"Forget the dust, what do you think I should do now?" The man asked a little confused and a little uneasy, Prisoner Zhan just picked up his hair casually today, and did not carefully pull it with a hairpin, so there are still some green silks scattered at random, with an indescribable enchantment.

"It's been half a year, and Wanyu's injury should be healed." Forget the dust and said unhurriedly, he knew the concerns of the prisoner at the moment, but the demon world was not what it used to be. If it is not eradicated as soon as possible, it will only become a worry for the divine realm. And the prison war will not allow this kind of thing to happen.

"Really? You said she didn't want to leave in the first place, did she hate me? I always felt that she was complaining about me for not wanting to leave and return to the divine realm with me," Prisoner Zhan's voice was a little soft, with cautious sadness.

A sigh suddenly appeared, and he heard the sound of flowers blooming. Suddenly looked up, but it was not the person he wanted to see. Pursing his lips and speaking in a cold voice with a cold face, "What are you doing here?" "

"I'll tell you, she probably remembered everything." The owner of the flower room smiled, as if with a little evil and a little banter. The cold words smashed over, and the prisoner Zhan thought carefully about the meaning of his words, and suddenly laughed.

"Really? But I don't think the master of the flower room will come to tell me so leisurely, it's just bluffing. She had forgotten the past, even if she really remembered it. That's the love I have with her that I never forget. Forget the dust and look at him suspiciously, the prisoner rarely has such a profound defense.

He explained, which means that he cares. What did those past represent, but remembering the ignorance of the prisoner and the warlord when he jumped Lechuan, Wangchen's heart suddenly cooled, and he had to repeat the mistakes of the past again, he wasn't sure if he had the courage to sit idly by.

"It's just a matter of time, I didn't expect the Prisoner Warlord to be so alive now. Even your own wife has to be raised by others, I heard that you once went to the demon world and wanted to bring her back, but in the end you came back alone. "

A bewitcher-looking man, he looks so neat. Even Forget Chen couldn't hold back the anger in his heart, and the prisoner Zhan seemed to be chewing on his words. He smiled and spoke.

"When did the master of the flower room be so generous to take care of the affairs of our husband and wife, I just thought about her and let her live in the demon world temporarily, the master of the flower room cares so much about the wife of the deity. Could it be a misdelict attempt? "

The prisoner looked at the person in front of him unhurriedly, although he was also handsome in the god realm, but the master of this flower room was a well-known demon. A gesture is as warm as jade, like a spring breeze and rain.

When the owner of the flower room heard this, he only smiled faintly. "The wife of the Prisoner Warlord is indeed the first beauty in the divine realm, but I am not interested in her. It's just that she is very much like my old friend, and the deity is more busy. If the Prisoner Warlord really loses her, the deity will naturally dismantle this Prisoner War Hall to atone for your sins. "

Forget the dust and can't help but break out in a cold sweat, these two can quarrel when they almost meet recently, but the owner of the flower room is no longer in seclusion, and can always be seen. It seems that he has an unbreakable knot in his heart for the prisoner war master, and he has nothing to do to come over to block it.

The prisoner warlord is not a person who is angry, so he naturally has to get it back every time. Fortunately, the two of them didn't fight, but they were just quick to talk. However, they are already under pressure to forget the dust in the middle, but they never take care of outsiders.

"Atonement?" A slight chill ran in the hearts of the people who looked at the prisoner's cold gaze, and he had endured the attitude of the master of the flower room for a long time, but he would not endure it forever.

"The master of the flowers is serious, if you are really idle and have nothing to do, it is better to plant peach blossoms. As for my family affairs, it's not the turn of the master of the flower room to ask. The owner of the flower is so charming and enchanting, why hasn't he married now? "

Forget Chen couldn't help but secretly admire, dare to confront the master of the flower room like this, looking at the entire god realm, there is only one prisoner and war master. We all know that the master of the prison war is notoriously decisive in killing, and the master of the flower is famous for his demonic methods. Even if someone admires it, it depends on whether there is that blessing.

"Probably scared, after all, the deity is born to make people jealous. Even if you are a woman, you have to weigh whether your appearance matches. After all, finding a love match, it is quite difficult for the deity to be talented and beautiful. "

The owner of the flower room was not ashamed and ridiculed each other. The hand hanging by his side was slightly clenched, and he smiled when he heard this, "It's better to go to Si Ming, he likes the beauty of adults the most." "

Forget the dust with a helpless face, and mourn silently for Si Ming. This kind of thing is a headache for the boss.

"It's really good, that deity has returned to the Peach Blossom Land first."

"No." Prisoner Zhan silently sent two words, turned to look at Forget Chen, who had been by his side, with deep eyebrows.

"Didn't you let me secretly go to the Demon Realm to visit your daughter-in-law again?" Forget the dust with a bitter gourd face, and want to cry without tears.

Prisoner Zhan frowned and chuckled, "It seems that Forget Chen doesn't want to go, why don't I send you there, and then send Yin'er to you for easy contact, so that you can send me letters every day." It also avoids the fatigue of traveling. "

This kind of thing of sending sheep into the tiger's mouth can only be said by the prisoner war lord so lightly, forgetting the dust and bowing his head. Whoever let him cultivate is not enough, he can only give a hand to the prisoner and the warlord.

"No, I know what to do." Forget Chen turned to leave, and without thinking about it, he knew that he was going to the Demon Realm. The prisoner smiled, looking at the bright sky, thinking about the woman.

The first time he met her was in Xinghe, when she said that the starry sky was beautiful and liked the depth of the starry sky. Now that I think about it, I just smile helplessly, the galaxy is still the same, and things are not people. From the separation to the present, he will always think of her at night, her laughter, her tears, her face, everything about her, their past that cannot be abandoned, biting his heart little by little.

Coming back from the Demon Realm, he never really smiled. He checked everything about Wanyu's gods, and also checked all the stories of the goddess's soul being scattered. It turned out that everything was such a coincidence.

Coincidentally, he met her, fell in love with her, gave her heart, and gave her life, She is the woman who was once loved by Prison Zhan and irreparable with the mistakes of her life, he once watched her disappear, and heard her words that were cold and cold, and there was no need to say goodbye.

But the entanglement of fate, they can never be gone. When I see her again, even if she changes her face and forgets everything, she will still remember that she likes to fight prisoners.

They love each other again, stay together again, and treat each other as the only one again.

"Ahh If you weren't her, would you love me forever and ever? No one gave him an answer, and he couldn't afford to guess the answer. The most ridiculous thing has happened, and he has long since had no way back.

It's just the forgotten past. If Wanyu really thinks about everything, will she still guard herself like she does now until the end of her life. Moreover, now, Wanyu is not by her side, she is in the hands of Demon Venerable Qingchen.

The Demon Venerable treats her no worse than he treats her.

In a trance, I remembered the wine she buried under the tree that day, saying that she was going to drink it together on the wedding day. It's just that something happened on the day of the wedding, and he hasn't been able to bring back his bride until now.

An unprecedented sense of powerlessness swept through his body, and the prisoner looked at the phoenix bone fan in his hand. The fan carved from the phoenix bone is the masterpiece of the goddess Xiaoming, and he holds this fan, and his heart seems to be torn apart.

Little by little, something fell on his cold palm, and he looked up to find that it was the season of heavy snow again. The winter in the divine realm is not as cold as the mortal world, but when I think of those years in the mortal world, my heart can't help but warm up.

At that time, he didn't need to weigh the pros and cons, because he only loved her with all his heart, and she could give her the whole world, such an infatuated and persistent woman, he had never seen it, and she was the only one.

Carefully taking out the aged wine, the heavy snow was inadvertently covered, and he swept away the thin snow. Gently took out the aged wine, remembered her delicate appearance back then, and unconsciously bent the arc.

I don't know if she can see the same snow in the demon world on such a winter day. Without the company of people, even the figure is much lonely, and the snow in the courtyard is falling. He was covered in snow and casually took out the wine cup of the old year.

It was she who carved it for him, and the patterns and patterns were all the ones he liked. The prisoner smiled lowly and drank the mellow wine in his glass. If she returns and finds that the wine is empty, I wonder if she will blame herself for stealing her wine.

It's just that in this kind of weather, for no reason, you will think of her cold appearance. There was a pain in my heart, and there was some indescribable itching. The prisoner frowned, and the wine poured from his head fell into the tip of his heart, slightly bitter.

If she returns, remember everything. Will they forget those pains, and if they do, will they be able to reconcile as before?

"Ah, I love you." The drunken man muttered, his face still had a sad look, and the snow stained his eyebrows, but the look in his eyes seemed to be drunk but not drunk, and he looked more and more confused.

It had been a long time since he had seen her, so long that he couldn't remember how she had left. Will his aunt disappear like this one day, the unprovoked fear in his heart. For a momentary hesitation.

"Why did you suddenly think of drinking, I remember that you didn't like to drink before." Forget Chen took his wine with some displeasure, and frowned at his expression.

He didn't look very happy, at least in the eyes of Forget Chen, the prisoner Zhan had a somewhat decadent look today. It's never been seen before.

"I just suddenly remembered this jar of wine, so I tried the taste." The prisoner didn't care about the Dao, and his heart tingled slightly. As if remembering something, he asked softly. "How's Ayu?"

This familiar question again, Wangchen rubbed his eyebrows, and he was not sure whether to answer. However, looking at the stubborn look of the prisoner war lord, he also knew that he could never escape.

"Her condition has recurred, and the Demon Venerable looks very irritable, and she has already killed more than ten witch doctors." The prisoner's expression also tightened. He knew that Qingchen would never kill innocents indiscriminately, if not in anger.

"How can it be repeated all of a sudden? It's not that it got better some time ago. The prisoner asked, puzzled. His heart grew uneasy, as if it was about to devour him.