Chapter Seventy-Four: He Wants to See Her!

Legend raised his hand and waved at the man.

I don't know whether to tell the man that he's okay, or to warn the man to stop talking nonsense.

"Really. What I said last time, this time, is all true. I really just missed her and wanted to come and see her. ”

It was different from that day, where there was only a gentle smile on the face from beginning to end.

At this time, he was happy, angry, and sad, and his various expressions were flexible and free.

Yes, this person is Junlan.

The Junlan who has died in the mouth of the legend.

The lavish embroidered kaftan on his body has been replaced by a plain azure robe.

There is a little less chic extravagance, and more of a weak book.

On that day, Junlan appeared in front of the legend very unexpectedly, crying tears and snot, and pitifully talking a basket.

There is only one central idea, and that is to hope that the legend will let him meet Liang Meng.

The legend knew the danger of the two meeting, so he refused.

But Junlan figured out the weakness of the legend, and he didn't leave when he was rejected, so he just cried pitifully.

While crying, he told about his bitter thoughts, his bone-eating torment, and the warmth of care that he had not felt for a long time.

The more he said the truth, the more uncomfortable he became, and the more fierce the tears flowed.

The two eyes that cried at the end were swollen bigger than walnuts. Legend reluctantly agreed.

Just like the legend himself said, he was indeed softened by Jun Lan's crying.

It's also a bit of a fluke, thinking that just to meet, there shouldn't be anything.

Who knows, he underestimated the involvement between Junlan and Liang Meng. also overestimated his own luck.

"The hall master has been sick for so many days, why did you come today?"

"It's not because of that cloud Xuchen. ”

Suddenly speaking of resentment, Jun Lan's face became gloomy. His chest rose and fell slightly, as if he had been greatly abused.

"He trapped me in a dark, cold cave. ”

"It's okay to be dark, do you know how cold it is? Water dripped down from the cave, and before it could reach the ground, it froze into ice. ”

"Real dripping into ice. I almost froze to death in that cave by him. ”

Jun Lan said and rubbed his arms involuntarily.

Thinking of the extreme cold in the cave, his nose fanned hard, and his nose twitched a few times. I always feel that there is still a cool nose that has been frozen out of my nose.

"Caves?"

Legend thought that Yun Xuchen had gone out once during the period of taking care of Liang Meng.

I didn't expect to go to Junlan.

"Although your spiritual power is not good, you can't bear the slightest coldness?"

"He sealed my spiritual power before throwing me into the cave. I almost froze into ice. ”

"Brother Legend, look at it, sooner or later, one day, I will have to let that Yun Xuchen make amends for me. ”

Jun Lan's cheeks were swelling angrily, his eyes were round and big, and he was talking cruelly around his neck.

The white and elegant face was cold.

The legend looked at his resentful and annoyed look, with his teeth and claws, and a little cuteness in his funny.

I couldn't help but bow my head and smile.

After remembering where this was, he straightened up his face again and began to pick people up.

"Alright. You've been here long enough, it's time to go. ”

"But...... I want to go in and see her. ”

"You ......"

Hearing that Jun Lan was about to be presumptuous again, the legend looked at him with a frown and dissatisfaction. There was also a cold look in his eyes.

The reprimandable cruel words were stuck in his throat when he saw Jun Lan's expression, and he couldn't say anything.

The face as white as jade showed a deep loneliness in the moonlight.

Staring straight at Liang Meng's bedroom, his eyes were slightly reddish and wet. The lips that were dyed with the coolness of the night frost trembled slightly.

The whole person is gone, and the arrogance that scolded Yun Xuchen just now.

The whole body is engulfed by an invisible sense of loneliness born of extreme longing.