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Chapter 330: Shu Kuang is dead? 5

The sky was covered with dark clouds, and the sky slowly darkened.

I plan to get drunk with the madness, and the music and music are still tasteless. The clothes are getting wider and wider, and I will not regret it. I feel haggard because of the beauty.

I'm going to be crazy.

Crazy.

Search, search over and over again, search, dig three feet into the ground to search.

Days pass by day by day.

People are becoming more and more haggard day by day, becoming more taciturn and taciturn day by day, and becoming more and more heartbroken day by day.

Leng Chenxin, Xuan Tianhao, these people have seen Mo Qianchen's changes in their eyes and in their hearts, but no one dares to say anything, no one dares to persuade, and no one knows if Mo Qianchen is not there.

Looking for what Mo Qianchen can do after she loses the pillar that supported her survival.

Sleepless during the day and sleepless at night, even a person who is made of iron cannot bear it. No one in the army under the Emperor can withstand such a high-intensity search, and they are all exhausted. But Mo Qianchen, who does not sleep all day, cannot bear it.

She never closes her eyes, she is awake and searching all the time.

She couldn't sleep, she didn't dare to sleep, she was afraid that she would miss the news about Feng Shukuang if she fell asleep, she was afraid that she would miss any clues about Feng Shukuang, she didn't dare, she didn't dare to sleep.

Mo Qianchen lost weight day by day and became less human.

But she becomes more energetic and moves faster day by day.

So much time has passed, and she still hasn't found the estrangement. She has to hurry up, and she has to hurry up.

Looking at Mo Qianchen who was getting crazier day by day, Leng Chenxin and others shed tears straight into their hearts.

However, no one said to stop searching, because, maybe, if we search for a few more days, Mo Qianchen's sadness might lessen a little as time goes by.

The wind is blowing and the clouds are blowing, and the rain is like tears.

Who said that heaven and earth are ruthless?

For a month, it rained like the sky was crying with sadness, and it rained non-stop for a whole month.

The sky is getting colder and colder under the continuous drizzle. The chilling wind blowing down from the mountain peaks is even colder than the snowy wind in the twelfth lunar month of winter, and as cold as bone marrow.

Within five hundred miles of Luoshen Peak, every inch of land and every inch of river had been searched over and over, and almost even an ant cave had been searched.

"Chen'er, stop looking, Shu Kuang has already..." In the cold drizzle, Leng Chenxin looked at Mo Qianchen, who looked haggard and could no longer identify his human form, but was still looking for traces of Feng Shu Kuang at the bottom of Luoshen Peak.

Her heart ached so much that she couldn't breathe. The words she just vomited out almost took all her strength to say them out.

There was no answer. Mo Qianchen beside her was still looking with his head down at the bottom of the cliff, looking for clues and the hope that he was unwilling to admit.

Behind him, Xuan Tianhao, who had been following closely, followed Mo Qianchen without saying a word. It had been a month, and even if there was any possibility of existence, it was gone.

No soul like those five shadows appeared, no body was found, nothing.

Feng Shukuang is definitely no longer here.

Looking up at Mo Qianchen, who was losing weight day by day, and looking at Mo Qianchen, who had gone from being crazy on the first day to being cold and inhumane, Xuan Tianhao felt that his heart was bleeding.

He couldn't help her share the burden, he could only follow her, he could only feel her sadness, and he could only never allow her to do stupid things.
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