blood coagulation

Chapter 73

In the open space in the woods, Poanluo looked independently.She was wearing a purple gauze dress, with a lavender thin silk shawl on her shoulders, and her slender, lotus-white arms were loomingly hidden under the shawl.The piece of reassuring sunshine shone on her body, and her shoulder veil was glowing with a faint warm color, which was extraordinarily warm.She tilted her head, quietly looking at the sunny sky above her head.

She hasn't come back for a long time.She is back now.

But Poanluo, who had no satin, felt empty.

She is still the indomitable Poanluo who practiced well, but her heart is always empty.

As soon as she closed her eyes, the expected smiling face would faintly appear in front of her eyes.

She sighed, as if she had acquiesced to the loneliness in her heart, but she was still helpless.

She looked up at the sky, and the mottled shadow of the tree reminded her of the man who came with the floating leaves and stood in front of her.

That day in the hall, she had never seen such a satin.Of course, she is also very clear that that person is no longer just her scorpion, he is a person who cares about all living beings in the world, and she is just one of all living beings in the world.

Everyone is in the heart, one is the most important, one is in the heart, and everyone is the first.Such a thought is really bitter.

"Deputy suzerain," Wan Hong's voice sounded from behind, breaking the silence of the woods and interrupting Poanluo's bitter thoughts.

Po Anluo was startled, then lowered his head, smiled slightly, turned around, and said softly, "Is your injury better?"

"Deputy Sect Master Xie for your concern. Although my wounds are deep, they are skin traumas after all. It's not serious." Wan Hong stroked the area around the wound on her abdomen and smiled slightly.

"Then you stand with me for a while." Poanluo smiled gratifiedly, turned around, faced the sun, and stared at the leaves directly above.

"Deputy Sovereign..." Wan Hong hesitated to speak.

"It's okay, just say what you want." Poomluo breathed out, without any fluctuation in tone, and said mechanically.

"Junior Sister Duanxiu...won't she come back?" Wan Hong asked tentatively, she said while looking at Po Anluo cautiously.

"Her name is Shu Wenling now. When she wants to return to Duanxiu, she will naturally come back."

Wan Hong could tell that Po Anluo was a little helpless, but she couldn't let go completely in her heart.She heard the melancholy in Poanluo's tone, and felt a little sour in her heart.

"The storm is just a thing of the past, but the sun always tries its best to find you." Wan Hong said with a smile.

"Yes, Sunshine will not abandon me, nor will I abandon Moon Shadow Sect. By the way, how are they all recovering?"

"Thank you, Deputy Sect Master, for your concern. They are all fine." Wan Hong pushed her hand and said respectfully.

"Really? That's really lucky! For heaven's mercy, my moon shadow will never be destroyed."

"What the deputy suzerain said is true."

"That's right, the sky doesn't want to destroy the Moon Shadow Sect, and I don't want to see someone suffer for Shu Wenling anymore. I can't bear to let Shu Wenling bear more things. We all have to live, live well." Poanluo's tone was full of bitterness.

"Deputy suzerain, could it be that the strange man in a strange dress was really attracted by sister Duanxiu?" Wan Hong looked at Po Anluo vigilantly and asked tentatively.

"Yes." Poanluo said coldly with no expression on his face.

Wan Hong took a deep breath. This simple and clear word could not tell the joy and sorrow of Poanluo at all. She didn't know whether Poanluo would be angry if the conversation continued. She felt that it is best to end the present now. Well off topic.So she raised her hand and said with a slight smile: "It's sunny today, if you spend more time in the sun, I won't accompany you, I'll go back first."

Poanluo lifted his lips slightly, mouthed a 'good' shape, and his voice was very soft, as if he hadn't spoken.

Wan Hong cupped her hands and turned around with a smile.

'Shu Wenling, oh Shu Wenling!I really owe you in my previous life. ' Poonlo raised his head and said inwardly.There seemed to be tears swirling in her eye sockets, she blinked hard, and more than half of them faded away.

"Master..." The weak voice seemed to be right behind her, she blinked her eyes, collected herself, and glanced around from the corner of her eye, only she was alone.

Under the sun, there seemed to be a person greeting her, 'Master. '

Poanluo collected himself, and the man turned into a beam of light and disappeared into the woods.Po Anluo sighed, and said with emotion, "The people of Sri Lanka are like jade... If you don't share with each other, the Iraqi people will guard the cold and autumn alone; the old people will not feel bitter when they are happy, and they will not wait for their relatives... Shuang, Hui, head."

A drop of tear wet the lightly drooping eyelashes, and slowly rolled down her cheek.

'Tap' lightly landed on the soil at the feet of Puan Luo, the soil was moist but not rotten, and quickly absorbed the drop of crystal.

'Master, although I don't know who I was before, and I don't know who I will be in the future, but there is one thing I can promise you... no matter who I was, what I did, who I will be in the future, and who I will be in the future. Whatever I do, I won't hurt you. '

"Really? No matter what, you won't hurt me?" Poanluo opened his eyes, letting the tears burst out, and the tears fell to the ground along with the fallen leaves.

Poanluo stretched out her right arm, watching with bewilderment.

That arm was extended for Shu Wenling when she was still Duanxiu.That arm that used to be Duanxiu is also Poanluo's arm now, but it has almost nothing to do with Shu Wenling, but without Shu Wenling, where would Duanxiu come from?

Po Anluo stretched out his right hand, and slowly stroked his cheek, as if Shu Wenling was beside him.

"Whether it's Duanxiu or Shu Wenling, they always have Poanluo in their hearts. '

There was a trace of helplessness in that tone, a trace of firmness.

She is her own satin, but at the same time, she is also Shu Wenling who belongs to the whole world.

"Don't... Master..." A familiar voice sounded, it was Duanxiu's begging voice.

"Don't... hurt him..." There was a hint of sobbing in that cowardly voice.

Po Anluo opened her eyes suddenly, and she froze for a moment.

Duanxiu's real body is Shu Wenling, but Duanxiu, whom she loves, is afraid of herself.

Poanluo's eyes widened in astonishment, the real owner of this hand... was afraid of himself.

"Master..." That charming and pitiful appearance seemed to be in front of my eyes again, "Don't... please let him go..."

Poanluo looked at his right hand, took a deep breath, and trembled uncontrollably.

'Master, please let the little Taoist priest go! '

Poomlo took a big step back convulsively, shaking his head tremblingly.

Yes, she loves her.She loves her obedience, her cowardice, her vulnerability, not who she really is.

"No..." Poomlo resisted the most sincere thoughts in his heart, and stepped back.

"No!" Poanluo shouted towards the front with a hoarse voice.

"No..." The fragile Poanluo folded his arms and stood tremblingly in the woods, standing alone.

The Sri Lankan people are like jade and do not share with each other, and the Iraqi people guard the cold and autumn independently;So, what kind of bitterness is it?Iraqis know themselves.