Chapter 1039: How to Conquer the Copycat Boss Who Has No Taste

His lips moved and he only said two words, "Scenery..."

"Three hundred years ago, Feng Guang did love Mo Qing, but three hundred years later, Feng Guang only loves Mo Qing." Feng Guang has always known what she wants. Faced with the man who once made her attracted, she is indeed quite interested. Feelings, but she also knew very well that Mo Qing was the man she wanted now.

The smile on Mo Qing's lips already had a forced tone. He stretched out his hand to touch her again, but she dodged it. His hand stopped in mid-air, and his eyes finally became confused, "Scenery...he It's just mine...it's just my shell. You only like him because of me...I am the one you really like..."

"Mo Qing is Mo Qing. He has his own independent personality and thoughts. He is not anyone's shell or a substitute." Feng Guang's voice was calm and almost cruel, "He is so good, even without you, I I'll like him too."

"Really?" He put down his hand and looked at her with a smile, "Fengguang, you still hate me, right? You hate me because I didn't choose you back then."

"Indeed, the moment I knew the answer, I hated you, but soon, this hatred no longer existed." Feng Guang said softly: "I know that you have your responsibility, your responsibility, and you have to sacrifice a small amount. People, go save more people, this is the right choice."

It's not like her, who only lives in her own world, so she can selfishly say without hesitation that she should choose the people closest to her to live.

"You don't hate me..."

"Yes, I don't hate you."

Mo Qing's heart suddenly felt like a knife. He wanted to hear that she still hated him. At the very least, this would prove that he still had weight in her heart. And if she said she didn't hate him anymore, he would really be in her heart. There is no status at all.

Feng Guang said: "No one has ever blamed you, Mo Qing, please let yourself go. Some things are in the past. No matter how persistent we are, we can't go back to the past."

"Can't you go back?" Mo Qing raised his hand to his forehead, and the corners of his lips suddenly curled up. The white clothes lined him up, which made him look a little weirder, "Compared to me, Feng Guang still likes that Mo Qing more, and now Feng Guang has come to me. It’s just to see him, right?”

After a brief pause, he asked, "Where is he?"

Mo Qing raised his hand, and a door slowly opened, and the strong smell of blood hit his nostrils.

"Mo Qing!" Feng Guang ran over immediately. She picked up the man lying in the formation. At this time, he had large and small wounds on his body, and the ground was covered with his blood, staining the floor red, "Mo Qing... don't die..."

Mo Qing opened his eyes slightly, a smile appeared on his pale face, and he said weakly, "I heard what Feng Guang said just now... I am very happy..."

"Mo Qing..." She turned her head, not looking at Mo Qing, but at Zhiwei, "Please, save him!"

Zhiwei wanted to step forward, but as soon as Mo Qing raised his hand, the old man was isolated from the barrier.

Fengguang was furious, "What on earth are you going to do!?"

"I told him that as long as he was willing to give me his body, I would resurrect the scenery, and he agreed without hesitation to hold this body-taking ceremony..." Mo Qing said with a smile: "Now, he is going to die."

She wanted to plug the wounds on his body, but there were too many wounds and she didn't know where to start. She said at a loss: "Mo Qing... why are you so stupid..."

"I know I'm tired of being a ghost... As long as you can return the favor..." Mo Qing raised her hand with great effort and wiped away the tears on her face, "It doesn't matter what happens to me..."

Mo Qing looked at it, and his gentle smile gradually turned cold. A box appeared in his hand, and he walked to Fengguang. He said to her softly: "Why should Fengguang be so sad? Even if he is going to die, there is no way to survive. Here If there is a sun-returning grass, it can help him come back to life, but there is only one sun-returning grass, and I originally planned to use it to revive Feng Guang, but now, how should Feng Guang make a choice?"

Mo Qing weakly whispered, "Fengguang... you have to live..."

She looked at the box without moving her eyes.

Mo Qing wanted to stroke the top of her head again, but she avoided it. He smiled again and said, "It doesn't matter if Feng Guang doesn't want to choose. Even if he is gone, I will stay with you in the future."

When he finished speaking, she had already made a move.

"I choose to save him." She picked up the wooden box in his hand, her attitude unwavering.