"Alright." Mu Qian restrained his solemn expression, and his face returned to gentleness and softness, "You think about it carefully, students who need to sign up, you can come up to me." ”

The first to take the stage was Ling Luo, followed by Xuanyuan Yu, who followed her like a shadow.

Mu Qian handed Ling Luo a registration form, his eyes flashed with melancholy, and said, "Luo'er, have you thought clearly?" ”

"Figured it out." The corners of Ling Luo's lips hooked slightly, and he took the registration form from his aunt's hand without changing his face, signed his name with a brush, and handed it back, "I want to participate no matter what." ”

With Ling Luo and Xuanyuan Yu taking the lead, two students with greater courage and higher strength also stepped forward to sign the registration form.

The last one to come up is Luo Ge.

He was still wearing a snow suit, flowing like a fairy, with a warm and cold alienated smile on his face.

There were a total of five registration forms, and after Mu Qian collected them, he left to go to the principal's office to resume his life.

Ling Luo's gaze had been following Luo Ge closely, and all he was thinking about was about the High Priest of Dongchen Kingdom and the Pupil of Cangyu.

Luo Ge saw Ling Luo staring at him, the light smile on his face gradually became warm, and he nodded friendly to her.

He was no longer as emotional and entangled as he had been a few times before.

"Young Master Luo, I have something I want to ask you." Ling Luo stopped the boy in snow.

"What's the matter?" Luo Ge's voice is as good as the first snow.

Ling Luo's beautiful eyes narrowed slightly, and she asked, "The High Priest of Dongchen Kingdom, does every one of them look exactly like me?" ”

"Yes." Luo Ge's answer was extremely affirmative, and he did not hesitate, there was a faint melancholy hidden in his ice-blue eyes, "I have a portrait of my deceased wife here, do you want to see it?" ”

Ling Luo nodded.

Luo Ge took out a treasured scroll from the space ring and handed it over.

Ling Luo untied the scroll and slowly opened the carefully framed ink painting, on which the woman was dressed in a red silk gown and played the flute quietly in the shadow of the apricot blossoms in the spring sky.

This garment—

Ling Luo's heart trembled violently, she stretched out her hand, and couldn't help but caress the familiar eyebrows and clothes of the woman in the painting.

Luo Ge saw that Ling Luo's face was different, thinking that she had a sense of the woman in the painting, and became more and more sure of the fact that she was the reincarnation of his deceased wife, and the corners of her lips involuntarily hooked up a beautiful arc.

"Luo'er, if you like it, I can give you this painting."

"No, no, no." Ling Luo hurriedly refused, rolled up the painting and put it away, and handed it back to Luo Ge, with a touch of apology on his face, "She is your wife, this painting is your thoughts, or Luo Gongzi, you can keep it for yourself." ”

Luo Ge held the danqing, a wry smile appeared on his face, he didn't force it, just sighed lightly: "It's okay." ”

Ling Luo's thoughts were still stuck in the picture of the apricot blossom sky shadow beauty playing the flute, and she asked instead, "Young Master Luo, does your wife like to wear red?" ”

"Not like." Luo Gebing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she looked nostalgic, "Ah Li, she loves red very much, and she has never worn red, no matter when I see her, she will always be that beautiful red silk dress." ”

Ling Luo's heart "chuckled" again.

She remembered that she was in the temple on the top of Zhushen Mountain, on the day she was sacrificed by fire, and she wore such a red silk gauze robe.

Is it just a coincidence?

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