A wind blew in through the crack in the door of the mourning hall and gently lifted the white curtain. The servants of the night watch at the door were drowsy in the silent darkness.

Ouyang Lingling, who had been kneeling for two days and one night, couldn't stand the torment anymore and was persuaded by Qin Xiang to rest. It's just that she didn't go back to Xiaolou, but came to Ouyang Jian's bedroom before his death. The familiar breath made her dry eyes start to pantothenic again, and she lay on the side of the bed, alone, silently for a long time.

Maybe she was really tired and fell asleep in a daze. I don't know how long later, the night breeze blew in through the eaves of the window and hit her emaciated shoulders, and she couldn't help but shiver a little from the cold.

A warm coat gently covered her body, and Ouyang Lingling subconsciously called, "Daddy!" ”

No one answered in the darkness, and tears slipped down the corners of her eyes into the mattress, soaking large soaks.

"Alas~"

A soft sigh came from behind him.

Ouyang Lingling was stunned suddenly, and quickly turned her head to look, and when she saw Meng Jiang, a moment of surprise flashed in her eyes.

"Brother Meng!"

Subsequently, this salutation also slipped out unconsciously.

Meng Jiang couldn't bear it in the end, leaned over to look at her, gently rubbed her hair with his big hand, and coaxed softly, "Lingling, your father is no more!" You are sad, you are in pain, it doesn't help. All you have to do, and what you can do, is to grow yourself! You don't understand! ”

The surprise in Ouyang Lingling's eyes gradually cooled down, she looked directly at the other party and asked coldly, "Where have you been?" ”

Meng Jiang was slightly stunned, and the hand placed on Ouyang Lingling's head also paused. Somewhat scornfully took it back. Ouyang Lingling staggered to stand up straight, staring at Meng Jiang with unblinking eyes, and asked again, "You, where did you go?" ”

"Lingling, your father~"

"That's your father, too!" Ouyang Lingling interrupted Meng Jiang's words sharply, and the anger and disappointment in her eyes almost annihilated him. "Let me ask you, since the moment your father led you into Ouyang Castle, has there ever been a day when you have been treated badly!"

"Not yet!"

"Did you think you were an outsider once?"

"Neither!"

"Then you sue me. Why is my father's soul still at peace? Are you so ungrateful? ”

Ouyang Lingling's tears slipped down with the questioning, Meng Jiang looked at her steadily, instinctively wanted to stretch out his hand, but he clenched his fists.

"Nothing to say?" Ouyang Lingling wiped her face. He pointed in the direction of the door. "Since there is nothing to say. Then get out of here! Now that you are ungrateful, stop pretending to be kind. From today on, I, Ouyang Lingling, am alive or dead. It's none of your business! ”

"Lingling!" Meng Jiang frowned slightly, "Things are not what you think!" You don't understand at all, your father~"

"Get out!" Ouyang Lingling shouted hoarsely.

In the silent night sky, it runs through the entire Ouyang Fort. There was immediately a sound of broken footsteps not far away, Meng Jiang didn't care so much, grabbed Ouyang Lingling's waist, flew out of the window, and a few ups and downs, already out of Ouyang Fort.

After Ouyang Lingling's surprise, she was more frightened. She and Meng Jiang have lived for nearly ten years, but they have never found out that the other party's martial arts are so high.

Only the stars twinkled in the sky above the West City, and black shadows rose and fell on the eaves, and soon disappeared at the city gates.

Jiang Xiaoyu, who was extremely embarrassed, almost ran away with gratitude when he heard the sound outside. Ayin looked at Mao Qing in astonishment, and the other party just calmly rearranged the unopened underwear.

"No, what's going on?" Ayin asked with a daze.

"Are you asking about what just happened, or are you asking about something out there?" Hao Qing asked unhurriedly.

"I~" Ah Yin pointed to Mao Qing and then to the door, and finally pouted, suddenly I really didn't know what I was going to ask. When he turned around, he saw the white porcelain vase scattered on the side of the bed, and hurriedly stepped forward to take it in his hand and smell it.

"Jiang Xiaoyu's medicine?" Ah Yin immediately smelled it and said in surprise, "Qingqing, this is the medicine that Jiang Xiaoyu gave me in Luokou Town." I remember that it worked very well, and this stingy guy is only willing to take it out now! Before he comes back, I'll give you some more! ”

As he spoke, he began to untie his clothes. Mao Qing grabbed her messy little hand speechlessly and squeezed it gently, "He has already taken it for me, so keep the rest, maybe you will still use it in the future!" ”

Ah Yin didn't pay attention to the meaning of Mao Qing's words, and only lifted the corner of the placket to see the wound on his neck, but was pulled by Mao Qing.

"Don't look at it, when it thinks about it, it's fine! God won't let me die, which means that there are still things I need to do, so these injuries will definitely be healed, don't worry! ”

Ayin sat down beside Mao Qing and looked at him with some concern.

"What do you want to say?"

Ayin thought for a moment and shook his head again.

"In front of me, you don't need to think too much, if you have anything to say, just say it!" Mao Qing looked at her, with tenderness, tolerance, reluctance, and attachment in her eyes.

Ah Yin met Mao Qing's gaze, and finally made up his mind, and said, "Qingqing, am I different from you?" ”

Hao Qing smiled lightly, raised her hand and rubbed her head, and replied, "All life in the world is different. Whether mortals or immortals, they have to follow this rule. You're naturally different from me! ”

"No, I'm not talking about that. I mean, um~ Like you said, there are mortals and immortals, so what am I? ”

Mao Qingleng paused for a moment, and asked clearly, "Ayin, in your eyes, what am I?" ”

"You're naturally clear!"

"In my heart, you are naturally Ayin!"

Ayin was surrounded by his words, and felt that there was something wrong, and he felt that it made sense.

Mao Qing was amused by her frowning for a while, grinning for a while, shook her hand and said, "I ask you, if I am a demon, a god, or a demon, in your heart, what am I?" ”

"Of course it's still clear!" Ah Yin blurted out almost without thinking, and as soon as the words came out, he slowly understood the meaning of his words.

"Qingqing, do you want to say, whether I am a human or a demon, a god or a demon, I am just Ah Yin in your heart, right?" Ayin looked up at Mao Qing, her big black and white eyes had a sudden surprise, like the moon in the night sky, so bright that Mao Qing couldn't take his eyes off.

"Qingqing~" Ah Yin muttered in a low voice.

The next moment, the soft lips were kissed, and Ah Yin's eyes widened, and the face in her sight could clearly see every tiny texture.

This dream is so beautiful, so real. The beauty made her want to doubt, but she let herself indulge in it and couldn't extricate herself!

In the Yuelao Palace, in an open black box, between the three dolls, it was still empty, and even the once vague red line had disappeared! (To be continued.) )