She was really tired, she didn't think that Zhong Huaiqing had this kind of thought, she didn't deliberately use a mind reading technique on Zhong Huaiqing, but this kind of situation like the other party's mood was quite loud and the distance between them was very close, and occasionally she still felt something.

Zhong Huaiqing also knows this, so he often pays attention to restraint when he is emotional, he sometimes has a lot of thoughts, this time it is really Zhong Huaiqing who is careless or another test he arranged, she doesn't want to know anymore.

She has no hesitation with emotion, promising that she will not be tempted repeatedly, Zhong Huaiqing asked directly or sideways that she accepted and was happy, and did not reject this method, but used her own feelings with herself as a bet, and used hurt to judge tolerance.

If it weren't for the fact that the other party was Zhong Huaiqing, this kind of behavior would only make her want to gag, just because the other party was Zhong Huaiqing, the fatigue and disappointment would be even more distinct.

"Isn't it sincere enough to treat you?"

She thought that she had given everything that could be given to Zhong Huaiqing, she had always rarely gone out, and she was even more ruthless and desireless in the past, except for him and the little paper crane, at most there was only one Ali who could be regarded as close, where Zhong Huaiqing's uneasiness came from, she couldn't figure it out.

If she is affected by Lixizi's memory, she is always worried that she will lose her feelings and be cold and indifferent in the next moment, first of all, Lixizi's memory is only equivalent to acting in a drama in front of his eyes, and he can accept everything in every detail, but it does not mean that he must empathize with him.

At that time, Zhong Huaiqing could still break away in January, but now he has been getting along for thousands of years, but he is immersed in it?

When I turned around, I heard a clear young man's voice, just like I saw it at first sight.

"His Holiness has always treated me very well, so good that Jing Xuan doesn't know what else to blame, and he is often worried and unable to respond,"

The figure paused for a moment, and when he continued to walk, his tone was unwavering, making it impossible to judge his mind for a while.

"Last night, when I was on the Chinese Valentine's Day, I tried to take you to the galaxy and seek that ray of glow and moon shadow, at that time, the Tao had a little spiritual light or could be with you for a long time, who would have thought that what you thought was like this. ”

In a trance, he burst into tears, weeping silently, he remembered the scene when he ascended to heaven with His Holiness yesterday, and every bit of His Holiness was hard-won, how could he not remember, but the more he remembered, the more hesitant he became.

In ancient times, there were people who had a big chun, and 800 years old was the spring, and 800 years old was the autumn. Mayflies are born and die at dusk, as much as they can. Besides, the gap between the Venerable and the Great Tsubaki will only be farther, he can't pull down the Venerable Altar, and he can't send himself to heaven, what can he do?

Four thousand years with him for most of his life, and the Venerable is a drop in the ocean, who is infatuated with the ephemera, who does not say that it is stupid, how tall the tsubaki is, even if there is a response, I am afraid that before I look down and see the figure of the mayfly, it has been a mayfly for several generations.

can't really live forever, hundreds of years is just a lifespan that mortals can hope to achieve with their efforts, what's the use of such a little time of companionship, can't live and die together, and even the other party is immortal, desperately contaminated and entangled, it's just a bloodstain left on the big chun that a mayfly may fade at any time.

The darkness in his heart is about to overflow, full of malice, but he has never dared to have a trace of defilement, and no one in the world does not think that he is a noble and unparalleled character.

If His Holiness is also born, old, sick and dead, if His Holiness himself can return to nothingness, even if his soul is scattered, he is willing to follow, if, if.

Terrible conjectures kept echoing in his mind, but he was still shattered into scum by reality, and in the thousands of years he had been with His Holiness, he knew that His Holiness had been studying not only why the world had been so unstable recently, but also how to make himself die, or how to make him immortal.

The former can't even be done by the Venerable, but the latter has a few ways, but the so-called immortality formed at a huge price is really better than letting Zhong Huaiqing die and reincarnate, so that he can still have a complete soul and merit and smooth sailing.

My heart suddenly cleared, and I don't know when I stopped the tears became more and more urgent, and I couldn't squat down and sat on the ground, and the hem of my shirt was already soaked, and with my actions, it was even more contaminated with some floating dust, which was indescribably weird.

He was so ugly that he hated himself unconsciously, and what was even more sad was that even if he was extremely disgusted and disdainful of his thoughts, he couldn't let go of it.

He wanted to die with His Holiness, or die with him, or with one voice, and he believed in His Holiness's affection for him, and he believed that no one would be able to get closer to His Holiness for hundreds of millions of years to come, but heh, the love he experienced himself had proved that it was such a sweet pain.

The scars will be healed one day, the pain will be healed one day, the pain of the heart will fade away by the loneliness and parting of the endless years, and one day, there will be a person who may let His Holiness test step by step, preferring to accept the sad permission to approach in the future.

One day, the second mayfly will be allowed to leave traces with blood, after all, the Venerable has endless years, and the endless years themselves have endless possibilities, and at that time, maybe his soul has already been reincarnated billions of billions of times or more, and when he mentions it, he will only have a little nostalgia and a little pain.

Maybe at that time, His Holiness finally developed a way to make people immortal at a low cost, or if heaven and earth let go of restrictions to allow people to have a lifespan close to immortality, then it would not be another mayfly but two large tsubak.

It is also possible that the Venerable finally studied the method of returning to the ruins, and was reduced to nothingness long before the day he met him, but at that time he could not accompany him, and at that time, maybe he did not know how many times he had been reincarnated and had never seen the Venerable, or maybe he was like the Venerable One who was dedicated to his hospitality but could not be relied on.

But no matter which one it is, it is impossible to be with His Holiness, and even if they return to the ruins together, it should be supreme glory and happiness.

What is the connection between him at that time and now? In the eyes of His Holiness, I am afraid that it is just similar to the jade pendant used by the old people, a little care, a little love for the house and Wu, but if it is more serious, it is nothing more than that.

Seeing the corners of Yu Qingchen's clothes disappear, the little paper crane had already hid to the side tremblingly, his eyes were sour and uncomfortable, but the smile arc on the corner of his mouth became more and more exaggerated, exaggerated to the point that he was overwhelmed by this silent smile like a mortal because of insufficient lung capacity.

He was lying on the ground, the pain in his chest and abdomen was clearer than a moment, he laughed harder, cried harder, and pressed his chest desperately with his hands as if he had a little room to survive, struggling on the ground, and his distorted mouth could vaguely feel a little trace of the word Venerable.

It's like a silent, twisted, crazy ridiculous and crazy pantomime, with all the elements of success but not funny at all.