She also saw from afar that the girl's parents thought that the child was difficult to support, and she was a baby girl who secretly threw her into the mountains during the cold winter months to let her fend for herself.

She quietly followed, the little pitiful baby was really like a cat, even the crying was small, the small face was frozen to purple, the crying became weaker and weaker, and almost froze to death in this snowy winter . It was Minrou who secretly wrapped her in a cotton coat before she finally reached Mo Feng's arrival.

She sometimes wonders why Qinyue, as a fairy, has a relationship with Mo-hsuan. Their status is very different, and they are different from each other.

But now that this is the end, I wonder if Qin Yue is too infatuated, or that Mo Quan knows that Qin Yue will be harmed, and he still does what he wants.

**** This kind of thing, she has always been impenetrable, if she is able to understand, where can she still struggle in this red dust world for more than two hundred years.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but smile bitterly, is this a causal cycle? Perhaps Qin Yue was supposed to die that day, it was her self-assertion that made her survive. So, in the New Year eighteen years later, Qin Yue was drowned alive in front of her eyes.

Born in the cold winter, died in the twelfth lunar month.

Min Rou pushed Qin Yue's already cold and stiff body to the shore, and climbed up to sit down, letting her head rest on her lap, staring at her stunned by the cold blue face of cold water.

She was kind by nature, and even if she became a ghost, she never liked killing and dying.

She prefers a lively, popular sun. Occasionally, when she was in a good mood, she took her palace lantern, which she never left, and walked across the street from the street of Luoyang. It's a pity that there are always squalid people who can see her, and they still need a Taoist to catch her.

In fact, she didn't intend to harm human beings, but people always couldn't tolerate aliens.

She was silent for a long time, and her mind was full of thoughts, and eventually turned into a Buddha number: "Amitabha ..." Minrou folded her hands together, her closed brows were solemn and dignified.

It is strange to say that she has been a ghost for more than two hundred years, and the obsession in her heart has become her magic barrier, but she has no magic energy at all. Brought some light.

These are just Min Rou's not knowing it. She only vaguely felt that in the future, those warlock warlocks who had real conducts would no longer be sharp when they saw her, and sometimes they would say a few words to her.

At this time, her body was torn apart by a strong force, and the strong magic energy burned the touched part, and she did not need to open her eyes to know who was coming.

"What's wrong with her ?!"

The man's teeth were scarlet and his eyes were scarlet. He hugged the unresponsive Qin Yue in his arms, and his palms were swollen with blue muscles, enough to see how hard he was. He glared at him, full of distrust in his eyes.

Minrou's eyes were pierced by his eyes, and she hurriedly avoided her eyes, but her heart seemed to be pulled by countless strangers, empty, and the cold wind blowing from the inside, from head to foot.

She didn't get up, she just sat so lightly that she didn't have any weight. For a while, she slowly raised her eyes and looked up at the man who loved to become a demon. The pale lips were trembling slightly, "Mo Feng, what do you think I did?"

Mo Feng stared at her eyes coldly, without answering, just asking word by word, "She's dead! Why don't you save her?"