The gluttony then turned and jumped into the barrier, disappearing.

"Chen'er!" he shouted softly to Fanchen, his eyebrows lowered, and he saw that she was soaked all over, and her back was very sad, so he hurriedly walked to him.

Seeing Fan Chen's eyes glazed, and there was a thick sorrow between his eyebrows, he knew that she must have been wronged, thinking that she was Emperor Yu, naturally no one dared to bully, so what he thought of must be that Shentu Rin Ye did something that made her sad.

His heart suddenly ached with Fan Chen, and he gently reached out to touch Fan Chen's face, trembling slightly, and his skin was like ice.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time. Fan Chen said coldly, and his eyes looked at Shen Tu Rin Ye fixedly.

Yingmo didn't ask much, smiled slightly, and entered the demon realm with mortal dust.

The two of them sat in the courtyard, and Yingmo cast a spell on her, and her skirt and hair that had not dried became clean in an instant.

Fan Chen didn't notice it, because in his mind, his heart was full of Shentu Night.

She pursed her mouth. "When I come to you, you must treat me with good wine, right?"

Yingmo nodded, and then ordered someone to move out all the wine in the Damang Palace, and put it in the whole courtyard.

"Is that enough? Not enough, I'll send someone to find it. Yingmo whispered to her, very gentle.

"That's enough!" Fan Chen nodded, picked up the wine jug on the table and drank wildly, without too many words, without too much sadness, the water flowed more when he drew his knife, and he raised his glass to eliminate sorrow.

Yingmo sat quietly on the side, looking at her, accompanying her, not speaking, but asking.

The twilight is dim, the remnant sun is like blood, the sky is like a gold-edged sunset, at this time it is round, radiant, dazzling eye mask like a dream, so unreal.

A scarlet sunset shone in the courtyard, and the clear blue sky was filled with large white clouds, which were as red as flames in the setting sun.

Fan Chen slowly raised her forehead, two faint crimson on both sides of her cheeks, her eyes were a little confused, and she was a little drunk.

"Yingmo, you see the clouds fluttering in the air. She whispered.

Yingmo's eyes were still staring at her, affectionate, concerned, and deeply loving.

A refreshing night breeze blew in the face, as if all worries and fatigue were put aside, and every tense nerve in the body was gradually relieved.

The wind in the sky chased, teased, and tore at the clouds.

Fan Chen looked at the sky again, the last touch of sunset has melted into the dark twilight, the sky gradually darkened, the surrounding mountains, showing a blue and white outline, the twilight is getting thicker, the earth is chaotic and confused.

She smiled bitterly. "The sunset is infinitely good, just near dusk. ”

After saying that, he raised his head and laughed.

"Hahaha......"

Laughter resounded throughout the courtyard.

Suddenly, she raised her right hand in the air.

Bang......

The flask in his right hand smashed to pieces.

She stared straight at the debris on the ground, biting her bloodshot lip tightly. She no longer knew how to cry, like a child carved out of stone, only the one that kept moving.

Yingmo picked up another flask full of wine and handed it to her.

Her eyes twitched slightly, she took the flask, tilted her head and continued to drink.

Yingmo's heart is dripping blood, he has never seen Fan Chen's appearance, the more she is like this, it means how much she loves Shentu Rin Ye, and the more this is the case, the more his heart hurts.

He had said that if Rin Ye couldn't treat her well, he would snatch Fan Chen into his hands, and this time, he would be selfish once and never let her go.

The night came again in the dazedness, the separation made the night miserable, and the loneliness made the night sleepless.

A chaotic day, empty memories, Fan Chen doesn't know if he still has a heartbeat.

The cold wind in the courtyard was bleak, a few dead trees were swaying in the cold wind, and the dim moonlight stretched the shadows of the branches swaying, which looked particularly weird.

Sadness covers up the temperature of a fine ink, wafting with a thick layer of sadness.

"How do you... Why don't you drink with me?" Fan Chen's eyes were blurred, and he asked Yingmo gently.

Yingmo frowned slightly, he didn't dare to drink, he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to control his heart after drinking, and he was afraid that he would do something he would regret, so he chose not to drink.

"You're drunk. He replied in a low voice.

Half in the bag?

Fan Chen pursed his lips and smiled. "I'm not drunk, my... My heart is clear. ”

As she spoke, she began to laugh again.

"I'm stupid! I'm stupid... I'm stupid, do you think I'm stupid?"

Suddenly, she stood up, her head was dizzy, Yingmo immediately got up to help her steady, she shook her drooping head, choked on the ground and spun around a few steps, slowly stood firm, closed her eyes tightly, her hand gently pushed Yingmo away, her head tilted up slightly, her face flushed, and her thin lips trembled.

Her face was so white that her closed eyes were filled with tears, so that her long eyelashes trembled as if they were soaked in water, and a wisp of blood oozed from her clenched lips.

Bang... Bang... Bang...

All the wine jugs on several stone tables were shattered, and the mellow osmanthus wine was sprinkled on the table and on the ground, and the aroma of wine filled the entire courtyard.

Yingmo nodded with satisfaction, and finally vented.

She bit her lip tightly, and tears dripped down the shards on the table, and then flowed down into the osmanthus wine scattered on the table, and finally, with the wine dripping on the ground.

Her hands pressed tightly to the broken bottle on the table, blood spilling out of her palms and mixing into the drink, more and more.

Yingmo was distressed and immediately held her hands in the palms of her hands, and the wound healed with a flash of white light.

"If he doesn't cherish you, don't you cherish yourself?" he whispered to Fan Chen.

Her body began to tremble, the corners of her mouth raised, a bitter smile, mixed with tears, looking so helpless. I always thought that this love could last forever, and the sea was dry and rotten, but I didn't know how vulnerable it was. And the loneliness that goes deep into the bone marrow, accompanied by a trace of sadness, creeps into the bottom of my heart. Gently falling off, like falling on a scabbed net, trying to break free, but the knot is getting tighter and tighter.

"I'm in so much pain. She whispered in a low voice, her voice was very low, the despair, the helplessness, and the longing in her eyes made Yingmo's heart feel the same way.

He took Fan Chen into his arms and let her cry loudly.

It was late at night, the moon was hiding in the clouds, and the whole courtyard was very dark.

Fan Chen had already fallen asleep in his arms, he leaned down gently, carefully picked up her feet, and then carried Fan Chen to his bedroom.

When the palace slave saw it, he immediately stepped forward to help Yingmo, but he reprimanded him, so that people were not allowed to enter the Damang Hall to disturb the mortal dust.

He gently placed her on his bed, took off her shoes, and covered the quilt.

Deep, dark ice eyes stared at Fan Chen's face. "Stay by my side, I will never let you cry, I will not make you sad. ”

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