Hearing Wei Luoyi's question, Zhuo Tong and Zhuo Wang couldn't help but sigh faintly.

When Wei Luoyi saw it, he thought he had said the wrong thing and was about to apologize, but he heard Zhuo Tong sigh: "Hey, let Miss Wei laugh, the person who plays the pipa should be the little girl Yunyue." ”

When Wei Luoyi heard it, she thought about it, because before she came, she had heard Feng Yi say that Zhuo Tong and Zhuo Wang's family currently have a daughter named Zhuo Xue, a small character Yunyue, but for some reason, she has not seen her since she was just now, and now that she has mentioned it, she simply asked: "In this way, then why don't you ask Miss Zhuo to dine together?"

When Zhuo Tong heard it, he sighed again, "It's not that we don't want to, but because the little girl has been weak and sick since she was a child, and she has been riddled with cold and illness, and she may have an attack at any time, so she can't eat with us." ”

Zhuo Tong said, Zhuo Wang on the side heard it, and immediately burst into tears, crying silently, "I don't know what the two of my husband and wife did in their last life, the eldest sister Xiaoping died in a foreign land, and the younger sister Yunyue was cold and sick......"

Hearing the name that Zhuo Wang inadvertently called, Wei Luoyi's heart throbbed, and he was about to ask about her, but was interrupted by Feng Yi.

"Look at your absent-mindedness, are you still thinking about the flower you saw when you passed by the courtyard just now?" said Feng Yi.

"What flower?" Wei Luoyi heard and looked at him inexplicably.

"Didn't you say it, the flower that resembles this lotus platform? Feng Yi was serious, and handed over the lotus platform in his arms to Wei Luoyi.

"I ......" Wei Luoyi looked inexplicable, and she had to defend, but looking at Feng Yi's eyes and the lotus platform in her hand, she suddenly understood again, and after making peace, she grabbed a handful of food and left the table.

She understood that the reason why Feng Yi suddenly let him leave was because he had quietly recited the spell and tested that neither Zhuo Tong nor Zhuo Wang were eight bitter people, and when he heard Zhuo Tong's description, he targeted his daughter Zhuo Xue, so he made an excuse to let him leave.

Thinking through Feng Yi's purpose, Wei Luoyi couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, and then she sighed quietly and followed the sound of the pipa to the courtyard.

In the center of the courtyard there was a pool of purple seeds, and above it was a pavilion in which sat a young girl in a purple coat, with a pale face and a thin body.

There was no light in the girl's eyes, just as the strings in her hands shone with a hint of sorrow.

The melodious sound of the pipa broke the intestines, and even the Zhumen was desolate.

I can't imagine that the rich Zhuo Da shopkeeper has no way to save his daughter, which is really a trick.

Looking at the purple girl, Wei Luoyi felt a lot, and inadvertently looked down, but found that the lotus platform in his hand had turned into a stone platform, and he was shocked:

This...... No way...... Liar, Miss Zhuo, she is such a weak person, how can she be a member of the Eight Bitters, it is too coincidental, there must be something wrong.

No, no, it's not a coincidence, the wind dog beat was aimed at Miss Zhuo from the beginning, and the person painted on the painting he showed the old man was clearly Miss Zhuo!

Looking at Zhuo Xue, Wei Luoyi suddenly thought of a lot, and was about to step forward to say hello to Zhuo Xue and ask something, but was stopped by Qingyang.

Looking at the old man Qingyang who suddenly appeared, Wei Luo was really startled, and was about to scream, but was pricked by Qingyang a few times, and he couldn't say a word.

She was in a hurry, but she saw Qingyang make a silent gesture, and with a finger of his finger, Wei Luoyi's gaze also returned to Zhuo Xue's body.

At this time, a handsome man dressed in a fox fur, who exuded the air of a scholar quietly came behind Zhuo Xue, and he stood there quietly, without saying a word, just quietly guarding her and listening to her play the sad tune.

The cold wind blew, Zhuo Xue's face became more and more pale, she couldn't help coughing twice, and the frightened man hurriedly stepped forward, and took off the gray fur on his body and draped it on her shoulders.

Feeling that someone was putting on clothes for herself, Zhuo Xue was frightened at first, but when she turned around and saw the man with a rude-faced face, a relieved smile suddenly appeared on her face.

"Brother Ru, when have you been here, have you been waiting for a long time?" she said softly, her voice as ethereal and beautiful as a bird.

"Why, I just arrived, and when I saw that you were thin, I hurriedly put on your coat. The man replied softly, as if to intimidate her.

When Zhuo Xue heard it, she looked him up and down, but seeing that his hands were red from the cold, she quickly reached out to hold them, and said with a concerned face: "You still lie to me, look at your hands." ”

The man shook his head, "I'm fine, but you, it's so cold, you still come outside, if the disease has an attack, what should I do?"

"I ......" Zhuo Xue was speechless for a while, not knowing how to answer.

"Okay, let's go back to the house, I heard you coughing just now. The man smiled softly, withdrew his hand from Zhuo Xue's hand, and then gently held up her wrist through his sleeve.

Zhuo Xue looked at him with a happy face, and with his support, slowly walked towards the wing.

Seeing the two of them supporting each other, Wei Luoyi's face couldn't help but show a look of envy, she was watching them go away, but there was a bone sound in her ears.

She was surprised in her heart, so she looked towards the sound, but saw Qingyang's lips twitching, clenching his teeth secretly, his hands clenched into fists, and faintly sounding, and his appearance became a little terrifying.

Isn't he's jealous?

Seeing Qingyang so angry, Wei Luoyi said that she was incomprehensible, she was about to comfort the old man, but she saw that the old man had already walked towards the wing room angrily.

She hurriedly shouted loudly, trying to stop the old man, but no matter how much she shouted, the old man seemed to not hear at all, and only moved forward vigorously.

Helpless, she could only quickly set off to catch up, but she was stopped by Feng Yi just now.

"How, does Liantai have a reaction?" asked Feng Yi, holding her hand.

Hearing his question, Wei Luoyi woke up like a dream, and hurriedly handed over the petrified lotus platform to Feng Yi, "Some of them, although it is unbelievable, but Miss Zhuo may really be a member of the Eight Bitters." ”

"So you just hurriedly wanted to go to the wing, did you plan to go over and pull Miss Zhuo and tell her that she was a member of the Eight Sufferings and was going to save the Six Realms?" Feng Yi said with a surprised expression.

Wei Luoyi glanced at him, first unconvinced, and then said anxiously: "In your impression, am I so stupid?

After she said that, she was about to set off to chase Qingyang, but as soon as she took a step, she was dragged by Feng Yi again, "Okay, I know he's here, don't worry, he won't mess around." ”

Hearing Feng Yi's words, Wei Luoyi stopped, she looked around, then stared at Feng Yi vigilantly, and asked quietly: "How do you know that he won't mess around, tell me honestly, do you have any plans to hide from me?"

Feng Yi smiled faintly, grabbed Wei Luoyi's shoulder and turned her around, and then pushed her as she walked and said, "It's nothing, it's that you are too careful, but you should go back after being away from the table for so long, Mrs. Zhuo has asked me several times where you have been, I really can't make it up." ”

When Wei Luoyi heard this, he was puzzled but he had no choice but to return to the banquet with Feng Yi, seeing her return to the table, Zhuo Tong and Zhuo Wang were both happy, and hurriedly urged their subordinates to add a few dishes.

Wei Luoyi also excused himself on the grounds that he was full, but when he saw that the new dishes were all what he liked to eat, he threw all the problems out of the clouds and feasted on them.

After eating and drinking, although Zhuo Tong repeatedly asked him to stay overnight, Feng Yi politely refused his request, and took Wei Luoyi and Zhuo's couple to say goodbye, and left Zhuo's mansion under the eyes of the couple.

Back at the inn, the two returned to their respective rooms, and although Feng Yi acted as if nothing happened, Wei Luoyi always felt that he was hiding something.

Feng Yi, Zhuo Xiaoping, Zhuo Tong and Zhuo Wang's family, Qingyang, Zhuo Xue, and herself, there seems to be an invisible thread in the dark, which tightly entangles them together, but what kind of connection they have, Wei Luoyi has never figured it out.

Somehow, at the thought of these things, her head suddenly became groggy, and when she woke up again, she found herself in a strange place.

It was a formidable altar, and in the middle of the altar was a stone tablet covered with cut marks, the stele was dilapidated, and it looked as if it had been tens of thousands of years old, but the three large characters on the tablet were still clearly visible.

Altar of God!