When Tanluo heard the man say this, she felt an unspeakable feeling in her heart. She had never cared or cared about Yan Bo's past. Especially after that night, she didn't even think that this man would leave alone, return to the Valley of Death and be isolated from the world, lonely and alone until old age.

But who was the woman he was talking about? Tanluo glanced at Yan Bo, and naturally she would not think of this man she had known for a while. The person she had been trying hard to find was actually herself.

"Mo Mei, how is the prince's situation now?" Tanluo retracted his gaze and turned to the palace master of Weiyang Palace.

"You will know if you come with me."

Mo Mei, Tanluo and Wu Xian Yan Bo immediately stepped into the bedroom. On the bed, he saw the man with his eyes closed and silver threads scattered. His face was as cold as a shocking geese, comparable to Qiu Yue. Except for the naturally raised corner of his lips, he looked different from before.

"How?" Tanluo asked softly.

Yan Bo looked solemn, his fingers were put between his sleeves, and he couldn't calculate the life of the prince.

He shook his head slightly, then took out a soul-summoning lamp and placed it on the head of the bed. He tapped his fingertips, and the fire swayed for several times and appeared to have a dark blue color.

"His soul is still wandering in the world and is saved."

When Tanluo heard this, he was happy and swept away the haze. Only Yan Bo knew that when he said this, the dull pain in his heart came more fiercely than ever before.

People are all greedy, and since they get it, how can they be willing to let go?

"When will you use the soul-guiding technique?" Tanluo did not notice the other party's inappropriateness, and was full of hope that the prince would wake up as soon as possible.

"Don't go in the house to interfere within an hour," he replied.

"Okay!" Tanluo quickly grabbed Mo Mei and left the house, and closed the door.

When the footsteps were gone, Yan Bo took off the cover, and the sadness that could not be dissolved in the cold eyes of the clear water. He stood still for a long time, and when he raised his eyes again, he returned to his original indifference.

What can he complain about? Now it is just fulfilling his long-cherished wish.

I only regret that the dream is too late, the flowers are too fragrant, and the light flows at the end of the world. I only complain that the moon is too cold and the stars are too thin, and that love is long in this life. I only deserve the road is too far, the road is too wide, and I can't see through the snow at dusk.

He searched too hard and loved humbly. In the next life, he would not want to meet each other again.

Yan Bo approached before the collapse, and his fingertips overflowed with light...

An hour later, Tanluo and Mo Mei returned to the house. The man on the bed had a bloody face, but the opposite was Yan Bo's aura and the color under the curtain hat was pale.

Tan Luo had curved eyebrows and eyes, and she watched the prince regain her vitality with a clever smile, her eyes as if she was full of stars in the sky.

"When will Jing Yao wake up?" she asked casually.

"You will see him again when the wick of the soul-summoning lamp burns out."

"Thanks to your rescue this time, why not stay here in the future and don't go back to Death Valley."

Mo Mei couldn't help but snorted coldly: "Woman, you are really gone, you bring everyone to me!"

"Mo Mei, in fact, in addition to Wuxian, there is also an eight-year-old child. But don't worry, they both eat very little and can't eat much food for you."

Yan Bo raised his hand to stop him and said meaninglessly: "No need, I don't rush back when I leave the valley this time. I want to travel around the world. As for Xiaogu, I have to ask the girl to take care of it."

"Are you leaving?" Tanluo was surprised. He thought that she would stay at least a few more days, "When?"

There was a hint of trembling in her voice that she could not even notice, but why did she have the reason to leave the other person?

"It's still early now, Miss Tanluo, take care of yourself." He said softly and walked out of the house slowly.

Yan Bo left like this.

The sun was sunny and the man wore a simple and white shirt, walked through the Jiuqu corridor, stepped onto the crescent arch bridge, and never looked back at the girl who was three steps away.

It was not until the carriage gradually faded away that Tanluo remembered that she forgot to say goodbye.

Looking at the autumn scenery in the garden, the time I traveled through mountains and rivers for thousands of miles to seek medical treatment was as long as a small dream.

"Mo Mei, do you think the world is so big, how big is it to meet?" She looked back and smiled slightly, with a little indescribable melancholy.

Mo Mei stood behind her, her eyes dark and her expression was unsightly: "If you want to find someone, I will help you."

"No need." She shook her head, "I owe you too much. When the prince wakes up, he will go back to Weiyang Palace with you."

Hearing her promise, Mo Mei frowned. He thought for so long and hesitated for so long. If he sent the woman back to Weiyang Palace, with the thoughts and means of the Lord, even if he would not suffer all the torture, he would spend his whole life in the dark underground.

The Bianzhuang in this suburb is full of demonic confidants. If he didn't tell him, the master would never have found Tan Luo hidden here. Under the sleeves, the man clenched his fists. Could it be that he really wanted to do this...

"Woman, wait for me to come back." After Mo Mei said this, she suddenly turned around and left.

Tanluo was unclear, and he secretly wondered why people nowadays left without warning.

In the village, Xiaogu didn't know that his immortal master had left and was pestering Mo Qianran to play. Tanluo was very surprised by this. He didn't expect that the cold and frosty female killer would be able to tease the child. Mo Qianxuan followed Mo Mei and left. He heard that he went to Weiyang Palace to report his life.

The more she wondered what kind of man the master mentioned in Mo Mei was, it was so scary that even the ghost-faced man could be.

As the days passed day by day, as the wick of the soul-summoning lamp burned into ashes, Jing Yao gradually showed signs of recovery. She could even feel the ups and downs of breathing up and downs.

These days, the autumn weather was clear and the temperature was suitable. Tanluo took a peach wood comb to take care of Jingyao's silver. Suddenly, she heard the sound of knocking at the door. She held the comb's hand in the air and stood up to open the door, but saw a strange man standing outside, full of dust.

"Who are you?"

The middle-aged man held a pitch-black wooden box in his hand, looking quite heavy.

"I am the elder of the Witch Clan. The Witch Fairy has something to me to hand it over to Xiao Gu. Where is that baby?"

Tanluo looked at the sky. Now after noon, Xiaogu would take a nap every day. She took the wooden box, curled her lips and smiled, "I don't know what's in it. When Xiaogu wakes up, I will hand it over to him."

The middle-aged man waved his hand indifferently and said, "It's nothing, it's just a relic of the witch fairy, all of which are medical books and ancient books."

"What did you say?" she was shocked.

"Oh, before he died, he said that he would hand over these things to Xiaogu. If anyone asked, he would just say that he had gone to Yunyou." The man murmured casually, "The Witch Fairy is really amazing. How many people in this world care about his life or death, so what can I hide?"

"He..." Tanluo asked with a trembling voice, "How did he get there?"

The man didn't know what the girl meant, so he said that the Witch Fairy left the valley and returned to the hometown of the witch clan when he came back. The man saw that he looked haggard and thinner, and his green eyes lost his former glory. He held his daughter Hong in the altar and stared at the sky all day long.

Until not long ago, Wu Xian suddenly squatted under the crabapple tree, buried the daughter Hongshen in the soil, and whispered softly: "I'm afraid there is no chance to get drunk with this wine."

The tribe members all said that the witch fairy was alone in the empty valley for hundreds of years, and probably because she was crazy. No one knew how he had been doing over the years, nor did he know who he left the valley for this time. He only said that he could not withstand his fate. Although Tiansha Guxing, although he had a long life of three hundred years, there were a few willing to be lonely to the end.

That day, the sky was as blue as it was, the clouds rolled and the top of Kunlun Ruins was cold as usual. The Wuxian was still in the simple clothes, and two lines of dried blood were flowing down the corners of his eyes.

He looked down at the mountain with mist mist, but his empty eyes were dark and he could no longer see any light or any color. The colorful prayer flags fluttered in the wind, the valley was quiet, and there was an echo of entering the water left in the empty space.

Under the broken ice, a thin figure sank into the clear water pool, wrapped by the biting cold, gradually disappearing under the ice layer, without any sound.

When the middle-aged man left, Tanluo was still immersed in the description, and his eyes were flashing with silence.

The witch immortals eventually chose ice burial to end their life, but she didn't know that Yan Bo's long-cherished wish was over. In order to save the prince, he used his only fifty years to exchange for Jing Yao's resurrection.

How can a person be resurrected when he dies? After all, he is just a mortal.

"Do you know, I miss you very much..." The soft voice of the night witch fairy echoed in his ears. He was lonely all his life, searching for all his life, and life and death were also cold.

Tanluo squatted down slowly, and dozens of yellowed and rolled books were placed in the dark wooden box, with bamboo fragrance. She carefully sorted them out one by one, as if she saw Yan Bo sitting at the table and studying silently, her white and slender fingers flirting with her pages. When she saw the girl, she looked up and looked at her warm eyes and smiled.

"Girl-" He opened his lips and called softly, his eyes filled with longing that she couldn't understand.

When she packed the last piece, Tanluo saw a piece of oil paper lying at the bottom of the box and tied it with a rope. It was obviously a thing of love. She untied the tether and saw the object protected by a silk squid inside, holding it in her palm and rubbed it.

It was a Buddha's eye bead with black and white, obviously it was often held in the hands and played with, smooth and shiny.

"Yan Bo..." she muttered softly, tears falling silently.

Everyone in other villages didn't know where the girl suddenly went. They only heard that a woman who had been to a wine shop at the street restaurant was looking for wine and was in a haggard body. She chose a few good daughters, Honghou, and quietly left.

The moon is bright and the stars are sparse, and the autumn dew is like pearls. An ancient tree in the suburbs of Chang'an leans against the shadow of Taoist people, with drunken eyes.

Among the weeds is a broken wine jar, the fragrance of wine is everywhere, her belly is full of spicy food, and her daughter is red and sour and bitter.

Gains and losses were a difference in thought. Tanluo knew very well that Yan Bo's death must have arisen because of her. How could she bear to let this man with deep affection and friendship be buried in the cold cold pond?

The light footsteps came from a short distance, and the man was wearing a bright yellow dress. His deep eyes were filled with three points of sorrow and seven points of tenderness. He sighed: "What are you doing to yourself like this? Come back to the palace with me..."
Chapter completed!