The white-haired old man was very nervous, Mo Ziyan didn't know why she was crying like this, and her hands were still shaking.

Now why Mo Ziyan is crying is a trivial matter, he is afraid that Mo Ziyan will accidentally damage the hairpin.

The hairpin was not a high-class spiritual treasure, and it was already fragile after a hundred years of ups and downs, otherwise Jiang Zhige wouldn't have to put it in the treasure pavilion.

Snapped!

Just thinking about it, the hairpin slipped out of Mo Ziyan's hand.

The hairpin was torn apart, and it was more than damaged. Some places fell into powder on the spot.

The white-haired old man's pupils dilated, and his back was unstoppably cold.

"hairpin, hairpin..."

Mo Ziyan cried and panicked, trembling and wanted to pick up the hairpin that was broken into pieces.

At this moment, an icy aura emerged from behind the two of them, causing the air in the treasure pavilion to freeze instantly.

The white-haired old man looked back stiffly, and said in a trembling voice, "Ge, master..."

I saw Jiang Zhige standing behind Mo Ziyan, his whole body cold like a nine secluded spread, not to mention Mo Ziyan, the white-haired old man with Yuanhaijing cultivation base was terrified.

Mo Ziyan looked terrified, her whole body was shaking like chaff, 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 uncontrollable wisps of spiritual energy all over his body overflowed.

When Mo Ziyan heard the words, she turned and knelt in front of Jiang Zhige. She kowtowed vigorously while crying, desperately trying to explain, but she couldn't say a complete sentence.

"Master, Ziyan, Ziyan is..."

Snapped! Jiang Zhige slapped Mo Ziyan violently, nosebleed overflowing, and a bright red five-fingerprint appeared on his right face.

Mo Ziyan didn't care about the slap in the face, she hurriedly got up and knelt down again and kowtowed her head desperately.

"Within three days, if I see you in Tianyun Pavilion, I will kill you."

Jiang Zhige's voice was cold and emotionless, and he was about to turn away while holding the shards of powder.

He wasn't angry because Mo Ziyan broke the March Spirit Hairpin, but felt that he had seen the wrong person and raised a white-eyed wolf with bad conduct.

Seeing Mo Ziyan shattering Nangong Rou's March Spirit Hairpin, and thinking of her previous confession, Jiang Zhige took it for granted that she did it on purpose.

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

Thinking of his eight years of painstaking efforts, and thinking of leaving a slut by his side for eight years, it is a blessing that Jiang Zhige did not kill Mo Ziyan on the spot.

"No, no..."

Hearing Jiang Zhige's indifferent words, Mo Ziyan only felt a whirlwind, almost crawling to keep Jiang Zhige.

Jiang Zhige's whole body splattered with a mighty purple smoke, and he walked out holding the powder fragments of the March Spirit Hairpin.

"Master! Master!"

Mo Ziyan fell to the ground and it was difficult to get up, so he could only reach out to Jiang Zhige's back.

She cried hoarsely and burst into tears, but unfortunately, no matter how miserable she looked, she couldn't stop Jiang Zhige's footsteps.

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

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

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

Maybe Jiang Zhige has other people in his heart, but he is the only one in Mo Ziyan's world.

Now that Mo Ziyan leaves 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 completely in despair.

"Master... Zun..."

The sadness penetrated the liver and spleen, and the grief was piercing to the bone. 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 veins, Mo Ziyan vomited blood on the spot, fell to the ground and passed out.

The white-haired old man's expression changed slightly, and he knew that this was the backlash of the heavenly way of stealing the sacred body and breaking the realm. If he couldn't get a panacea or a great power to save him, Mo Ziyan would definitely die.

It didn't take long for Mo Ziyan to break through the Spiritual Martial Realm. Under normal circumstances, the backlash of the Heavenly Dao would not come so quickly. Now, under the grief, the backlash is even more serious.

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

But he noticed the movement of Mo Ziyan falling to the ground, and his footsteps still did not slow down.

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

"Having been together for eight years, the Demon Emperor is so indifferent, is he still a human being?!"

"Yeah, even though Fairy Ziyan was at fault first, he...it's like he doesn't have any feelings."

Witnessing this situation, everyone in the hall was really unbearable, even if Nangong Rou was not far away, they no longer scolded.

Nangong Rou's face was pale, unable to refute the crowd.

In fact, even she thinks Jiang Zhige is a bit too much, but is she really qualified to feel that way?

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

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

Not to mention the love that was so humble and shattered into the dust that it was even more broken than the March Spirit Hairpin. No woman could bear the grief of being slapped and abandoned by Jiang Zhige.

"sorry Sorry..."

Nangong Rou had tears in her eyes, she lowered her head and dared not look at Mo Ziyan.

If it weren't for the memory, I'm afraid she would never know that she had caused so much pain inadvertently.

If you put yourself in the shoes of Jiang Zhige and see Jiang Zhige giving out the March Spirit Hairpin, Nangong Rou would definitely collapse, but Mo Ziyan kept her mouth shut, and even comforted Nangong Rou on the way.

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

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

"Jiang Zhige, why are you doing this to me..."

Seeing these pictures, Mo Ziyan still couldn't hold back to this day, and held onto Qu Yun's shoulder and cried until tears flowed down her face.

She could only admit that she loved Jiang Zhige, so she couldn't deny that she hated Jiang Zhige.

Even if Jiang Zhige had laughed a few times to himself, Mo Ziyan wouldn't be so hard to let go.

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

In the face of the loving Nangong Rou, Jiang Zhige also believed that there were different identities, but in order to make Nangong Rou happy, he decisively abandoned that prejudice, not only turned the same affection, but even returned Nangong Rou's love thousands of times.meaning.