"City Lord's Mansion? Could it be the city lord who is waiting for the woman of the Yue Nu tribe?"

"Yes, that's right!"

"Brother Xia, this is it?"

"There is another story between the city lord and the woman of the Yue tribe. You and I hold hands, and separation is imminent. I abandon the tribe, you abandon the people, and you abandon the people, and your feelings for life are hard to tell. I will be with you. At the blue light and dusk, and I will be with you. So what? What do you want to do if you are paranoid for a lifetime? Abandon my people and abandon your tribe, and the regrets of the world are in love with each other. If there is a next life, a thought will turn into ashes, destroy your face, break my arms, and be with you. At the blue light and dusk."

"Is it because the city lord gave up the woman for his people? Then the city lord did a lot of good things to say that."

When obsession becomes a flower and resentment becomes a fruit, what can be saved?

After Xia Wen said this, he surprised everyone present. He thought it was the woman who had let the city lord down, but he didn't expect it was the city lord who let the woman down for his people.

The person who can tell this story is probably the son of the city lord in Yingyue City.

"Are you the son of the city lord? What the city lord did for us ordinary people back then was really touching, and it was also because we made the city lord lose that heroic relationship."

Xia Wen was influenced by his father since childhood and did not think that his father had done anything wrong. In his eyes, his father was a conscientious city lord. The father he could see was working for his people, and even his own son could be left alone.

"So what if it is for his people? Isn't it that I have abandoned my original promise? Stay with you and the world will never be destroyed! The woman gave so much for him, but she was so cruel and paranoid that she had to ask for such cold words. What should I ask for? Abandon my people and your people, and the regrets of the world are in love with each other. If there is a next life, a thought will turn into ashes, destroy your face, break my arms, and be with you, and the lights and dusk. Can you understand this kind of harm?"

"Mo Huaiwu? Why are you here?" Yu Shanglei recognized that this was the person who was arguing with Nie Yundie that day. Nie Yundie also knew who the person in front of him was?

This person's eyes were desolate and his face was even more melancholy. He had a few more wisps of fairy spirit than before, but it made people feel unfathomable. His pale face made people feel a little more pity when they saw it, but his noble temperament was inaccessible and unpredictable.

Seeing Yu Shanglei talking to him but he didn't know him, Mo Huaichen felt very strange, and she recognized himself as her senior sister even more strange.

Mo Huaichen didn't want to stay here for a long time, so he turned around and left.

The desolate eyes made Yu Shanglei feel terrible. He had never seen such a cold person, just as everything in the world had nothing to do with her.

In the eyes of others, Mo Huaisen is the beauty of a fairy descending to the earth, and even left this feeling in Xia Wen's heart. He was attracted by this cold moonlight in an instant. How could such a woman be in the mortal world? Even in the divine world, it is difficult to find such a bright moonlight, let alone in this mortal world?

"Where is the fairy from this? It's like the moonlight, spreading coldly into people's hearts, but it's so warm and so friendly. I guess this is the woman in the moon girl tribe. It turns out that the legend is true. Her skin is really like the soft moonlight, a little sweet, a little ice, and the last bit of fairy spirit."

"Yes, it looks very much like that woman, very much like the woman in front of the city lord back then. The woman was also wearing an elegant dress, floating in the wind. When the city lord rejected the woman in Yuehou Mountain, she burst into tears, and the city lord was in great pain. When the city lord said the words of rejection, it was difficult to speak of, but for the sake of the people of this city, for the future of this city, and for us, he gave up the relationship that had been together for many years. It was very sad." The old man had white hair hanging down and his trembling voice was really touching.

In the past, everyone thought that the city lord had done a lot for this city, but what they didn't expect was that the city lord had done so much for his people, and he endured so much pain that no one else knew about it. Now everyone admired the city lord even more. Even his own son could not suppress the emotions in his heart.

I was originally moved by the moving story of the city lord and the Yue Nu women, but now I am moved by the city lord who is alone and suffering.

A cool breeze blows, a cold autumn sounds, and the things people are looking forward to may have new changes.

In the heart of the city lord, perhaps the obsession and protection for the people, and in the heart of the moon women, the expectation and look forward to the city lord.

Although I don’t know how many days and nights the city lord spent alone for his people, and whether he would often think of the woman who was willing to give up her tribe for him in the cool breeze, the promise for her next life seemed to have expressed the city lord’s heart, but due to the millions of people in the city, he had to choose to give up.

Only they know whether it is worth it or not.

You often say that you love to dance in the wind, you often say that you love to search in books. You gently rub the drop of dew on my shoulders, and you gently caress the dead leaf on the end of my hair. Time pushes everything to its original appearance, but you can only look at me from the air. Is this the destined miserable and lonely God, but time has revealed that you and me at that time, now I am afraid that they can't touch each other's fingertips.

The mountains and rivers always rise and fall, and they are in harmony at the same time, but when will they be in harmony?

The shallow moonlight passes through my heart, and the gentle evening breeze passes through the last drop of dew. Is the waves in my heart surging and blowing the dead leaves that have returned to the roots, or is the obsession that cannot be retreated for a long time back to the front of me?

The sounds that came to mind in the mountain after the moon are like the crying sounds of waves slamming against the reefs when the sun sets by the sea. I toss and turn to the thoughts of every night. I sighed at the wasted time every day, but I must never go back to the past. Is the last memory of the mountain after the moon a heartbreaking pain or a lingering love? Is it my ties that ruined the love that cannot be continued, or your obsession that cannot touch the misery in my heart.

Where to go, the heart is settled; the dust is flowing, the love is broken; when you wave your sleeves and farewell, the tears have dried up; it’s a pity that the overwhelming friendship can only become the driving force for the struggle of the people, slowly disappearing in the echo of the mountain behind the moon. There is no woman in love with the city lord, no woman in love with the city lord...

The cool breeze is rising, and the night is already late, and it cannot be cut. The unclear wisp of unclear moonlight is the most miserable and coldest memory in people's hearts. It has been buryed or raised. I don't want the dead leaves that fall in the autumn wind to fall in the arms of the big tree, and I don't want the dew that falls in the morning to hit the dead leaves...
Chapter completed!