An Yang, who was stunned, only felt a familiar fragrance coming, slowly raised his head, and saw Liu Zhao, who was pale but with a gentle smile, standing in front of him.

An unprecedented impulse supported him to get up suddenly, hugged Liu Zhao into his arms, and waited anxiously all night, causing the man to burst into tears.

"Liu ......, Liu Zhao!" He said hoarsely, choked up, "You're okay, it's great, it's great!" ”

Feeling An Yang's more and more hard hugs, Liu Zhao resisted a little at first, but soon, she wrapped her arms around his waist and comforted him softly: "I'm fine, I'm okay." ”

Time seemed to stand still, and the rising morning sun shone on the bodies of the two people who hugged each other, until Liu Zhao felt a warm wetness on her shoulders, she suddenly realized, this is a man with a family!

Gently breaking free from An Yang's arms, Liu Zhao smiled and looked at his amber eyes, which were still full of tears. In such an early morning, in such a bright morning sun, the gentleness of these eyes deeply touched her cold heart.

This smile was not until many years later, whenever Liu Zhao saw the winter morning sun, she would remember: once, there was such a man, with warm amber eyes, staring at her so affectionately, so that she deeply felt that love from the world.

"Don't you want to hear my explanation?" Liu Zhao left An Yang's side backwards and sat down on the chair opposite him a little tiredly.

"No matter what you explain, my answer is, Liu Zhao, I love you!" An Yang's arm still maintained the action of hugging the beautiful woman just now, and he finally said the words that had been buried in his heart, "Whether you are a human, a god, or a demon, I love you!" ”

It would be a lie to say that it is not moved. Silently bowed his head, dripping tears from his eyes onto the cotton robe.

She remembered Qi Yali's gentle and kind eyes, she remembered An Yang's warm home, and she remembered her failed marriage. These images were like a needle, piercing the passion in her heart and instantly regaining her consciousness.

"But I can't love you." Liu Zhao raised his head, and Danfeng's eyes were brightly reflected by the brighter and brighter sunlight.

"For Sister Yali, for your children, and for myself. I can't love you! Liu Zhao's voice was very soft, but every word fell on An Yang's heart like a heavy hammer, and he sat down with a dejected expression.

"Again, we're friends, aren't we?" Liu Zhao smiled softly, tilted his head, looked out the window and said softly.

"It's a friend, it's just a friend!" An Yang looked up to the sky and sighed, rubbing his face vigorously with both hands. "I'm sorry, maybe it's a bit irritating, please forgive me for being reckless!" He raised his head, and he became the gentle and elegant An Yang again.

"You can keep last night's incident a secret for me, right?" Liu Zhao raised one side of his brow, picked up the long braid on his chest, and his still somewhat white fingers stroked the ends of his black hair.

"I just want to know why, I won't say anything else!" An Yang was also curious about what happened last night, and of course he wouldn't tell anyone else, because no one would believe it unless they saw it with their own eyes.

"It all started with the day I treated Sister Yali." In Liu Zhao's gentle telling, An Yang finally knew what was going on.

"Country R, Ghost Monk?" An Yang could never have imagined that his wife's illness was actually done by Lannie.

"Lannie won't be a danger to you now, but I might be in some trouble." Liu Zhao remembered what Qiao Ben said when he was dying, they came from a sect, and there were ghost cultivators who were higher than Hashimoto's cultivation.

"I have to find the woman who escaped, and I think Lannie is likely to be in contact with her." Liu Zhao voiced her suspicions.

"This scumbag! Not only did he harm Yali for a lifetime, but he also colluded with the ghost warlock! Anyang remembered his own misfortune and yesterday's thrill, and his original disgust for Lannie turned into a deep hatred.

"You go home first, if you don't return overnight, Sister Yali should be worried!" Yesterday, An Yang left in a hurry and didn't bring a mobile phone, so it is estimated that Qi Yali had misunderstood them.

"What about Lanny?" An Yang asked uneasily.

"Her little bit of Taoism has been abolished by me, and she won't harm your family anymore, but I have some accounts to settle with her!" Liu Zhao remembered the female cultivator who had escaped, and she had to find out her identity through Lanny.

"If people don't offend me, I won't offend anyone, but if people offend me, cut down the grass and eradicate the roots!" Liu Zhao said coldly, every word with a murderous aura.

When Liu Zhao and An Yang rushed to Lannie's house as fast as they could, the Lan family was empty!

An Yang asked the Lan family's nanny and learned that early this morning, Lanny was found dead suddenly in the bedroom. And the Lan family, who were lucky, rushed to the hospital with Lanny, whose breathing and heartbeat had stopped.

"It seems that Lannie was killed by the woman who escaped." Liu Zhao was very remorseful.

He just rescued Qi Yali, who was victimized by magic, and punished Lannie, who was harmful, but led to a ghost cultivation sect that seemed to be not small.

She didn't regret saving Qi Yali, but she regretted that she shouldn't have spared Lannie easily. If she had been ruthless enough at the time, she wouldn't have caused trouble later at all.

Thinking of Xiaoqing, who was still unconscious in the space, she once again reviewed her mistakes. In the cultivation realm, if you don't make a move, you must cut the grass and eradicate the roots, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

"Liu Zhao, it's all because I caused you such a big trouble!" An Yang also understood the seriousness of the matter at this time, and his tone was full of apologies.

"Trust me, I'll take care of it." Liu Zhao didn't want to waste her time in regret, she raised her eyes, and there was confidence and strength in her beautiful eyes.

"You go home first, I'll go back and take care of my little snake too, goodbye!" As soon as Liu Zhao's voice fell, An Yang only felt that the seven-colored light flashed in front of him, and Liu Zhao disappeared.

An Yang stood in the empty living room of the Lan family for a long time, and finally a wry smile crept up the corner of his mouth, "She will not belong to this complicated world after all." He muttered to himself.

It was supposed to be more than an hour's drive from the city to Lingwu Mountain, but Liu Zhao was wrapped in a seven-colored glow and returned to his home in the mountains in just a few minutes.

After merging with Dahua, they flashed into the Roselle space together.

Xiaoqing was still lying stiffly under the snow lotus, but the color of her skin was no longer a bleak cyan, and gradually returned to emerald green.

Gently holding Xiaoqing's stiff body in the palm of his hand, Liu Zhao touched its closed eyes in distress.

Feeling the thin demonic energy in Xiaoqing's body, she knew that Xiaoqing was the same as her, but she had consumed too much and was recovering on her own.