She said this sentence very solemnly.

Since the sacrifice of Liu Linglang, her cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds, and her realm has also increased day by day, and Dawn has contributed a lot. That's not why she cares about him, though, at least, not all.

As for other reasons......

"You like him." Jin Mu Yuanjun saw one or two from her complicated eyebrows.

There are many kinds of feelings that she likes, Bai Ling doesn't often have them, but she vaguely remembers when she was younger, her dependence on her mother, and her admiration for the high priest in the clan, which is about that feeling, so she is always reluctant to study it in detail.

However, the undoubted tone of Jin Mu Yuanjun, the "like" that he referred, Bai Ling didn't need to study it carefully, and he could hear that it was the kind of liking that was between men and women. Because there is a ghost in the heart.

For a moment, she was shocked.

She was taken aback by her own deviant thoughts of being ashamed to see the light.

That's Liu Linglang, the protector of the Dharma! A partner who fought side by side with her, how could she ...... How could it be......

"It's not a good thing to like him." Looking at her surprised and troubled expression, Jin Mu Yuanjun slowly put down her hand and said paradoxically, "Good years, don't waste on those little loves." After speaking, she moved upright, just to hide the expression at that moment.

The slender leopard tail shook in front of him, Bai Ling's expression was grim, and he lowered his head and asked, "Niangniang left me, but I have something to order?" "She is not a flattering and flattering character, and her temperament is like this, and it is better to disagree with and disagree with words.

Jin Mu Yuanjun glanced at her deeply, and said softly, "My palace is deserted, it is rare to visit, and I am still his descendant, I just think about it...... Would you like to stay for a while? ”

Bai Ling bowed slightly, "Everything is up to the mother." "But in my heart, I slandered: There are not even a few immortal servants in this Kunlun Heavenly Palace, of course it is deserted.

However, what Bailing didn't expect was that this stay would be three months.

Kunlun Heavenly Palace's westernmost palace, the magnificent five-entry palace, the shadow wall on both sides of the palace road is carved with Rui beasts, the garden is planted with many flowers and plants that cannot be named, bright and fragrant, it is also the closest place from the sunset and the morning glow, occasionally there are clouds and sea of clouds and glow covering the palace gate, long years, as if only in the evening.

Bai Ling didn't know what the reason why Jin Mu Yuanjun kept her for so long and never summoned her, but she thought that she liked it here. Sitting in front of the hall, you can see the clouds in the sky, the vast and boundless sky spreads out horizontally, and farther away, there are countless stars. The scene of life seems to be in front of you, it is quiet, far away from the world, and it is not stained with the noise of fireworks.

The heart that has just opened its love has no way to be quiet.

Since the layer of paper that covered his mind was punctured, accepting the fact that he liked the dawn seemed to be a matter of course, except for a little panic at first, but then he took it for granted - he was her Liu Linglang, which originally meant that their lives were kinked together and would never be separated.

She didn't want to be separated from the dawn either.

Like, isn't that what it is??

Bai Ling sat on the top of the high hall, watched the sunset for a while as always, quietly turned his head, and peeked at the young man on the side. In fact, I can see him every day, but I always feel that I can't see enough. He's so good-looking, and there's a different look from every angle. The hair is extremely silver, the complexion is better than snow, the eyes are slightly upturned, the pupils are brown, and the dazzling lining of the glow also adds a little color to the silver-white coldness, which is not as perfect as the creation of the world.