It turned out to be just a thing of the past...... More than a year?

Ming Yijun recalculated in confusion, and it was right, it was more than a year. Ten months, three or four hundred days.

It's only been a year, but this kind of thing is not human...... What the hell is going on?

But the proprietress in front of him suddenly laughed:

"Oh, you're talking about the girl who rented this house and opened a wine shop before, right? It's also my fault that I was so confused that I forgot about this stubble. My father rented out the house, and a few months ago I said I wanted to open a store, and my father took it back. I hadn't seen the girl, I didn't have much of an impression, and I didn't know where she was now. ”

Hearing her say this, Ming Yijun was finally determined, pinched his fingers and calculated, and finally suddenly realized.

It turned out that the girls wore new clothes along the way, because the emperor's favorite concubine liked to wear such skirts last year, and the construction of a lot of construction in the capital was because a big businessman bought a lot of land in the capital last year, and the appearance of the wine shop looked old, because after Zhan Lu moved away, it had not been completely cleaned up.

A qiē is actually normal, not what he thinks. Zhan Lu is still alive in this world, and there is no difference from the last time I met him.

He closed his eyes and continued to calculate, calculating that Zhan Lu's current location was the northeast of the capital.

Isn't that the northeast of the capital......? Where is Qingping County located?

Ming Yijun opened his eyes, and he had a general plan in his heart. Seven or eight years have passed since she came out of Qingping County. Seven or eight years is not a long time, but for the people of Qingping County, it is enough for them to forget what happened. What's more, what happened at the beginning, I'm afraid that most people are confused, and it's just some rumors. Zhan Lu will probably not make any more waves when he goes back at this time, so he can rest assured.

Ming Yijun thought about this, so he left the capital and went to Qingping County. Qingping County is not far from the capital, Ming Yijun walked against the wind, but half a day's work, it was outside Qingping County.

Ming Yijun has not been back for seven or eight years, and Qingping County seems to be the same as before, except that the city tower seems to be a little old, there is simply no change here from before.

He walked into the city, not doing any disguise. Man is a creature with a poor memory, and after seven years, he believes that no one will remember his face.

The actual situation turned out to be exactly what he expected. The people of Qingping County were only surprised that there were new people in the city, and no one associated him with the man who had often lived in the Zhanlu wine shop seven or eight years ago. Life is so hard, who would take what happened seven or eight years ago to heart?

He slowly walked towards the bustling place in the county seat, where Zhan Lu's liquor store was on that street. I haven't come here for a long time, and Ming Yijun feels that this small county town is pitiful. Even the most prosperous place in the city is not as good as an alley in Beijing. However, this pitifully small county town made Ming Yijun's heart beat violently.

Although no one knew him here, he sensed a strange familiarity, the walls, the streets, as if they all knew him, as if he should have belonged to this little city, which should have belonged to him.

It felt so fresh that he was a little overwhelmed. This is a human town, which should not have anything to do with him, but he feels a sense of belonging here.

Maybe it's because the air here is full of dew.

She was born here, she grew up here, and her breath is so similar to that of this small city. The similar auris blended together, making it a little confusing where it came from.

He walked very slowly, slowly, and the closer he got to that side street, the more frightened he felt. He seemed scared to go there.

When he realized this, he almost laughed at himself.

Ming Yijun didn't know what fear was, even in the temple, when his soul was out of his body, and when the red-clothed immortal in front of him was holding his sword to him, he didn't feel fear. It's a joke that beasts can be scared.

However, his fears were real at this point, and he would not deny it. The fear of the most powerful beast stems from the weakest of human women, and it sounds strange, but it's natural.

The closer you get to that street, the stronger the smell of Zhan Lu becomes.

He breathed almost greedily in the air with her breath, and her breath seemed to give the street magical powers, making the little street so intimate, so warm, so lovely, and so ...... in his eyes It's scary.

He couldn't imagine how he would feel if he walked to the door of the liquor store and saw a rusty lock hanging from the door. Ming Yijun had always been very confident in his own calculations, but this time, he had to be afraid that the results of his calculations were not true, and that the facts were not as he expected.

But no matter how slow he goes, he always has to get there eventually. In the distance, he saw the dilapidated little liquor shop, and saw the trees in front of the liquor shop blooming with bright flowers. He saw a slender woman with her back to him, sweeping the petals scattered on the ground with a long broom.

The woman's figure was extremely beautiful, her movements were very demure, she turned her back to him, revealing the back of her snow-white neck, and her hair was dark and thick, combed into a bun, like a dark cloud.

Her crimson dress was painted with large clusters of flowers, and there was a calm beauty.

Ming Yijun recognized the back, and he felt his heart beating violently, almost making him unable to breathe. He clenched his fists, sharp nails piercing the skin on his palms.

Bright red blood dripped down and seeped into the soil. But he didn't care in the slightest, he didn't even notice it. How could this little bit of blood attract his attention compared to the joy of seeing her?

He walked forward step by step, and the scene before him was so beautiful that it almost made him worry that what he was seeing was not the truth. During his years in the temple, he had seen too many illusions in front of him. The spirits in the temple kept appearing in front of him in the form of her, which made him happy every time, but always disappointed in the end.

In the midst of this constant change and illusion, Ming Yijun felt that he was about to become a creature like a human. So weak, so much gain and loss.

Ming Yijun is a powerful beast, he has never tasted weakness, he doesn't like this, however, he can't let go of the sweetness that accompanies this weakness.

He grew closer, closer. She didn't notice him, still concentrating on scanning the petals on the ground. He opened his mouth to call her, but he felt his throat thirsty and hoarse, and he couldn't seem to make a sound.

However, when she finally sensed that someone was coming towards her, she put the broom aside and turned her head to look at him.

She saw him.

She seemed to see something that should not have been in this world, her expression seemed to be incredulous, she saw him standing there, the wind blowing his hair, he didn't look like a beast, but like a god.

Ah, no, it's not like a god, but in the southwest direction, there are people who worship him as a god. But the fierce god they worshipped who controlled the thunderous thunder didn't seem to have anything in common with the man in front of them—

At the moment he is as gentle as water.

This time he was real, no longer a shadow that could not be seen or touched, no longer a ghost, no longer an illusion in a dream.

The two looked at each other like this, without saying a word, as if they were afraid that as soon as they spoke, the other would turn into a bubble and disappear.

But they invariably reached out to each other.

When the fingertips touched the fingertips gently, the two of them trembled in unison.

It's true...... Ran into ......

The other party is here, no longer an illusion, no longer a shadow.

Her hand was a little cold, and he squeezed her hand tightly, looked up at her again, and saw that she was already in tears.

"Lang Jun...... Lang Jun ...... "She couldn't cry, she just kept calling him over and over again."

When she called, he answered.

"Bh. ”

actually replied seventeen or eighteen sentences back and forth.

Ming Yijun's heart was originally filled with joy and sorrow, and his mood was as agitated and uneasy as a human being. Seeing her crying at this time, he suddenly felt as if he had seen a fairy peach with dew, which made him hungry again.

He went over and licked her eyes and licked away her tears, and then, he frowned:

"It's too salty. He said.

Seeing him say such inexplicable words so seriously, it made her laugh, cry and laugh, and couldn't stop.

Seeing that her tears were still dry, he licked them again, from the corners of her eyes to her cheeks, and then to her lips. Her lips were red and soft, like a wonderful, delicious snack, and he sucked it lightly, and then he continued to entangle and suck greedily, as if he would never be satisfied.

Zhan Lu's eyes widened.

His lips were also very soft and soft, and his tongue was a little rough, entangled in her tongue, making her feel itchy, all the way to her heart, nowhere to scratch, nowhere to scratch. I had to hug him tightly, as if I had only relieved the itch a little.

He licked and kissed for a long time before he reluctantly let go of her, and commented matter-of-factly:

"It's very sweet here. ”