Villain: The memory is exposed, the heroine kneels and begs for my forgiveness

The white-haired old man was very nervous. Mo Ziyan didn't know why he was crying like this, and his hands were trembling.

Now why Mo Ziyan was crying was a trivial matter. He was afraid that Mo Ziyan would accidentally damage the hairpin.

The hairpin is not a high-quality spiritual treasure. It has become fragile after hundreds of years of ups and downs. Otherwise, Jiang Zhige wouldn't have to put it in the treasure pavilion to preserve it.

Snap!

Just as he was thinking this, the hairpin slipped out of Mo Ziyan's hand.

The hairpin fell to pieces. Not only was it damaged, some parts of it were shattered into powder on the spot.

The white-haired old man's pupils were dilated, and his back could not stop feeling cold.

"Hairpin, hairpin..."

Mo Ziyan cried and panicked, trembling as she tried to pick up the hairpin that had broken into pieces.

At this moment, a cold breath emerged from behind the two of them, causing the air in the Pavilion to freeze instantly.

The white-haired old man looked back stiffly and said in a trembling voice: "Pavilion, Pavilion Master..."

I saw Jiang Zhige standing behind Mo Ziyan, with a coldness spreading all over his body like a ghost. Not to mention Mo Ziyan, even the white-haired old man with Yuanhai realm's cultivation was frightened.

Mo Ziyan looked horrified, her whole body shaking like chaff, and she didn't dare to look back at Jiang Zhige's expression.

"Mo Ziyan, give me an explanation."

Jiang Zhige's voice was extremely cold, and the spiritual power all over his body was uncontrollably overflowing.

When Mo Ziyan heard this, she turned around and knelt in front of Jiang Zhige. She was crying and kowtowing vigorously, trying desperately to explain, but she was crying so much that she couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Master, Ziyan, Ziyan is..."

Bang! Jiang Zhige slapped Mo Ziyan violently, nosebleeds overflowed, and a bright red five-fingerprint appeared on the right side of his face.

Mo Ziyan didn't pay attention to the slap. She hurriedly got up and knelt down again, kowtowing her head desperately. There were streaks of blood on her forehead.

"If I see you in Tianyun Pavilion within three days, I will kill you."

Jiang Zhige's voice was cold and emotionless, and he turned around to leave while holding the pieces of powder.

He was not angry because Mo Ziyan broke the three-month spiritual hairpin, but felt that he had misjudged the person and raised a white-eyed wolf with bad conduct.

Seeing Mo Ziyan smash Nangongrou's three-month spiritual hairpin, and thinking of her previous confession, Jiang Zhige naturally believed that she did it on purpose.

Jiang Zhige also gave Mo Ziyan a chance to explain, but she looked guilty and couldn't give him a satisfactory answer at all.

Thinking that eight years of his hard work had been wasted, and that he had kept a bitch by his side for eight years, it was a mercy for Jiang Zhige not to kill Mo Ziyan on the spot.

"No, it's not..."

Hearing Jiang Zhige's indifferent words, Mo Ziyan felt dizzy and almost crawled to try to retain Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige burst out with a powerful force that sent purple smoke flying around his body, and walked out holding the powdered fragments of the March Spirit Hairpin.

"Master! Master!"

Mo Ziyan fell to the ground and could not get up, so she could only reach out to Jiang Zhige's back to hold him back.

She cried till she was hoarse, with tears pouring down her cheeks. Unfortunately, no matter how miserable she looked, she could not stop Jiang Zhige's steps for even a moment.

Since entering Tianyun Pavilion, Mo Ziyan has long regarded this place as his home, and has regarded Jiang Zhige as his only support and even the meaning of survival.

Although the practice has been very difficult, Mo Ziyan really can't imagine life without Jiang Zhige.

Because in the past eight years, Mo Ziyan only had Jiang Zhige, Jiang Zhige's face, Jiang Zhige's voice, and even Jiang Zhige's every move in his head.

Maybe there is someone else in Jiang Zhige's heart, but he is the only one in Mo Ziyan's world.

Now that Mo Ziyan is allowed to leave Jiang Zhige, it is better to let her die in Tianyun Pavilion.

Seeing that Jiang Zhige was about to disappear from sight, Mo Ziyan was filled with thoughts and fell completely into despair.

"Master...honor..."

The desolation reached the liver and spleen, the sorrow penetrated to the bones, there was no need to have so much despair, but the pain of being abandoned by Jiang Zhige made Mo Ziyan want to die.

It happened that an unknown force in the body reversed the spiritual pulse, and Mo Ziyan vomited blood on the spot, fell to the ground and passed out.

The expression of the white-haired old man changed slightly, and he knew in his heart that this was the backlash of the Heaven-Stealing Holy Body breaking through the realm. If he could not get a panacea or a powerful rescuer, Mo Ziyan would definitely die.

Not long after Mo Ziyan broke through to the Spiritual Martial Realm, the backlash from heaven would not come so quickly under normal circumstances, but now, under the combination of grief and grief, it has made the backlash even more serious.

At this moment, let alone Tianyun Pavilion, only Jiang Zhige can save Mo Ziyan within a thousand miles.

But he noticed the movement of Mo Ziyan falling to the ground, and his steps still didn't slow down at all.

............

"We have been together day and night for eight years, and the Demon Emperor is so indifferent. Is he still a human being?!"

"Yes, although Fairy Ziyan was wrong first, he... seems to have no emotions at all."

Seeing this scene, everyone in the palace couldn't bear it. Even though Nangong Rou was not far away, they no longer hesitated and cursed loudly.

Nangongrou's face turned pale and she could not refute everyone.

In fact, even she felt that Jiang Zhige had gone too far, but was she really qualified to feel that way?

No wonder Mo Ziyan is so excited, no wonder people like Mo Ziyan can't help but lose their temper.

Such humble love was met with a slap in the face, and Jiang Zhige even threatened to kill her.

Not to mention the love that was so humble that it was shattered into dust and shattered even more than the three-month Lingchai, no woman could bear the grief of being slapped and abandoned by Jiang Zhige.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."

Nangongrou had tears in her eyes, lowering her head and not daring to look at Mo Ziyan.

If the memory hadn't appeared, I'm afraid she would never have known that she had inadvertently caused so much pain.

If we were to put ourselves in his shoes, Nangong Rou would definitely collapse when Jiang Zhige sent out the three-month spiritual hairpin, but Mo Ziyan kept silent and even comforted Nangong Rou on the way.

That tolerance has already made Nangong Rou feel ashamed. Now that she is witnessing these memories again, how can Mo Ziyan still pretend to be indifferent?

Nangong Rou's self-righteous comfort will inevitably make Mo Ziyan's grief worse.

"Jiang Zhige, why do you do this to me..."

Seeing these scenes, Mo Ziyan still can't hold back even today, holding Qu Yun's shoulders and crying with tears streaming down his face.

She could only admit that she had loved Jiang Zhige, so she could not deny that she hated Jiang Zhige.

Even if Jiang Zhige had smiled at him several times, Mo Ziyan wouldn't be so hard to let go.

However, in her memory, Jiang Zhige was only cold and harsh, as if she was not the apprentice he had been with for many years.

When facing Nangong Rou, who was in love with her, Jiang Zhige also believed that there was a difference in status. However, in order to make Nangong Rou happy, he decisively abandoned that prejudice and not only showed the same affection, but even repaid Nangong Rou's love thousands of times.

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