"What happened last night was just an accident."

After a long time, Xiahou Yuan returned lightly.

"So, what is your purpose?"

Liancheng obviously didn't believe this answer.

Regarding Liancheng's questioning, Xiahou Yuan forcibly suppressed his dissatisfaction: "It turns out that in your eyes, you didn't believe me at all!" If so, why help? ”

"I'm helping you, just because ......"

"Just because, I'm like one of your old friends! But I don't understand, what kind of old man is worthy of your sincerity? I don't understand, why don't you go and find him if you don't forget it like this?! ”

Interrupting Liancheng's words, Xiahou Yuan approached step by step.

Helping out, just because of an old man like him? He really didn't like it!

Grief is overwhelming.

Looking at Xiahou Yuan in front of him, Liancheng's heart trembled, and he couldn't help but take a step back.

Looking for him?

She also wanted to find him, but there was nowhere to find him in the long world...... Because, what she read about him was not in this world at all, not in Nanliang thousands of years ago.

He and her are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers.

Just like Manju Sahua, the flowers bloom for a thousand years and fall for a thousand years, and the flowers and leaves never meet...... Love is not cause and effect, fate is destined for life and death.

The heart that has long been scarred thinks it will not hurt anymore...... But when it is torn apart and explored, it can't escape a bloody drenched after all.

In my mind, those hidden memories poured out of the nest, replaying them over and over again...... Suddenly, it became clear that he was still thinking about him like this, but he was afraid to face the facts.

Because they are destined to never see each other again.

"Are you alright?"

Liancheng, who suddenly lost his soul, made Xiahou Yuan couldn't help but worry.

Hearing this, Liancheng gradually came back to his senses.

Looking at the person who resembles that person, close at hand, within reach...... But when reality returns little by little, it is clear that the past cannot be returned after all.

With a look on his face, he was indifferent: "This is my business, it has nothing to do with you!" ”

Liancheng's alienation made Xiahou Yuan unable to describe his state of mind...... I only know that he is a little envious of the old man, and he can be so sincere.

Because of this, at the same time, there was a slight annoyance of being used as a stand-in, so there was a mockery in his words: "Is this so? So how would you feel if you let others know that the Prime Minister's son let the Assassin go for the sake of his old friend? ”

Hearing this, Liancheng, who was originally pale, did not have a trace of blood at this moment.

After a moment of silence, he slowly turned around: "What you said is very true, I am the son of the prime minister, but I am also the son of Nanliang!" This time I was negligent, for my own selfishness, and for the sake of my own selfishness, I did not distinguish between friend and foe for a while...... If there is a next time, even if you lose your life, you will not hesitate to stop you! ”

After finishing his words, without waiting for Xiahou Yuan to answer, Lian Cheng had already walked away.

Looking at his back, gradually disappearing in front of him, Xiahou Yuan clenched his fists under his sleeves.

"Bang ......"

Abruptly, the palm wind slashed fiercely at the pile of firewood.

The next moment, firewood was splashing everywhere, scattered everywhere.

Like, he's messing up his heart!

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There is a power outage at home, sorry for the late update! Because Liancheng is a man in the eyes of others, he sometimes uses this "he" ...... Like this article, remember to collect - "add to the bookshelf" o(n_n)o