Yang Jian looked at the grief-stricken Yang Can and felt distressed, "Can'er, I, don't you be like this, okay?" I admit that it's wrong for me to fall in love with someone else, even if I'm no longer the kind of lover between you, you will always be my brother, I promised you, have you forgotten? ”

Yang Can didn't want to remember at all, pointed to this empty place, and said: "Yang Jian, our home can't come back, and our love can't go back to the past, how can you let me think that all this has never happened, and accept your brotherhood." Since we have chosen to let go of each other, it is natural that we should break it clean. If it weren't for the fact that he still had a memory, how could Zhao Yanxing let go so resolutely.

Perhaps because he couldn't accept his empathy and love, Yang Can would rather deceive himself and put all the fault on others.

On the hill of Xinghua Village, the smoke rises on time again, and every day on time, there will be a handsome man dressed in ordinary clothes, carrying a basket of firewood, and sometimes carrying hunting game to the village to change some necessary daily necessities.

"Brother Ling, I haven't seen you for a long time, I thought you followed that man to enjoy life in the big city." A delicate-looking girl, wearing a simple cloth shirt, her cheeks were slightly red, and she said sweetly and softly.

It is no secret that he saved Zhao Yanxing in Xinghua Village in the early morning, after all, the amount of things exchanged has increased, and there will always be people who go up the mountain to chop firewood and hunt, and they must not be able to hide it.

One day, the people on the mountain suddenly stopped coming down, and everyone wondered if they had followed the people who repaid their kindness into the city in the early morning to enjoy the blessings. The girl was sad for a while at the thought that she might not come back in the early morning, and when she suddenly saw the morning come back, it was as if the dark clouds had lifted and the sky was clear.

"No, I just went out for a walk, and I'm not coming back." Ling Chen smiled, explained two sentences, changed things, and went up the mountain again.

The red dust world is like floating clouds, and Ling Chen does not want to have too deep a relationship with it. Yang Jian and Xianche have found happiness each, and he has nothing to worry about, in this simple deep mountain, being a free and carefree half-immortal is the life he wants.

After returning in the early morning, everything was as usual, and the feeling of being targeted in Xian'an City returned. Introspection in the early morning, low-key and simple, never offended anyone, but the shadow-like thing is menacing, and the sense of uneasiness emanating from the inside out is getting stronger and stronger.

In order not to bring unnecessary harm to the villagers under the mountain, I didn't go down the mountain again in the early morning, and picked some wild vegetables every day to fill in the five internal organs temple, which was enough.

Now that he was out of the crowd, there was nothing dark or clear. He's waiting, waiting for the other party to take the initiative!

Tianxue hid near the thatched hut in the early morning, looking for a suitable opportunity to start, time was tight, in case Yang Jian suddenly appeared, ruining her good thing, it was not easy to find another opportunity, but this early morning was a half-immortal, and people were very vigilant, it was not easy for her to find a chance to start.

Tianxue ambushed beside the thatched hut in the early morning, observed for a while, and found that there was nothing to do in the early morning except for picking herbs, dragging weeds, chopping wood, and hunting, and every day was dull and boring, I really don't know how he could get by.

The affairs in the demon world have been taken over by the magic night, demon cold, and magic stone that have come back from the sullen back, and the demon qiang, who is too busy to breathe, can finally press the pause button to take a break, and has plenty of time to accompany Nezha.

It's just that Nezha has been seriously depressed recently, and he ignores Moqiang, who has always been a stuffy gourd, and has made a lot of progress since he came back from walking around the human world, but this little bit of progress is far from enough for Nezha, and he can't figure out his mind at all.

In the usual magic night, he had already come up with ideas for Moqiang to settle Nezha, but Moqiang was half a body shorter and came to ask for advice with an open mind, and he ate a closed door.

Mo Han criticized the fold, coldly glanced at the aggrieved Mo Qiang, and then lowered his head and continued to be busy, Mo Qiang looked at the sky speechlessly, if he could be careful, he could find that the Mo Han was inconsistent with the usual state, a pair of cold eyes stared at the fold, turned a page, signed a name, threw away, took a new one, turned a page, signed a name, and the cycle repeatedly, it was obviously a mechanical action, which was just logical in his body.

As for the magic stone, he can't do copywriting, so he can only use force, lock himself in the tempering on time and on time every day, recruit his personal subordinates, and take turns to fight.

Demon Qiang leaned against the door, his brow slightly wrinkled into waves, and he turned around decisively and left. The violent demon stone god horse, he didn't want to come forward to experience it, thinking about the past, it was all bitter tears.

Nezha squatted in the room, the door did not go out of the door, immersed in his own world, no matter how Moqiang called him, he just couldn't hear it. The matter of choosing to resurrect Yang Can in the early morning was like a fish bone stalk in his heart, which he couldn't pull out or swallow.

"Nezha, if you have anything on your mind, just tell me, don't keep everything in your heart, if there is anything unpleasant, just vent it on me." Mo Qiang sat next to Nezha, carefully moved the seat under his buttocks, gently and gently grabbed the white and tender little hand, and said flatteringly, his movements were a little stiff.

At a glance, it can be seen that men just don't often do this kind of flattering thing.

Nezha retracted his little hand, lazily raised his eyes, and lowered it again, humming sullenly. Demon Qiang didn't understand what Nezha was thinking in his heart at all, and he was about to collapse in ignorance.

The magic night dealt with the copywriting, and the more he dealt with it, the darker his face became, and he seemed to hide countless grievances in his heart, threw down the magic pen, and ran out the door. Before Demon Qiang could say a second sentence, Demon Night broke into the door, took Demon Qiang's hand and walked out.

In the backyard of the Demon Palace, Mo Han was already drinking wine while waiting for them to come.

Demon Qiang's brain is big, these people have only been back for a few days, and they have gone on a collective strike, no, the magic stone has never been to work at all, and it seems that no one has been seen.

"Demon Han, why are you alone, the magic stone?" Mo Qiang sat down opposite Mo Han, twisted the flower bones on the table and put them on the wing of his nose and sniffed, "Today this is a change of taste, change to drink flower wine?" "It's still freshly brewed.

The personal subordinates of the magic night stood aggrievedly under the tree, with the smell of pollen.

Before Mo Han could answer, a certain Cao Cao had already come with a murderous face, "Drinking, why didn't anyone think of inviting me?" The magic stone patted the dust on his palm, picked up the wine glass and poured it into his stomach.

Demon Qiang was a little angry, "You guys one by one, every time you come back, it's because you have an awkward relationship with a man, and the Demon Realm has become a place for you to take refuge." "He was the only one who came back and was brought in to do hard labor.

Moye looked at Mo Qiang and began to vomit bitterness, "Your little Nezha is so well-behaved, where does he understand our hard work." ”

Mo Han took a sip of wine, his eyes were watery, he blinked, and echoed: "Yes, you don't understand our hard work. ”

The magic stone didn't bother to say anything, squirmed two thin lips, and drank his own stuffy wine.

Nezha twisted his fingers, the more he thought about it, the more panicked he became, he couldn't sit still, if Ling Chen really planned to rob him of the Demon Qiang, he would definitely not let him succeed. Yang Can was resurrected again, he hadn't even met him, and apologized to him for Moqiang, Nezha's mind turned a thousand times, and he made up his mind, and he left the demon world without greeting him, and went straight to the human world.

Luoyang City, Yang Can has locked himself in the room for several days, Yang Jian didn't speak, he stood at the door day and night, he had a lot of time to spend with him in the early morning, but Yang Can was different, he would die, he would reincarnate, he had to give Yang Can a thorough explanation, and he couldn't let this relationship lie between him and Ling Chen.

Therefore, when Nezha arrived, Yang Jian sat decadently on the threshold of the door like a mourning dog. Nezha patted Yang Jian's shoulder, he felt a little thin, and suddenly understood why Mo Qiang felt that Ling Ling and Yang Jian were not a good match, because Yang Jian's heart could only hold Yang Can, and there was no place for Ling Chen.

Then whether he wants to tell it or not, if he puts Ling Chen in an embarrassing place, will Mo Qiang not want him?

Yang Jian was not much surprised to see Nezha, changed his posture and continued to lean, Nezha sat down together, and the two were speechless.

"You're here to come to me just to sit here and look at the ceiling?" Yang Jian said quietly, it was already very difficult to deal with Yang Can, and there was another one, and he didn't let him live.

"I" Nezha stumbled, "There is one thing, I don't know whether to say it or not." ”

"Then don't say it." Yang Jian directly blocked Nezha's words, saying that he just wanted him to go to Ling Chen.

Yang Can in the room didn't go out for a few days, but it didn't mean that he didn't know anything about the situation outside, Yang Jian sat at the door for several days, he didn't understand what kind of answer Yang Jian wanted, Nezha's sudden visit made Yang Can feel a little happy, walked to the door lightly, squatted down, and put his ear on the door, wanting to listen to Nezha's voice.

Although he really wanted to see Nezha, Yang Can still tried to restrain himself and calmed down.

Yang Jian's words made Nezha feel very sangxin, he originally came to find the allies, in other words, he came to find sympathy, who knew that Yang Jian didn't appreciate it at all.

"Are you sure you don't want to know?" Nezha asked again without giving up, "Don't you want to know the secret that Yang Can was able to come back to life after he disappeared?" ”

No matter who Yang Jian's heart contains, Nezha feels that Yang Jian has the right to know. Yang Can in the door held his breath and waited quietly, while his brain was spinning rapidly, it turned out that his rebirth was not so simple.

With a "pop", Yang Jian's heart suddenly tightened, and he suddenly realized that he had neglected the most important point. Thinking that he tried his best at the beginning, and even hit the head of the Lord of Ten Thousand Spirits Immortal Mountain, there was no way to resurrect Yang Can, why did Yang Can suddenly come back to life.

"How did Can'er come back to life?" Yang Jian was a little nervous, and his intuition told him that this matter was related to Ling Chen.

Nezha hugged his knees with both hands, buried his head in it, and word by word popped out of the gap in his mouth, "It was the tears of the pen that resurrected Yang Can." ”

It was Moqiang who gave Ling Chen the choice, it was Ling Chen who chose Yang Can, Nezha couldn't say this, he always felt that as long as Ling Chen was willing, he would be able to easily hook Mo Qiang away, no matter how long it was, as long as he was alone in Ling Chen, he was inevitably worried.

Yang Jian frowned, his eyes were heavy, and he saw through the thoughts in Nezha's heart at a glance, "And then?" "Speculation has never been Yang Jian's style, what he wants is clear facts.

Yang Can was worried about the door, when he got the pen, he thought he was the owner of the pen, but he didn't expect that the pen would end up killing himself in the hands of another person, this is the biggest blow to him, and the pain is not something that everyone can understand.

"There are two souls in Zhubi's tears, one is Yang Can's, and the other is Lingchen's younger brother, but he can only resurrect one person, and Moqiang gave this opportunity to Lingchen." Nezha hooked a strand of hair on his chest to play, and in order to cater to Moqiang's preferences, he tied the two braids into one braid, "It was Ling Chen who chose Yang Can and gave up Ling Feng." ”

Ling Chen's choice made Nezha feel more crisis, and since he learned of Ling Chen's choice, it made him unbearable.

Yang Jian was stunned.