The pale defense did not get half a reaction from Anyang.

"Heart Moon ......"

"She doesn't want to see you," Ye Zhanyun approached indifferently, the sword in his hand was cold, "Ji Yanshu, what you have done is what you have done, you should understand the meaning." ”

Ji Yanshu was stunned suddenly, and wanted to do something more, so he pushed him out directly.

With the sound of the door closing, he heard An Yang's choked cry, "Master, I'm scared ......"

Sadness suddenly swelled up in his heart, and the meridians of his whole body seemed to freeze inch by inch, cutting off all warmth.

The man who once liked to set his eyes on him, who liked to call him Yan Shu in a proud tone, never wanted to see him again......

Returning to the Demon Sect alone, Luoyun Pavilion is vaguely still the same as it was at the beginning. Dragging his steps heavily, he walked in step by step, only to find that this place had become cold and lonely because there was no Anyang.

Fingers touched the corner of the table, touched the window lattice, and the things that I had not paid attention to before fell into my eyes little by little

At this moment, he found out that some clever objects had been replaced by Anyang one after another. Frames embossed with plum blossoms, long strings of crystal clear tassels, and white ...... all over the wardrobe

Sitting down on the bed in a gloomy manner, his gaze fell everywhere, but these clear sights made him feel uncomfortable.

The person he was looking for had been with him from the beginning, but he had never found it, but he had taken a closer look......

No, it's not.

Even if he saw it, he would only think that Anyang did it in order to please himself

Choked with bitterness welling up in his throat, he closed his eyes in a dejected manner, his hands pressed tightly above his head.

What should he do to get Anyang back again......

But An Yang's frightened and frightened gaze, as well as the irretrievable past, made him lose the courage to work hard for the first time in his life.

[System: 5555, Ji Yanshu's decadent appearance makes me look so uncomfortable, he doesn't dare to come at all. If this continues, what will we do with our task? 】

An Yang looked at Ye Zhanyun, who was sleeping beside him, raised his eyebrows and said: [If the mountain doesn't come, I'll go there. But now, I now want to know what Ye Zhanyun looks like, it is worth hiding from this world! Staring at the hazy mosaic, I almost couldn't hold it anymore! 】

[System: ...... The head of the Lingxiao faction must have a decent face, and there is absolutely no Ji Yanshu to bring energy! 】

[Anyang: You don't understand, this mysterious feeling is completely a successful marketing method, and it is rare for Sister Ben to have the motivation to stay here. 】

Since the last time Ji Yanshu left the Cloud Palace, Ye Zhanyun vomited blood from his mouth, and his body was even worse day by day.

In the dead of night, An Yang's voice suddenly sounded in his head, [Host, Yan Qingzhu is here. 】

An Yang looked at the empty sky shrouded in dark clouds outside the window, and immediately became energetic, [At this time, the god came mysteriously, and it seems that a new plot is about to be triggered. 】

[Anyang: Tong'er, let's have a live broadcast. 】

Ye Zhanyun sat cross-legged in the room, and the immortal aura around him was like a mist in the early morning, as if it could be dispersed with a light blow.

"It's already like this, and you're still not going to make a decision?" Yan Qingzhu sat opposite, after a few days of hard work, he seemed to have aged a lot, "When the old head of the immortal went, he was a hundred at ease with you." But now in such a crucial matter, how can you ......?"