With the words of the red-clothed Qingyao, the picture turned, under a grand scene, flowers bloomed everywhere, and the black-clothed Qingyao was lying on the grass, playing with the flowers.

"He likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me, he doesn't like me, he likes me...... He really liked me! ”

"Your Highness, why don't you play such a trick of mortals deceiving themselves and taking refuge in the sky, you can count the number of petals of all the flowers in this vicinity at a glance, and the flowers you have picked are only flowers that you already know the answer to." The man in black suddenly appeared behind the black-clothed Qing Yao.

The black-clothed Qingyao turned over and looked at the black-clothed man standing in front of her, she smiled, and the little dimple was still very sweet: "Luo Chen, you really like me." ”

"Your Highness is self-respecting." Luo Chen took a step back.

The black-clothed Qingyao jumped up from the ground, and she approached Luo Chen while smiling: "If you don't like me, you won't appear, I know you best, you will never waste your time on this kind of thing that you think is meaningless, you appear, it means that you really think I am a meaningful person to you." ”

"Your Highness is naturally meaningful to me, but Your Highness is so judgmental about the relationship between men and women, which is really arbitrary." Luo Chen shook his head.

"Okay, I'll make a bet with you, from today onwards, we won't see each other again, let's see who comes to each other first, but ......" The black-clothed Qingyao bit her finger, "Because I already like you, so if I can't help but go to you after five years, it won't be counted as my loss." ”

Luo Chen: "...... It doesn't make sense. ”

"Yes, yes, I said yes, what? Luo Chen, even if I like you, I dare to bet that I won't see you for five years, and you don't dare if you don't like me? ”

"Then bet."

"Deal!" The black-clothed Qingyao smiled, but there was reluctance in her eyes.

Perhaps soon, she will reverse.

"Well, then I'm leaving......" Sure enough, she soon wanted to run away, afraid that she would regret it.

"Your Highness." Luo Chen stopped the black-clothed Qingyao.

The black-clothed Qingyao turned her head, her amber eyes were full of anticipation, as if she was begging Luo Chen to say that she liked her, and that the bet was not counted.

"Black, not for you." After speaking, Luo Chen turned around and left with the wind.

Qingyao in black: "......"

"Big bastard, black is for me!"

Since then, the black-clothed Qingyao wears black clothes every day, and even wears black clothes above the memorial service, and is secretly pointed at by the people in the clan.

"Did he come to you later? Or maybe you're going to find him? Dongfang Zitang asked.

"Five years, for us cultivators, but in the blink of an eye, maybe, we didn't even wake up from a dream," the red-clothed Qingyao seemed to be talking to Dongfang Zitang, and seemed to be talking to herself, "But for me at that time, it was an incomparably long five years." In the past five years, a lot of things have happened in the clan, and I am no longer the wayward little girl I was at the beginning, my parents are nowhere to be found, how many people are peeping at me! How can I be that little girl who doesn't want anything but wants to be Sauvignon Blanc with him? ”

Five years is really too short for her now, so short that it is really just enough time to blink an eye, but at that time she was just a little girl who was born for more than ten years, and the contradictions that had accumulated for countless years in the clan broke out at once, and it was completely too late for her to grow up like an ordinary monk and directly pressed her into what she couldn't imagine, and became an adult who was at least "one million years old" in her eyes.

"Then, he's coming for you."

"Well, he's coming for me." The red-clothed Qingyao smiled again, and with her smile, the picture continued to turn.

It was dark night, she was dressed in black and sat on the throne, the hall was empty, she gently stroked her face, she didn't take the appearance of preemptive, now she looked like she was twenty-three years old.

"He's forgotten about me, hasn't he?"

It had been nine years and he had not come to her.

"I knew he didn't like me, and the reason why he appeared at that time was only because I was his highness, and he didn't want to delay me."

She thought she would shed tears when she said this, but she didn't, her eyes were dry, as if she were a person without tears.

In the past nine years, she has changed too much, once she was willing to abandon her identity and everything for him, but now she ......

Her parents are missing, her sister was killed, she is the last bloodline of her parents, if it weren't for the fact that there are many elders in the clan to protect her, even she might have died.

How could she bear to let everything of her parents fall into the hands of those wolf ambitions? How can you know the truth about your sister's death and be indifferent?

She loved him, but she also loved her parents, even if these things became something "outside the body" in the pen of some Yashi, but it was also something left by her parents, her parents' life's work!

Choosing one of the two, she can only temporarily let go of her love for Luo Chen.

At this moment, a person suddenly appeared in the main hall, who was wearing a golden mask and wearing black clothes, looking heroic.

The black-clothed Qingyao was stunned for a moment, and then stood up, she couldn't believe the scene in front of her, and was even scared - she was afraid that it was those bastards who knew the cinnabar mole in her heart, deliberately confusing her, and seducing her!

However, she still did something that her brain did not allow, and she ran towards the masked man, running like a mortal girl in her teens, and threw herself into his arms.

"Luo Chen, is that you?" Her voice was choked.

"It's me." As if it was her delusion, his voice was no longer so cold, but with a hint of tenderness.

Seeing this, the red-clothed Qingyao paused the picture and looked at Dongfang Zitang: "Don't you think, déjà vu?" ”

Dongfang Zitang understood that what the red-clothed Qingyao said was her previous impulse to the illusion Dongfang Zijian, but she still shook her head: "Worry too much." ”

The red-clothed Qingyao raised her head and smiled, and the screen continued to play.

In the next moment, the black-clothed Qingyao took out his long sword and attacked straight towards the black-clothed man! Huge energy erupted from the sword wind, as if declaring the sword master's wrath.

And what made Dongfang Zitang feel extremely surprised was that at the age of twenty-three, Ke Qingyao burst out with such powerful energy!

"You ......"

"Shh Qing Yao motioned to Dongfang Zitang to silence first.

But the black-clothed Qingyao's sword was blocked by a giant sword, and the black-clothed Qingyao immediately recognized this giant sword: "Black iron? ”

"It's called Black Wind," the black-cloaked man's voice was rather helpless, "My Highness, I told you that black clothes are not for you. ”

The black-clothed Qingyao's pupils dilated, her hands trembled, and she reached out to take off the mask of the black-clothed masked man, but was grabbed by the black-clothed masked man's hand.

He knelt lightly and gently kissed the back of the black-clothed Qingyao's hand: "I'm late, it's just ...... His Royal Highness has worries, and the courtiers should share them. ”

After speaking, the man in the black mask threw out a head, and the black-clothed Qingyao couldn't forget the person on the head, it was her sister-killing enemy!

"Y-You killed him?" The black-clothed Qingyao couldn't help but withdraw the hand that was kissed by the black-clothed masked man, put it in front of her mouth, and breathed rapidly.

Is that person really dead? The man who became her nightmare day and night...... Actually dead?!

The man in the black mask stood up: "Although I didn't cut it myself, I was fortunate not to be dishonored." ”

The red-clothed Qingyao sat on the surface of the lake, but there was no reflection of her under the lake, she tilted her head slightly, her eyes were filled with nostalgia and sadness, but her lips were still smiling: "It's amazing, right?" He is only more than 20,000 years old, and he actually came to see me with the head of that old monster who has lived hundreds of millions of years old. ”

Although more than 20,000 years old sounds like an extremely distant number in Dongfang Zitang, compared with the latter's number, the gap is obviously large.

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PS: Today is early, I wish you all a happy Chinese New Year's Eve, and wish everyone an auspicious and prosperous Year of the Rat.

From tomorrow, the green firefly will also take annual leave.,Write to today is the 368th day of the update.,Updated 165w words.,Of which three days off.,It's been a full year.,Thank you very much for your support.。

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