Liu Ya pressed his chest and took a few deep breaths, and his beating heart finally settled down a little, and he looked at Chenghui's elegant back for a long time.

Seeing this scene, Heluan's disgust with Liu Ya increased a little, she has admired her cousin Chenghui since she was a child, and she will never allow any woman to think about her sweetheart.

Jiamu took in the scene of Chenghui teasing bean sprouts, he and this half-brother had never been at odds, and stepped forward and asked sharply: "What do you want from that silly girl Liu Ya?"

The warmth in Chenghui's eyes dissipated, only the cold light flickered, and he asked rhetorically: "You helped Liu Ya enter the immortal gate, what are you trying to do?"

Jia Mu Tan was frank: "The bean sprouts are the maids I chose in the mortal world. ”

Chenghui didn't believe it: "It's ridiculous, how can the daughter of Liu Yan be your maid!"

"You have been taught by the Liushang Immortal Sect, if you really remember the teacher's kindness, when you send charcoal in the snow to help the orphan girl Liu Ya, you will never ignore it for many years", Jia Mu thought that he was unwilling to tell his true purpose, and he was too lazy to talk nonsense: "Don't speculate for more than half a sentence, you take your hypocrite Yangguan Road, and I will take my big devil single-plank bridge!"

Chu Lingxi leaned listlessly, and his heart was full of doubts: "Liu Yanqi's popularity in the immortal world is not bad, it stands to reason that there should be a close friend to adopt or take care of Liu Ya, it is impossible that there is no immortal to help, is there any secret behind this?"

She still remembered that on the eve of the departure of bean sprouts, the oil lamp transformed by fairy energy appeared strangely, what is the identity of this mysterious fairy?

The first suspicious immortal that popped up in Chu Lingxi's brain was Ruoshui, but it seemed that it didn't make sense reasonably, and at this moment, she was even more worried about life and death, and she had no intention of delving into anything else.

An Ge slowly paced between the bookshelves, caught a glimpse of Lin Ze's figure through the gap, and wanted to leave angrily.

"You are inexplicably courteous to the Dusk Pavilion Immortal, it's obviously me who should lose your temper!", Lin Ze stepped forward and grabbed her wrist tightly, the folds between his eyebrows were like a knife and axe, as a straight man of steel with high IQ and low emotional intelligence, if he didn't open his mouth, he would ruin the scenery.

An Ge shook his hand fiercely, and his apricot eyes were round: "Why can't I admire the Dusk Pavilion Spirit Immortal, why do you restrict my freedom!"

Lin Ze annoyed her for hurting her heart and didn't know it: "When you look at the Dusk Pavilion Spirit Fairy, your eyes seem to bloom ten miles of scorching peach blossoms, it is by no means simply admiration!"

An Ge understood the meaning of his words, and felt humiliated, and for the first time in her life, her obedient temperament broke out into anger: "Do you think that my misconduct is detrimental to Joan of Arc!?"

Lin Ze actually didn't mean to be contemptuous, he just didn't choose what to say when he vented his emotions, and when he saw that the situation was not good, he hurriedly explained: "That's not what I meant... It's just that... I think you're doing something wrong..."

An Ge has a tendency to break off friendship: "Whether my words and deeds are proper or not, I don't bother you!"

"We are married, childhood sweethearts...", Lin Ze tried his best to keep his tone gentle, and raised his hand to remove the pink peach blossom between her sideburns.

An Ge ruthlessly pushed his hand away: "Finger belly for marriage is just a joke among the elders, the person I hate the most in the whole world is you, I would rather enter the goddess peak and be lonely for a lifetime, and I will never marry you as a wife!"

Lin Ze is the pride of the sky, accustomed to being proud in the stars holding the moon, how could he have been so wronged, he couldn't help but be disappointed and cold, and said that the sword is better than the knife: "Since this is the case, then the friendship of the past is like a floating cloud!"

Seeing that his emotional intelligence was worried, he pushed his prospective daughter-in-law farther and farther away, Chu Lingxi helplessly held his forehead: "Idiot, you don't understand a woman's heart at all, you deserve to wear a green hat and die alone!"

Since she was a child, An Ge has been weak and has low fairy power, and her family's preference is both care and restraint, she follows the rules as a good girl of the Protoss, and can only listen to others talk about the outside world, but she has never had the opportunity to see it.

Her life is simple and boring, she can see her whole life at a glance, marrying Lin Ze, a childhood sweetheart and a well-connected family, husband and children, no waves, there seems to be nothing wrong, but she always has a trace of unwillingness.

This time she came to Huaxu Xianmen, she had a lot of expectations, maybe there was a chance to meet new and interesting things, or there was a chance to meet interesting new friends.

An Ge's mind Lin Ze didn't know at all, even if he knew, it was useless, his old-fashioned and pedantic temper was like an old man, and he refused to give people half a bit of freedom.

She sat on the stone table in the courtyard of the library pavilion with a puff, picked up the fallen magnolia, and destroyed the flowers with her hands to relieve her depression.

Ling Qingyun happened to pass by, and when she saw that she was smiling, her face was full of depression, and she asked with concern: "Miss An Ge, is there anything to worry about?"

An Ge was depressed in his heart, tore the petals, and was silent.

Ling Qingyun hesitated and said, "That... What can I do to make you happy?"

This is inexplicably heartwarming, without delving into the reasons and rights and wrongs, only sincere concern, An Ge smiled faintly: "I'm fine, I just want to be alone and quiet." ”

Ling Qingyun hesitated for a moment, gently removed the peach petals that had fallen on her bun, and bowed her head.

The petals that were originally prepared for the Twilight Pavilion Spirit Fairy were finally picked by Ling Qingyun, and the marriage was doomed.