Seeing Mr. Luo walk away, I went back to the wing.

I saw Ming Beilin sitting on a circle chair with a gloomy face.

This expression is really murderous, if I don't know him, I will definitely be frightened by this expression.

"This table isn't broken, is it? God, this wood is precious. I walked up to him, stretched out my hand, and touched the desktop he had just shot: "It's okay, it's okay, it's not broken." ”

"Chu Xiyan, you're very noisy." His somber expression softened slightly.

I looked at him and reassured, "How can you believe this story?" Just like before, Miss Gao's story is not the same, the truth of this matter should only be known to the parties themselves. ”

Beilin was silent, with loneliness in his eyes.

"Shenjun, you yourself should know best, don't you? Why do you even need to listen to the story? "I thought, could it be that Beilin wants to know what other people think of him? But it's not right, his self-styled personality shouldn't care what others think of him at all.

So, why did he want to ask others about his past?

"I don't remember." Beilin lowered his eyes and said quietly.

"What?" I looked at him suspiciously.

"The memory of the eternal night is extremely vague, like a dream, I only know that I have fallen in love with a mortal woman, her name is Xia Yongye, but that's all." Beilin said lonely.

I listened and was a little surprised, he didn't remember?

"Perhaps, then, Mr. Storyteller?" I think, maybe what Mr. Luo said is also a little true?

"Impossible, this Shenjun has never killed female dependents, Meng Po Zhuang, all of them are women, this Shen Jun is absolutely impossible to slaughter, killing seventy-two people in Meng Po Zhuang is just nonsense!" His face turned pale.

"That's what he said was wrong, don't be angry." As I spoke, my gaze fell on the red robe of the Stygian Beilin.

I didn't look at it seriously before, but today, I took a closer look, and the top and bottom of the robe were not embroidered with any patterns, but the needlework at the corners of the clothes was sewn very well, and it was clear that the girl who sewed this robe must be a clever man.

"Is this really the wedding robe that you, Shenjun, wore when you got married?" I looked at the dazzling red robe and asked in a low voice.

Instead of answering, he stood up and walked out of the chamber.

After coming out of Wanyanzhai, Ming Beilin stopped talking, and we went back to the home of the elder Gao in Tonggu Lane.

Elder Gao hadn't come back yet, but it was already dark.

I went to the back kitchen to boil a pot of porridge, prepared some side dishes, and brought it to the hall.

"Shenjun, come out and get something to eat." I walked to the door.

I saw that Ming Beilin was sitting cross-legged on the bed meditating luck, I called a few times, but he didn't respond, presumably because he didn't have any appetite.

So, I picked up Mei'er in the chair and fed her some food, her appetite was much better than the previous day, and she was looking at me with round eyes.

There seemed to be a faint sadness in her eyes, which she had never had before.

"Mei'er, do you miss Zhuo Gongzi?" I asked, stroking her head.

Mei'er nodded slightly, then rested her head on my arm, and let out a sad whimper from her mouth.

However, as she is now, it is difficult to get out of the hospital, let alone go to the priest to see Zhuo Xingchen.

Moreover, Xiao Ce wants to kill us, Zhuo Xingchen should also know, right? They are a group, so Mei'er will never see him again, otherwise she is afraid that her life will be in danger.