"Still have questions?" Erlang Zhenjun showed a lazy posture that outsiders would never see, and collapsed in the Eight Immortals Chair. He first put up his index finger against He Yuting's mouth, with a warning in his eyes. "What happened tonight is still being investigated, and it is in vain to ask. I have explained everything I can about the nine girls, and I can't ask anything more. Are there any other questions? ”

He Yuting removed Erlang Zhenjun's finger. "And Peony," she just started when she saw Erlang Zhenjun's face sank. "Peony is really dead?"

"Are you still thinking about peonies?" Erlang Zhenjun's mouth squirmed, and there was a sentence in his mouth that he didn't spit out. He Yuting is now heart-to-heart with him, how can she not know what that sentence means, and preemptively explained: "I have nothing to do with Peony!" ”

"If you don't, why don't you forget him?"

"He's the first person I've met since I came into this world. I was treated well by him, thinking about how could he not do it? He Yuting spoke tactfully and calmly at first, and her eyebrows jumped as she spoke. You see, Nine Heavens...... Phew, the Nine Girls are a knot hidden in my heart. Peony is also a knot hidden in your heart, if you don't take it out to see the sun, God knows what you will look like if you bury this name in your heart? Do you have to wait until it's rotten and fermented before you take it out and quarrel with me? I'll say okay first, quarrel with me for this little thing, I'll ......" She wanted to say that she broke up, but she thought it was too unlucky to break up, so she changed her words and said: "I will bite you!" "Stay for yourself. Damn! It doesn't seem like it's the first time I've bitten him. He Yuting cautiously peeked at him.

Erlang Zhenjun snorted, and also remembered the same past. At that time, it was painful, and now I think about it and I can use it to ridicule. "Are you going to bite the flesh of the shoulder again this time?" Erlang Zhenjun shrugged his shoulders and asked rhetorically.

The burning temperature on He Yuting's face that had just faded was now rising again. "Peony, he's really gone?"

Erlang Zhenjun was silent for a while, and finally responded in a low voice: "Hmm." ”

"Are you really one?"

Erlang Zhenjun glared at her fiercely: "What, aren't you happy that he came over?" Do you want me to come together? ”

He Yuting's eyes were blurred with tears, and she shook her head. "No, of course it's best for him to get together. I was just...... I just thought it wouldn't be so early. At least, in a hundred years' time, ......"

Jiro Zhenjun gently rubbed the corners of her eyes, erasing the drop of wetness that didn't have time to flow out early. "Anything sooner rather than later. Still a hundred years later? What is the difference between living in this world sooner or later? You just feel uncomfortable because you're too confined to the world of the past and can't let go. As everyone knows, the boundary between life and death in this world is different from what you know. …… Are you in remembrance? ”

He Yuting nodded.

Erlang Zhenjunfu encircled her into his arms again and sighed: "Okay, just this once." It's really uncomfortable to eat your own vinegar. ”

He Yuting was still hazy with tears, and she couldn't help but laugh. "What eat your own vinegar? To me you are you, and peony is peony. You two are not the same person. She grabbed Jiro Zhenjun and said before he lost his temper: "Peony is just a friend, different from you. Don't mess around. ”

Seeing that she had a clear share, Erlang Zhenjun put down the mustard in his heart. He patted He Yuting's back, and for a while, he gave people a feeling of great relief. "Okay, okay," he smiled helplessly, "since it's a memorial to a friend, let's remember it together." It's not in vain that he has walked in this world. ”

Indeed, it is not in vain for him to walk in this world. He Yuting was teary-eyed. “…… He helped me heal my wounds. ”

"Hmm."

"At that time, I was seriously injured, and it was thanks to him that he found it in time and gave him some spiritual power to survive." By the time He Yuting reacted, she had already told the secret that she should hide. Erlang Zhenjun echoed softly, and the beat on his back was also regular, and he didn't seem to care too much about it. He Yuting did have a serious injury and did not return, so Erlang Zhenjun was crazy to find it for three days. At that time, Peony said that he had imprisoned Xiao Wu in the harem, and he was so angry that he lifted the entire Dihua harem...... As a result, Xiao Wu returned to the gang early, and he was not on the territory where he made a big fuss at all. The matter of rescuing him can indeed be right, no wonder He Yuting thinks of him. Erlang Zhenjun thought sourly, the rhythm of patting his back was slightly messy, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"How did he pass you the spiritual power?"

He Yuting's heart skipped a beat. It's really a pot that doesn't open and which pot to mention, and if you don't want to come, you just come to something. "Stuff me with food." He Yuting said vaguely.

"Stop?" Erlang Zhenjun seemed to be absent-minded. "What's stuffed with food?"

He Yuting remembered Erlang's sudden appearance and the look of disdain he showed when he saw her, Assasin's kiss marks. If he knew that Assasin was Xiao Wu, he was afraid that he would tear Peony's heart. No, no, no, Peony is dead. He Yuting was dripping in a cold sweat, thinking that now that he knew the truth, he would split his soul into a peony and beat him hard, and then swallow it back to return to the Yuan to become one.

Typical self hit yourself.

Thinking about it, he said, "If you find anything to eat on the way, stuff it into my mouth." The only taste He Yuting can recall is the stacked peony in the back garden. The only true flower, overflowing with fragrance, was rudely plucked by the Demon Dementor and stuffed into her mouth, stuffed to the brim.

Even Erlang Zhenjun didn't expect this, and slapped his hand on the back. "Picked it up on the road?" What could come to mind was another kind of scenario, absolutely not related to the harem.

"Well, what flowers, grass, and leaves...... Pick up as you go until you have something else to eat. It's a pity that she didn't have time to touch the food on the table, and she was blocked by Erlang Zhenjun.

Erlang Zhenjun thinks about it, it's right, it's quite in line with the nature of the peony. looked at the finely carved jade man, but he acted extremely rude and fierce. He couldn't help but chuckle and was slapped by He Yuting again. He hurriedly kissed and comforted him. "Well, I've suffered a lot."

He Yuting's eyes were hot, and she hummed in a thick nasal voice. She recalls something even earlier. "Do you remember the first time we teamed up with Peony to fight the Sky Weeping Forest?"

Jiro Zhenjun immediately laughed. "Well, the peony method is too ruthless, and it frightens both the meat T and the blood yin."

He Yuting also laughed. "As a result, they all wanted to pretend to be sick and refused to go to the appointment the next day, and Peony still felt inexplicable."

"You're late for the next day."

He Yuting giggled. The past about peonies is not so heavy, and now that I think about it, there are many interesting things. The sadness of the demise of the peony is gradually diluted.

Jiro Zhenjun took the opportunity to change the topic. "Little Wu, what was your previous name?"

"Nine Heavens?" He Yuting replied unhappily.

"The name of the queen of Xuan. After you are reincarnated, what do you use to give birth to a mortal family? ”

He Yuting left his embrace, half-raised her head and looked at him quietly. "Why did you suddenly ask about this?" Her voice was a little hoarse.

"Sometimes you don't react at all when you call Xiao Wu. Call you Xuan, and you resist. Erlang Zhenjun said. In fact, he prefers to call her Xuan'er. But after the Nine Girls appeared, He Yuting would show a more weird expression than ever when she heard the name Jiuxiao Xuan. Jiro Mako-kun gently stroked her face. There was no joy or sorrow on her face, but there was an undercurrent hidden in her black and white eyes. "You must have a favorite name in your heart now, a name that sounds more beautiful than Xuan, a name that is more familiar than the name Xiao Wu, and a name that makes you nostalgic."

He Yuting grabbed the hand that touched his face. "Don't you care?" She asked, "I'm not a Nine Heavens anymore. ”

Jiuxiao Xuan died, at the bottom of the Hell Flame Pool. There was a black shadow crawling up, although everyone said it was Jiuxiao Xuan at the time, but He Yuting knew that it was not. It was just a remnant.

Erlang Zhenjun smiled, and simply held her face with both hands and kissed her gently. He kissed a string of water droplets and sucked it clean. "Whether it's Jiuxiao Xuan, Xiao Wuqiaoqiao, it's just a name, it's your name." Erlang Zhenjun said dryly: "There are thousands of faces in a life, and they all have names." The name can be changed, but it will not change. ”

He Yuting burst out laughing. She took the initiative to kiss him on the lips and kiss away his embarrassment.

"It's the most esoteric love story I've ever heard."

"Shut up!"

"But it's the most beautiful."

“……”

"Erlang, I'm He Yuting." He Yuting chuckled, with tears in her laughter. "I'll only say the last time, you have to remember clearly - He Yuting, you should be called Ting in the future."

It seems to have been a long time ago, and she once boldly chased a few steps through the starry sky, and stammered to introduce herself: "I, my surname is He, and my name is Yuting." ”

At that time, it only took a moment to pass by, and the two became strangers.

The sky was pitiful, and they went around and around, and finally turned back to their original place.

Jiro Zhenjun picked her up and kissed her deeply.

"Please take care of me, Ting." He said, "I'm Erlang." ”