Time always flies by like a white horse, sometimes it feels very fulfilling, and sometimes it feels very empty.

Yang Huaiping spent a very fulfilling seven days and seven nights in the Immortal Cultivator Alliance, and in these days, he not only read all the books on the shelf of seal talismans, but also read some books about alchemy, inscriptions, some introductions about demon beasts, as well as flying sword spells, and even some books such as formation maps, in short, read all the various books here.

After Ying Feiwu experienced a long period of waiting and torture, she saw that Yang Huaiping finally woke up from the state of the old monk sitting still, Ying Feiwu couldn't help but stretch her waist with relief, she sighed and said to Yang Huaiping: "Mr. Yang, do you know that I am waiting for you to thank you!"

Yang Huaiping scratched his head and said with an embarrassed expression: "Miss Sakura, I'm really sorry to keep you waiting for so long, or when you go out, I will treat you to a good meal!"

Ying Feiwu pursed her lips and said, "Mr. Yang, I don't have the heart to eat now, I just want to go back and sleep well now, Mr. Yang, do you know that waiting will make people collapse!"

"Hehe, girl, this is my exclusive refining of the Zhuyan Pill, which can keep you young and beautiful, a small gift is a little bit of my heart, and please be sure to do it to Miss Sakura!" Yang Huaiping took out a few Zhuyan Dan from his arms and handed them to Ying Feiwu.

Ying Fei took the pill and put it into her arms, she said in a cold tone: "Let's go, hurry up and get out, I want to go back and lie on the bed and sleep beautifully!"

As she spoke, Sakura Feiwu's round pink lips yawned, and she was the first to walk out of the basement, followed by Yang Huaiping.

After Yang Huaiping and Ying Feiwu said goodbye at the door of the basement, he rushed towards his villa.

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As he walked away, Yang Huaiping ran to his villa, jumped onto his balcony, and then paced into the bedroom.

At this time, Hu Yuxuan was watching the movie "Balzac and the Little Tailor" in the villa, and she had a Nanjing between her fingers.

Yang Huaiping looked at Hu Yuxuan, who was painted with flaming red lips, wearing warm and unrestrained clothes, and had a feeling of noble lady's temperament, he couldn't help but sigh, time will make a person change too much, and some things in the past can only be remembered by memory.

"What are you watching, come and watch the movie!" Hu Yuxuan glanced at Yang Huaiping and said casually.

Yang Huaiping walked up to Hu Yuxuan and smiled indifferently: "Of course it's to see the beauty, daughter-in-law, I found that you have now become invisibly more noble temperament!"

Hu Yuxuan took a puff of the cigarette in her hand, she looked at Yang Huaiping and smiled charmingly: "You haven't heard that women are very fickle, by the way, I forgot to tell you, your little lover Li Mengqi is married, do you feel heartache!"

"Oh, it's nothing, Li Mengqi has her right to pursue happiness, and I'm sincerely happy for her to get a sense of happiness!" Yang Huaiping said in a calm tone.

Hu Yuxuan changed his words and said, "Do you know how I know about her?"

Yang Huaiping shook his head, he fell into silence for a while, as if he was thinking about something!

Hu Yuxuan frowned and slowly spoke: "In the past twenty years since you left, Li Mengqi has become a very popular anchor of the show bar with her own efforts, she quickly fell under the crazy pursuit of a local tyrant, Li Mengqi married the anchor, but the local tyrant was just playing with her, and when she was tired of playing, she kicked her, and then Li Mengqi suffered from strong depression and committed suicide by jumping off the building, and then her matter was in the newspaper, Li Mengqi's matter was exactly what I saw from the newspaper!"

Hearing this, Yang Huaiping's heart couldn't be calm, his heart tightened, and Yang Huaiping said in a dry tone: "Where is Li Mengqi's grave, I want to go over and see her!"

Li Mengqi laughed teasingly: "What's the matter, my heart hurts!"

Yang Huaiping pursed his lips and said: "Daughter-in-law, say it quickly, Li Mengqi is a hard-working person after all, in fact, I am too, and I feel that it is difficult for you to understand!"

Hu Yuxuan took out the key of the blue Bugatti in the bag beside him, and she handed it to Yang Huaiping and said, "Nanshan Cemetery in the city!"

Yang Huaiping waved his hand at Hu Yuxuan, his face was very ugly and said, "No need, I'll just run over!"

While speaking, Yang Huaiping jumped from the balcony, he went to the flower shop next to the villa to buy a bouquet of fiery red roses and ran in the direction of Nanshan Cemetery, all the way up to the misty rain that blinded his eyes.

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Walking farther and farther away, Yang Huaiping ran to the Nanshan Cemetery in the city, at this time the autumn rain in the sky began to fall heavily, and the fine rain flowed down his cheeks, and it was vaguely seen that Yang Huaiping's eyebrows were tangled, and his expression looked extremely sad.

Yang Huaiping was looking at the tombstones one after another, and he didn't know which one was buried under the woman who didn't seek fame and didn't want to follow him in anything.

For a while, Yang Huaiping felt a little cramped and uneasy in his heart, and the rain was falling, with the bleakness and coldness that autumn should have, falling on the fiery red rose in his hand, and the rose was even more delicate.

At this time, an old voice sounded in Yang Huaiping's ears, "Young man, you are here to find someone, you see such a heavy rain, come in and take shelter from the rain!"

Yang Huaiping's expression in the shower turned his head a little stiffly, and he asked the old man who was drinking tea in a gazebo behind him, his face was full of wrinkles, and his eyes were full of vicissitudes: "Old man, do you know where a woman named Li Mengqi is buried!"

The old man put down the teacup in his hand, he pointed to a grave with no flowers, no incense and candles, and looked very cold and lonely, and said, "That's the one, no one has visited that tomb for several years!"

Yang Huaiping pursed his lips, his voice was a little hoarse and dry, and said, "Then thank you, old man, I'll go and see her and tell her what is in my heart!"

While speaking, Yang Huaiping walked to the tomb pointed out by the old man with the delicate bouquet of roses, he touched the rain on his face, and then put the fiery red and warm roses in his hand in front of the cold and lonely tomb.

Faced with this situation, Yang Huaiping suddenly felt that he had a lot to say in his heart, but he didn't know how to open his mouth for a while, after a long time, Yang Huaiping smacked his lips, he swallowed a mouthful of bitter saliva and said: "Li Mengqi, I'll stay with you here all night!"