Hum! The proprietress standing in the dark place in the Xuanji Pavilion snorted twice, her eyes were raised, and her smile was fully revealed. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The two descendants of the Lan family have very bright brains, but they are not very similar to the stereotypical and wooden master of the Lan family. His voice is quite similar to his husband, but his face is not similar at all.

Come to think of it, this child has always been by the Master's side, and has also undergone a lot of hardships.

Oh, yes... The proprietress looked away and put away the smile on the corner of her mouth. The master has always been so cruel to his apprentices. What's more, these children who were taken away were not his apprentices, they were just pawns arranged by him...

I don't know, how is Heng'er?

In the huge demon palace, there is no one to accompany him, can he want to see his mother?

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At the top of this tower, the proprietress is alone. No attendant was allowed to come up and disturb him, and if there was an emergency, the attendant would just stand at the bottom and report aloud. This is the place where she pours out her feelings to miss her old friend, think about the past, and look at her son from afar.

The high places are cold, and here is the highest and farthest. The cold air in front of him seemed to be like floating clouds around him. In the absolute silence of this high place, the proprietress raised her ears slightly, and her heart was clear.

"Don't hide when you come, like you've done something unseemly!"

The proprietress said lightly, her tone was extremely natural, like welcoming an old friend. But the sarcasm is very sharp, and it is like just talking to an indifferent enemy, and the emotions are full of anger.

"Your six senses are truly extraordinary, and no matter how much I try to hide it, I can't escape your ears. No wonder back then, the national teacher valued you the most..."A deep voice sounded behind him.

"Dead old man! You mentioned him to me again! The proprietress turned around and didn't have a good look on her face: "Mention it again, go out!" ”

Looking at the proprietress with an angry look, the owner smiled so hard that his eyes narrowed into a slit: "That's it, that's it, don't mention it, don't mention it..." ”

The proprietress rolled her eyes, as if she didn't want to bother with him anymore, turned away, and looked at herself.

"You are the master of the Heavenly Chosen Garden, you always sneak to the top of my Xuanji Pavilion, you are old, and you don't know how to be ashamed!" The proprietress was sarcastic and merciless.

"I... I wrote you another letter..."The owner of the Heavenly Chosen Garden beside him didn't care about her ridicule, but was a little cowardly, and his voice was slurred, revealing the extreme lack of confidence in his heart.

He looked to be over half a hundred years old, and he was full of luxury. Born with a square face, his eyebrows and eyes are also very upright. These facial features are a little dull, and there is a strong contrast with the spirit of the proprietress in the flow of eyes. Dressed in simple and unpretentious clothes, he looks no different from an ordinary old man, and contrasts with the proprietress in blue clothes and jade pendants next to him.

"Write again? Who told you to write again! Don't look! The proprietress was furious.

"If you don't look at it, I dare to write..."The owner of the garden bowed slightly, and his cheeks seemed to be blushing.

As he said to himself, he took the letter out of his bosom, took a few steps forward, moved the flower pot that was placed on the railing in front of the proprietress a little, and carefully pressed the letter to a corner so that it would not be blown into the air by the cold wind.

On the green branches in the flower pot, a drop of morning dew stagnantly condensed on the tip of the leaf, wanting to fall but not falling.

"It's cold, if you want to stand here, you have to wear a few more clothes..."The gardener's voice was soft and low.

"I don't have to worry about you!"

The proprietress replied unceremoniously, which made the owner even more flustered: "No matter what... Whatever—" His voice seemed to be humbled to the dust.

In an instant, he seemed to be firm again, and said again: "Whether I care about it or not... I can leave it alone, but you have to wear more. If you are not in good health, it is good for others to catch a cold and take a decoction, and you will have to drag it out for ten days..."

"Heart disease still needs heart medicine, and the next time the Demon Venerable comes out, your mother and son will meet, and you will have a lot of fun..."

The proprietress pursed her lips and stood at the forefront of the top of the tower, listening motionlessly, without any reaction, and the owner could not see her expression.

"The Demon Venerable is young and strong, and the child has been strong since he was a child, so it should be no problem. The rumors in the Holy Capital, don't take it to heart..."

Listening to the nagging words of the owner next to her, the proprietress pursed her lips, which were no longer bloody, and she glanced at her eyes and said, "I'm tired, please go back!" ”

If the proprietress treats the attendants of Xuanji Pavilion, or those rich children who she looks down on, she always puts on a crisp and pungent demeanor. Then she is even more cold to the owner. The more he treats her and the more guilty he feels, the more she is full of hatred.

These past events have always been the sorrows she can't let go of, and the thoughts she can't let go.

Hearing that the proprietress had sent him away, the owner sighed lightly.

He didn't know what to say to her, for more than 20 years, he was always so stupid, except for pleading and apologizing, he never once could coax her to laugh.

The owner of the garden stood behind the proprietress and saw that her temples were like smoke, and her neck was better than snow, and she was still as beautiful as she was back then, and she could not be defiled.

"I'm leaving...", I wanted to say something, but my voice was suffocated, and I immediately stammered. What more can I say? It's better to leave early and let her vent alone.

The garden owner laughed at himself helplessly, turned around and walked away a few steps, picked up the light gong from the top of the Xuanji Pavilion, and suddenly flew away.

The proprietress raised her hand and quickly wiped it under her eyes, there were tears in her palms, she raised her head stubbornly, let the cold wind dry the tears, and looked into the distance.

Demon Venerable Retreat, Demon Venerable Retreat, every time she went to the Demon Palace to ask to see Demon Venerable, she got this answer. The said period for leaving the customs is coming soon, but there is talk of postponing the exit. A mother who wants to see her own son has become so difficult now.

If my husband is still alive, and Xuanji Pavilion is admired by the world, how can I let people bully my mother and son so much...

The cold wind blew, and there was a gurgling sound on the railing on his side. The letterhead, which had been carefully pressed under the flower pot, was being lifted by the wind, and was screaming restlessly.

In the past, the letterhead that the dead old man gave himself was either destroyed by himself casually, or he was thrown aside and ignored.

In fact, the proprietress has not never seen it. Since the first time he wrote to himself, he has read a few of them. But in every letter, none of them is his repentance for the events of the past, his confession to himself, he hopes that he can forget the past, open his heart, and open his heart. But it's so easy to say!

He says this in every letter, he complains like this, so has he forgotten the past? Did he open his heart?

The past cannot be forgotten by anyone. On that night as dark as the abyss of the region, too many things happened, and the fate of many people was rewritten, many people lost their lives because of it, and many people, life is better than death.

How ruthless are those who go, and how merciless are those who remain! The pain and suffering of the living may not be as painful as that of a dead person.

Thinking about it, the proprietress once again filled her eyes with tears, but the corners of her mouth were tightly pursed, resolute, as if there was hatred. She reached out and lifted the letter from the bottom of the pot with her snow-white, trembling fingers. Before he could take it apart, he gritted his teeth and tore it in half.

The proprietress crumpled the letter in her palm vigorously, tightening her lips.

He thought he was sincere, he thought that after years of care, he could exchange my husband's life and my family reunion?

He thinks lightly!

I'm going to make him guilty for the rest of his life, no! One life is not enough, and the next life will make him feel guilty and uncomfortable!

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