Yueyan opened her eyes and trembled as she looked at the man in the void, the coercion of the strong made her want to send her head.

"Little thousand-year-old Gui Demon, don't you kneel three times and bow nine times when you see the deity?" Gui Li smiled, smiling as warm as jade, handsome and unparalleled.

"You...... You are ......" Yueyan's voice trembled.

"Ah Yan, Ah Yan!" Qi Renqing ran forward stupidly, looking at Gui Li with a smirk, his originally handsome face was demented.

"I'm not your Ayan," Gui Li smiled, "but I'm here to make a wish." ”

"If you get paid, you will return your wish, and it will be fair."

Gui Li smiled and looked at Yue Yan who was frightened on the side, "Anyway, you are also a demon from the Netherworld, and if you are like this, you are not afraid of losing your face in the Netherworld?" ”

"Ask for ...... Please spare me...... I beg you ......"

"It doesn't matter if I kill you or not, but for the sake of a person, you must die. She...... I won't let you go......" Gui Li smiled, looked at her, and then looked at the stupid Qi Renqing, and sighed imperceptibly.

"Heaven is inherently merciful, but the world has many obsessions, so from now on, let go of this obsession." Gui Li smiled, and the Brahma lotus blossomed.

The faint sound of the piano came from the void, empty and curling, washing people's hearts.

"Woo ......" didn't feel pain, but Yue Yan could feel that from now on, she would dissipate forever in this heaven and earth.

She smiled sadly, tried her best, and came to this world, and she had never seen the prosperity of the world, so she announced the end.

Parting is always melancholy, and the heart is always unwilling.

If you do it all over again......

She smiled, her soul gradually became ethereal, her face turned into quicksand in the void, slowly dispersed, and disappeared into the misty river mist, the slight moonlight, and the faint cinnamon fragrance.

She is a Gui Demon who lived the year before last, but she has never bloomed under the moonlight in her life.

When he was born, he was imprisoned in the dark netherworld; After death, not even breath remained.

It is not like the osmanthus has fallen, and there is still a lingering fragrance.

"Ah Yan...... Ah Yan ......" Qi Renqing smiled stupidly, but the tears couldn't stop no matter what.

Born from fate, only to know shallow.

Unintentional Jiang Zhongyue, how can the world be long.

I don't know if I can see your face and your smile when I turn into the breeze on the river.

The sword was slowly raised, and the newly stained blood had not yet dried up, and he smiled, smiling sadly.

"Ah Yan...... Unafraid...... I'll be with you......" he laughed, slowly lifting his hand between them.

"Bang!" Before the sword could reach his chest, he fell to the ground.

"How can you die? How can you stay with her when you die? Gui Li smiled and looked at him lightly.

See, the light in his eyes jumped.

"Ah Yan...... How is she? ”

"Shouldn't she know how she is?"

"I ......"

The fog on the river, thick; The wind on the river is bitterly cold; The moon on the river, bleak.

……

"Sell cinnamon tea, sell cinnamon tea, the last batch of tea this year, if you miss it, it will be next year......"

"Ah Yan, do you want to drink cinnamon tea?"

"I want it! I still want to eat cinnamon cakes, I want to eat cinnamon cakes, and I want to drink them...... Cinnamon wine! Also, the sound of the piano under the moon! ”

"Okay, it's all up to you!"

He smiled as brightly as the sun, and she smiled as beautifully as the moon.

"Look! Brother Qing, there is still a laurel there! This season, thank you yet! ”

"It's just waiting, it's going to give Ayan Guicha cinnamon wine!"

The laurel lake is fragrant, and the eyebrows are cut with grace.

The garden is full of fragrance, and the love for the moon is long.

The tree is pale yellow, full of cinnamon.

The fragrance is faint, and the earth is full of sky.

I don't know if I can be with you in this life, for a long time.

A small teahouse in the south of the city –

The jade hand holds the fragrant tea, and the osmanthus is fragrant.

"Xiaohu, don't eat it." Gui Li smiled, his eyes overflowing with doting light.

At this moment, a white silver light flew and landed on a quaint broken mirror on the table.

The light flickered, and the silver light sank into the shattered mirror and vanished.

But if you look closely, you can see a crack in the broken mirror, which disappeared without warning, and that place suddenly seemed to be renewed.