Demon General

In the evening it rained lightly.

Mu Xing held an umbrella and held Ruo Pan in his arms. In front of them was a small grave.

Write a letter to the tomb of Yue and Cang Wu.

It wasn't the god king Cangwu, nor the god king Xingfu, they were just like ordinary husband and wife buried together.

Live in the same quilt, die in the same hole.

"Tell me, Cangwu is love to Jiangyue?"

Mu Xing didn't answer, Ruo Juan quietly looked at the tomb in the rain, the god who called the wind and rain in his lifetime was actually buried by his sworn enemy after death.

There is no need to answer the curtain sentence, Ruozan has already thought of the answer.

"The moon can't beat Cang Wu."

Mu Xing took Ruopan's hand, "Let's go, go home."

"Well, go home."

Ruo Juan nodded, no matter what the truth is, it doesn't matter whether the god king let his lover kill him or not, other people's stories are already a pile of loess, but their stories have just begun.

Protected in his arms by Mu Xing, the pattering rain didn't touch Ruopan's body at all. He couldn't help turning his head. Under the blurred rain, he couldn't see the tomb not far away, but Ruopan seemed to see it. A young man, with a gentle expression, turned his head and ran towards the tall man behind him in the rain.

Excited, Ruosan pulled the curtain and turned around, "Look!"

"Look at what?"

The sky and the earth are long, only the non-stop rain pouring down.

Ruopan stared blankly at the distance, and after a long time, he smiled.

"No, nothing, let's go home."