simply. This is the real her.

"Sorry, it's too late!"

A simple sentence, without too much explanation, was like a sharp knife, cutting off the distance between the two people.

"It's too late..."

Repeating in a low voice, Mo Han frowned and lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him.

Amber eyes, when Ling Mulao saw him in the past, would emit bright light and be enchantingly beautiful, but at this moment, they were only cold, as cold as bone marrow.

"Haha~" Mo Han smiled up to the sky, and slowly let go of Ling Mulao: "It's indeed too late, Nangong Yi is already dead, and you... don't belong to me, you should die too!"

The blue eyes suddenly froze, and the gentle sea was now turbulent, and a chill flashed through his eyes.

"What, you said Nangong Yi... died..."

There was a flash of cold light and the sound of flesh breaking was heard. Before Ling Mulao could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The hot liquid slowly soaked out, soaking the shirt attached to his body, and a sharp dagger was inserted deeply into his chest.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my feet are as light as feathers.

"Ling Muchao, you and Nangong Yi can never be together, ever~"

The gentle voice gradually turned ferocious, and the faint smile on the lips was sinister and terrifying.

Suddenly awakened, Ling Mulao sat up from the bed.

ps: Wu Teng qq: 2534360617 With her fingers tightened, Ling Mulao kept shaking her head, no, she has to go back, Nangong Yi is still in the tropical rain forest, she must protect him.

Return to the organization, then request to go back, and try every means to go back.

Thinking of this, Ling Mulao ran in the other direction, running wildly, but after running for a long time, she found that she was still standing in the same place.

"Mu Rao, why do you want to go back? Isn't it nice to be here?"

Behind him, a sad voice sounded slowly, like the autumn wind blowing behind him.

Ling Mulao suddenly turned around, with such a gentle face, he was still the same Mo Han from 6 years ago, as outstanding and as handsome as an immortal.

"Let me go back, Mo Han, I will come back with the spirit stone, believe me!"

With her fingers tightened, she promised one after another. She was so unwilling to leave at first, but now she is so unwilling to come back.

"Lie, Mu Rao, you never lie!"

Her eyes, as gentle as the sea, were flashing with uncontrollable pain. There was still a slight smile on Mo Han's lips, but it was so dazzling.

Ling Mulao: "..."

Biting her red lips, she did not argue. She had followed him since she was 12 years old and loved him deeply. How could she possibly deceive him about what she was thinking.

"sorry......"

Before she even apologized, she stumbled and a pair of long arms hugged her tightly.

In the warm embrace, Ling Mulao pressed against Mo Han's heart, "Bang~Bang~", a heartbeat. This was the first time she heard his heartbeat.

"Mu Rao, don't leave. This time I can take you to the ends of the world."

The deep voice was always condescending. Mo Han, the number one killer of the dark organization, would actually plead with her in such a tone.

It's just a pity that the beating heart at the beginning is no longer for him.

Love is love, not loving is not loving.

She, Ling Mulao, has never been a sloppy woman. She loves vigorously and simply. This is the real her.

"Sorry, it's too late!"

A simple sentence, without too much explanation, was like a sharp knife, cutting off the distance between the two people.

"It's too late..."

Repeating in a low voice, Mo Han frowned and lowered his head to look at the woman in front of him.

Amber eyes, when Ling Mulao saw him in the past, would emit bright light and be enchantingly beautiful, but at this moment, they were only cold, as cold as bone marrow.

"Haha~" Mo Han smiled up to the sky, and slowly let go of Ling Mulao: "It's indeed too late, Nangong Yi is already dead, and you... don't belong to me, you should die too!"

The blue eyes suddenly froze, and the gentle sea was now turbulent, and a chill flashed through his eyes.

"What, you said Nangong Yi... died..."

There was a flash of cold light and the sound of flesh breaking was heard. Before Ling Mulao could finish his words, he felt a sharp pain in his chest.

The hot liquid slowly soaked out, soaking the shirt attached to his body, and a sharp dagger was inserted deeply into his chest.

My eyelids are getting heavier and heavier, and my feet are as light as feathers.

"Ling Muchao, you and Nangong Yi can never be together, ever~"

The gentle voice gradually turned ferocious, and the faint smile on the lips was sinister and terrifying.

Suddenly awakened, Ling Mulao sat up from the bed.
Chapter completed!