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After she said this, the boy was silent for a long time.

"Friends 、、、、、、?" The boy repeated in a low voice, his expression inexplicable.

Jun Changning said that even if you are disfigured now, I will not leave you, with a serious expression.

The young man's soft petal-like lips tightened quietly. What he lost was his memory, not his IQ, so he could naturally hear the truth and falsehood of the girl's words.

For a moment, the air that breathed into the lungs seemed to be filled with intoxicating sweetness. He looked up at the dark and chaotic distance, his eyes narrowing slightly. The sound of his heartbeat bulging in his eardrums obscured the rhythm of all thoughts, and he seemed to lose his judgment at this moment, and the figure of the girl in front of him was carved into his soul and body.

"What's your name?"

"Jun Changning."

After they traveled in the mountains and rivers and let go of unnecessary temptations and prejudices, the relationship between the two of them was not as tense as they imagined. Most of the time, the atmosphere is quiet, Jun Changning doesn't speak, and the teenager doesn't speak.

As they moved further and further south, away from the center of the cultivation realm, the environment gradually changed due to the lack of spiritual veins. Afraid of causing trouble, when they were in a hurry, they mostly went to sparsely populated places, and Jun Changning also got more when he was holding the young man's waist.

One afternoon, after a short period of flying against the wind, Jun Changning let go of the young man, took two steps to the side, and whispered that he would teach him to cultivate.

The boy tilted his head and thought about it, and agreed.

Then, Jun Changning was hit.

She thinks that although her qualifications are not superb, she can also be called good, now look at the young man with an innocent expression who is sitting on a rocket, and watching him slowly but easily use the spell that she has only controlled for a month to use in only two hours, Jun Changning didn't take a breath and held it in his chest, he couldn't go up or down.

Well, heaven is never fair. As a person who has never been favored, Jun Changning hugged his knees and was sullen for a long time.

Naturally, he also missed the thoughtfulness on the young man's face, he looked at the girl meaninglessly, his eyes were uncertain, and he wanted to reach out and stroke her hair, but he retracted it halfway, staring at his palm in confusion for a long time.

After half a month of poor mountains and bad waters, they came to a clear river, about a small spiritual vein underground, where the rare water and grass are abundant, but it doesn't stop there. No matter how big the spiritual veins are, they must have been appropriated for themselves in this place. Jun Changning shook her head, no wonder the demon cultivators desperately wanted to go to Zhongzhou, the resources in this place were too scarce, and she didn't dare to imagine how fierce the competition between the monks was.

Jun Changning propped his chin, thinking about the news he heard along the way, and thought about it.

The emerald green bamboo flute was removed from the red lip flap, and the low-hanging eyelashes were slowly lifted, accompanied by the sound of the flute gradually dissipating in the air, and the unfathomable eyes quickly became clear and clear, dyed with childishness and vitality.

He turned sideways and looked up at the girl on the other side of the row.

She sits in a casual and relaxed posture, with a relaxed expression, and makes no secret of her appreciation and love for his "beauty". It's frank and unassuming, so simple that it can't be angry.

He couldn't help but draw close to her, following her example, one leg crossed, the other casually reaching into the water, and supporting his forehead with his hand.

She didn't seem to want to speak, and he stopped talking.

A lot of the time they're like that. She arranged his food, clothing, housing and transportation, he didn't speak, she didn't ask anything, it seemed that everything was taken for granted.

Sometimes, the boy could even feel that she was enjoying the silence.

And he, just as much.

In the twenty-seven years of his previous life, Jun Changning never thought that mediocrity was a mistake.

In this world, there are people who are amazingly talented, lonely and tall, and have made achievements that shake the past and the present, and there will be people who are ordinary and inactive, and become the green leaves that accompany them and are forgotten in the long river of time.

Whenever her best friend pointed at the tip of her nose and scolded her for being unproductive and not enterprising, Jun Changning would put on a look of ordinary people on the ground, how could I understand my indifferent heart to fame and fortune and eat two bowls of rice with a good appetite, and then make my best friend angry.

Now, people who think they are ordinary have an extraordinary opportunity, and they have met some proud sons of heaven who are destined to live vigorously, Jun Changning suddenly found that she was not as willing to be a passerby in these people's lives as she imagined, and she was forgotten without even an insignificant sense of existence?!!!

She turned her head to look at the young man next to her who was destined to be ordinary.

When he has the power to surpass her, it will be when he leaves her!

Jun Changning lowered his eyelashes to cover the slightly dazed sadness in his eyes, and Shang Ke's mood suddenly fell.

The young man was already sensitive, but after cultivating, his six senses became more and more acute, and he clearly felt that the aura of the person around him was dimming, and he looked back at her.

"What's wrong?"

Jun Changning pursed the corners of his lips, was silent for a while, and suddenly asked a somewhat rude question: "Do you want to know about your past?" ”

As soon as the words fell, the atmosphere suddenly tensed.

The boy did not answer for a long time.

Perhaps, this is not a question that needs an answer.

Rains began to fall in the sky, tiny splashes on the water, and boats floated along the water.

The girl in the dark blue robe and big sleeves lay on her back on the row, and the young man in the light blue shirt rested on her belly, letting the rain wet them.

"Pillow leg up."

"Nope."

"Why?"

"My neck hurts."

"Do you know the difference between men and women in 、、、、、、!"

"I treat you like a man."

"Get out!"

"Or, you treat me like a woman."

"、、、、、、 okay."

The young man looked at the pale rain curtain, and let the rain drip into his eyes without closing his eyes, and for a long time, a smile suddenly appeared on his lips.

The farther south you go, the worse the climate and environment become, the monks who come and go are dressed in strange shapes, the ragged clothes, the dirty and ugly faces, the vulgar manners, the low-level and formless words and deeds, all of which make Jun Changning wonder if he has made a mistake, are these monks?

But the aura emanating from their bodies obviously had traces of cultivation. Jun Changning's face was expressionless, but doubts rose in his heart.

What's even more strange is that they will all salute respectfully when they pass by Jun Changning and the others, and then leave quickly.

The glamorous Jun Changning and the young man walked on this realm that was said to be a demon cultivator as if they stood out from the crowd, not to mention the expected fights and dangers, not even a small provocation.

She glanced at the young man in the dark cloak, and wondered in her heart, could it be that the quality of the demon cultivators was really so high? In the face of such a beauty, he didn't look up, Jun Changning was in awe for a while.

"What are we doing here?"

"Find something."

The boy looked at her and stopped asking.