No, even if he was Ling Tianyu, so what?

She is not Gu Qianxi, nor is she the eldest lady of the Yan family, she is just her, just Yan Qingrui, she does not have the life of five hundred years ago, and she does not have the life of others, she only lives her own life. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

So, what does Gu Qianxi's love have to do with her?

Before she could speak, there was a sudden thud and something fell to the ground.

Baili Xiufeng turned his head, and as he turned around, Yan Qingrui also saw it, only to see Shangguan Qianyu standing there in a daze, the sword in his hand falling to the ground.

His eyes were sad and sad, and he glanced at her faintly, and his body was together and he left in a gloomy manner.

His back was so lonely, so lonely, like a heavy hammer, slamming into Yan Qingrui's heart.

She understood that at this moment, she was lying on the bed of Baili Xiufeng, not moving or resisting, and she had responded to a word, and everything fell in Shangguan Qianyu's eyes and ears, it must be a different situation.

Originally, she didn't have any feelings for Shangguan Qianyu, but when she saw such a bleak back, a strange feeling rose in her heart.

Some are sour, some are astringent, some are unbearable, some are uncomfortable, and some are ...... Worry......

Yan Qingrui felt a dull pain in her heart, looking at Baili Xiufeng's face, looking at his slightly meaningful eyes, she closed her eyes suddenly.

No, no.

None of this is right.

She opened her eyes suddenly, ignoring the face of Baili Xiufeng, who was close at hand, and said coldly: "Tianji, you old bastard, if you don't let go of me, I will not only burn Tianji Tower, but also destroy Shadowless Valley!"

It's also strange to say, with her loud voice, Baili Xiufeng is gone, the palace is gone, Yan Qingrui only felt dizzy, and when she opened her eyes again, she found herself lying on the grass, and the row of white stone paths stretched far away, I don't know where it leads, but in front of her, there is that door.

Yan Qingrui got up, walked to the door, pushed hard, the door opened, and into the eyes, it was a small patio in the Tianji Building, a deep and bottomless pool.

At the stone table over there, the old man of Tianji sat leisurely with white beard, white eyebrows and white hair.

Yan Qingrui walked over.

The old man of Tianji smiled at her leisurely, smiled meaningfully, and said, "Ask your own heart, can you get something?"

Yan Qingrui wrinkled her eyebrows, and she said coldly, "What do you want to say?"

The result?

Nothing.

The old man said: "The realm of asking the heart, people are in the phantom, asking their own hearts, unless there is already a result, otherwise it will not come out." Since you can come out, you naturally have already had results!"

Yan Qingrui said: "There is no result!"

The old man of Tianji looked at her carefully, and saw that her expression was indifferent, revealing a trace of anger, but she was calm and self-controlled, with dissatisfaction with him in her eyes. He couldn't help but be stunned, this was indeed not the look that came out after asking his heart, could it be that she actually broke through her state of mind halfway and walked out?

Mo Shang Zixuan said that he could break the Eye of Bodhi.

She can also break through the bitter Yucha's life hardship, and at this moment, the state of asking the heart also came out faster than he expected.

The old man's eyes couldn't help shrinking, isn't this little girl too terrifying?

However, in this way, it is indeed in response to that person's inference.

Yan Qingrui looked coldly at the white-bearded, white-haired, white-eyebrow man in front of her, and said, "Uncle, how many tricks do you still have, can you use them together?"