When He Yuting was regretting that her intestines were blue, a kind of stamina similar to wine rose up.

She staggered and grabbed a man's shoulder.

"Little Five?" The meat T who was still yelling just now looked at her suspiciously.

Xueyin said coldly: "You won't eat fifty gang tributes, right?" ”

"Shut up, bitch!"

"Who are you scolding?" Blood Yin asked with a gloating smile.

He Yuting remembered, there are two heavenly strategies here! The other, being held tightly by her shoulder. She lifted her gaze in a daze, but her eyes were shrouded in an inopportune mist. The white fog gradually thickened, and Erlang Zhenjun's face was half-hidden and half-visible in the fog.

"Wow, Little Five!" Meat T could see it, "You, you, you can't be drunk, right?" ”

"Is this wine so strong?"

"I think it's better to take her back and rest first." Brother Hua touched his bare chin. In He Yuting's consciousness, everyone's voice went up and down, up and down. She shook her head with all her might, trying to break free from the growing dizziness.

"Godwalking?"

"How is it possible?"

"Find a rope to carry her on her back and see if you can do it?"

"Then you might as well stuff her in your backpack."

“……”

“……”

He Yuting was tossed. After a while, Xueyin gave up with a sigh: "It's better to take the carriage and walk back slowly." She was too fat to fit into her bag. ”

It's not a fat problem at all, okay? He Yuting wanted to roar at them, but the misty fog in front of her dragged her to relive a morning dream.

Carter and Sister Mademo were suspended in the air, and at their feet, there was a large mirror. This time, He Yuting saw more clearly, the mirror was round, and the mirror surface was slightly rippling. The shelf of the supporting mirror is a flat triangular bracket, with three golden inlays blocking the large mirror and unable to move. Carter and Sister Daimi each hung on one of the cards, but the other card was empty, as if waiting for her.

He Yuting didn't care about this mirror and the two people standing on the mirror. She cares about the people hiding in the fog behind her. As if in response to her wishes, as soon as she turned around, she stretched out a straight hand from the thick fog.

"Ahh He Yuting was so frightened that her soul flew away.

She just thinks about it! Why really stretch out a hand? Next, it was purely a subconscious reaction - He Yuting raised her hand violently and slapped the owner of those hands.

There was a crisp sound of "pop". She lost her balance again, and fell limply between the man's stretched hands. The fog cleared, revealing a handsome face with bright red paw prints.

It's him again! Jiro Zhenjun!

He Yuting fell into his arms.

"Don't let go!" Meat T screamed nervously.

From the perspective of He Yuting looking up, Erlang Zhenjun pursed a lip line, but really obediently gave up the action of letting go. He froze, indistinctly separating He Yuting from his intimate fit by a thin slit. He Yuting's face was pressed against the armor on his chest, and his chest was a little farther away from it. One arm is firmly under her armpit, but it will definitely not touch the place that embarrasses both of them, and the other hand plays the role of pushing the separation, preventing the possibility that He Yuting's unconscious movements will shorten the distance between the two.

It's an idiot! He Yuting thought sour and astringent in her heart. Another long-ago fragment came to mind, which was so old and unfamiliar that she felt a panic -

Qionghua feast, the goddess flying flowers.

He is also dressed in armor, but his whole body is as bright as white jade, and the red phoenix is trembling and hanging down the back of his head. The surroundings were full of laughter and warblers, but he was arrogant, not arrogant and independent.

And she sat at the knees of the Emperor of Heaven and the Queen Mother, her eyes were not stained with the slightest dust, and she was alone in the middle. That feeling full of joy is still fresh in her memory.

The queen mother raised her finger and asked loudly: "Yulangjun, immortal cultivators do not seek common fate, and there are also immortal couples." Shall I take my son as your wife? ”

He Yuting's heart skipped a beat.

Erlang Zhenjun is slightly bowing his head and looking down at her. There was no warmth in his eyes, and the stars flashed in the farthest sky. "Little Five," Erlang Zhenjun asked lightly, "Are you feeling better?" ”

Yes. It was this kind of gaze without the slightest warmth that made her hate and annoy, and finally collapsed to several degrees of madness. In the drifting away of that life, she had watched his back go away. And her last hesitation stemmed from four words - did you ever love me?

And this time, she lost all her courage, so scared that she couldn't even call out his real name.

“…… Well, it's better. ”

Jiro Zhenjun withdrew his hand. There is not a bit of attachment.

He Yuting fell straight down like a kite that had lost its support. He let go of his hand after knowing the time and place, and as soon as he let go, he let people fall into the thick mattress on the carriage. For He Yuting, that heavy knock knocked back another thing that had been lost. It had been a polyp in her heart, and for a long time she had abandoned it like a piece of, and now it had become reunited with her body and soul. The empty gap in the heart was now smashed and filled, and a cold feeling rose up. Her heart turned into a cluster of icy flames that froze through the ages, just like in her previous life.

He Yuting sat up in despair, and watched Erlang Zhenjun walk into the weeping incense forest without looking back.

"Little Wu, you go back and rest first. We're going to split up here. Brother Hua smiled good-naturedly, "There is still a daily task to do." ”

He Yuting looked sideways at the outside of the carriage and ignored it. She pretended to be a little dizzy and needed time to settle, constantly erasing the previous scene that was becoming clearer and clearer in her mind. There was a gut that made her resist recalling memories of the past that did not belong to He Yuting.

Brother Hua stood on the edge of the carriage and stretched out his hand to poke He Yuting lightly to get her attention. "Stop chasing Jiro Zhenjun. He's not for you. Brother Hua persuaded in a voice that only two people could hear.

He Yuting glared at Brother Hua in astonishment. Is she acting so obviously?

Brother Hua smiled meaningfully, turned around and followed Erlang Zhenjun into the weeping incense forest.

The system sent two prompt tones, and He Yuting couldn't help but click on it after a long time.

"Player Jiro Zhenjun quits the team."

"Playboy the player is subject to withdrawal from the team."

He Yuting was silent, silent to the point of heartache. Thoughts and souls go back and forth more fiercely between the two memories. One moment she was feasting in the Qionglou, and the other she was trapped in the mechanical instruments...... Finally, the chaos returned to tranquility. Although she didn't know who Jiro Zhenjun was looking for, the woman she was looking for was not her. The arrogant woman who once sat at the knees of the queen mother had a wave of unexplained disgust in her heart. He Yuting took a deep breath and slowly pressed the little anger that had just emerged back to the bottom of her heart.

That's not the way to go! He Yuting secretly thought that she must get out of this world as soon as possible in order to stay away from the person she wants to stay away from. And there are only two ways to get out of this world, either the blackening value is full and the soul is scattered, or the blackening value is cleared and reincarnated. Soul scattering is something that is absolutely not considered, but how to clear the blackening value has a lot of connotation.

If only Carter were here. He Yuting buried her head. Carter hasn't been in touch with her since she became Little Five. If Carter was here, she could have asked for more ways to reset the blackening value. For example, how to do good deeds? What is a good thing?

Meat T and Blood Yin jumped into the car one after the other. "Take us to Taiyuan."

He Yuting looked at them gratefully. originally thought that this pair of living treasures, who were used to mocking others, would leave themselves to do another daily task, but they didn't expect them to choose to accompany them back to Taiyuan. After Rou T finished instructing the coachman, he took out another five taels of silver and handed it over. In the gang, they survive by helping tribute, and in the wild, they survive on silver. The carriage clattered.

"Little Wu, are you okay?" Meat T touched her forehead worriedly, "It's ugly." ”

Xueyin sat in front of the door and asked out of curiosity: "Is it because the wine has too much stamina, or do you really think of something by chance?" ”