Xuanwu was stunned for a moment.

It blinked, a little unclear.

Glance over the person in front of you......

A bewildered face.

It felt like it had just slept and woke up, how could it feel that the world had changed?

Finally, in the midst of a group of strangers, Xuanwu saw a familiar face.

It's Jiang Wumian.

It carried the Suzaku and floated to Jiang Wumian's side, "Master, why have you become weaker." ”

Jiang Wumian: "......"

His eyes fell on the little crying bag, "Master, did you give birth to a little master?" ”

Jiang Wumian: "......"

Everyone: "......"

A little distressed Jiang Wumian, what's going on.

Jiang Wumian: "This is your hostess." ”

Xuanwu then looked at Ye Qingwan.

"Mistress?"

"Master, you have a good eye, and the hostess is very good-looking."

Jiang Wumian wanted to break him up: "......"

Suzaku cried even harder.

"Brother Xuanwu, it's been so long, why are you still really distracted, woo, you don't love me anymore."

Xuanwu heart: I never loved you.

Xuanwu's appearance is not as righteous as the Qinglong and White Tiger, but with a bit of ruffianism.

Even when he spoke to Jiang Wumian, he didn't see a little respect.

As soon as Jiang Wumian's gaze fell, the momentum of the whole person suddenly changed, and the endless coercion and cold temperament made everyone shiver.

The little crying bag that was sleeping felt it, opened his eyes, and saw Jiang Wumian's cold expression, and when he pouted, he cried instantly.

The child didn't know how to climb yet, but subconsciously stretched out his hand towards Jiang Wumian.

It's not miserable to cry.

Ye Qingwan ran over to coax the child, and kicked Jiang Wumian's calf.

Fierce what!

The children were scared and cried.

Jiang Wumian glared at Xuanwu, who lowered his head weakly.

"Master, Xuanwu is in his place."

It's over, and the master is angry.

Jiang Wumian waved his big hand, and Xuanwu and Suzaku disappeared into his body.

At this time, Ye Qingwan was coaxing the child.

Jiang Wumian looked down, and just met the eyes of the little crying bag, and the little crying bag stopped crying in an instant, grinned, and reached out to him to hug him.

Ye Qingwan found that this little guy is a bit of a father.

She pouted dissatisfiedly and threw the little crying bag to Jiang Wumian.

Jiang Wumian looked at her expression, and then looked down at the little crying bag.

He took the little crying bag to the side room and began the first father-son conversation.

"In the future, you are not allowed to cry to your mother." Jiang Wumian put him on the ground, and he sat beside him, looking at the little crying bag with a serious gaze.

"Babble......" The little crying bag stretched out his hand and babbled to hug.

Jiang Wumian didn't hug it, and continued: "That person is your mother, the person who gave birth to you for a day and a night, if you let her cry again in the future, I will break your leg." ”

"Babbling babbling ......"

"If you are crying to your mother, I will not hold you in the future."

seemed to understand Jiang Wumian's words, and the little crying bag blinked, looking very aggrieved.

Jiang Wumian: "Don't cry." ”

“…… Babble......"

"That's it."

“……”

The baby is still young and does not understand anything.

……

Of course, everyone didn't know what Jiang Wumian could talk about with a newborn child, but they only knew that when they came out, the little crying bag was very sticky to Ye Qingwan.

I didn't dare to cry at Ye Qingwan anymore.

-

A few days later, the people discussed how to leave the tomb.

said that they would return the same way, but at that time they fell directly, and on the stone walls of those rooms, they couldn't fly out at all with light work.

So I had to look for other routes.

Ye Qingwan said: "I always feel that there is something wrong with this place, and I always have a feeling in my heart——"

Irritability, outbursts, an indescribable emotion.

Always around her heart.

Especially after giving birth to a little crying bag.

Ye Qingwan felt that this child was not close to her, perhaps because of her emotions in the past few days.

Jiang Wumian turned his head to look at Ye Qingwan, frowning slightly, but when Ye Qingwan turned his head to look at him, he stretched out, showed a smile, and said, "Wanwan, are you thinking too much?" ”

Ye Qingwan pinched his eyebrows and said, "I don't know, I remember that there are four fierce beasts in my body, but now I can't feel them." ”

As the words fell, she glanced sideways at the man beside her.

The man looked at her with a smile on his lips and some innocent eyes.

Ye Qingwan smiled helplessly, how could she forget, he had long been erased by her previous memories.

How could she remember that her body was the host body of the four fierce beasts.

Ye Qingwan looked at the altar, suddenly approached Jiang Wumian, pulled his collar, pulled the person down, she leaned into his ear, and asked in a low voice: "Under this altar, what is sealed?" ”

Jiang Wumian looked at her with low eyebrows, her eyelashes were slightly curled, her eyes were flowing, and she was brilliant.

He reached out and tapped lightly on the tip of her nose, "Wanwan is so smart, don't let it be guessed." ”

"If I can guess, I still have to ask you?"

Ye Qingwan rolled her eyes, let go of her hand, and snorted.

Jiang Wumian smiled helplessly, and only said, "Wanwan, I can't say." ”

"In other words, under this altar, something else is really sealed?"

"What can make the four divine beasts seal with all their might, is it what I guessed in my heart?"

"What did Wanwan guess?"

"You wasted so much effort to push me away, and used illusions to delay our time, are you stupid to me?"

Ye Qingwan squinted his eyes and grabbed his wrist violently.

Jiang Wumian directly broke away with force, and turned sideways, not looking at her.

The resolute look made Ye Qingwan's heart cold.

Ye Qingwan looked at his empty hand and was a little stunned.

"I'm fine, I don't need to take the pulse."

Jiang Wumian turned his back to her, and his voice sounded a little cold.

Ye Qingwan raised her eyebrows slightly, is she too good-tempered during this time?

The atmosphere here froze, and the people who were discussing how to get out on the side subconsciously slowed down their voices, and their voices became smaller and smaller, until finally-

The whole room was as quiet as a chicken!

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath.

Jiang Wumian also seemed to sense that the atmosphere was wrong, and was about to turn his head to look at Ye Qingwan, but Ye Qingwan suddenly stepped forward at this moment, grabbed the person's collar, and forced the person backwards.

Everyone stared—

Ye Qingwan glanced over with a cold eye.

Everyone dispersed in a hurry, Qiao Qiao also took the little crying bag, ran to another place, and gave this space to Ye Qingwan and the others.

"Jiang Wumian, I let you hide it from me, those things, but I don't care about anything that has nothing to do with you, but you are now-"

"It's not just a matter of hiding it from me!"

Ye Qingwan's expression was a little cold, and he spoke without warmth.

Jiang Wumian chuckled in his heart, his back against the stone wall, the cold temperature spread across his limbs, and even his blood seemed to be about to coagulate.

"What about you?"

"Is that the person in your heart me?"

Jiang Wumian lowered his eyes, and the bottom of his eyes was obscure.

Ye Qingwan snorted, feeling that Jiang Wumian's words had no warning at all.

"Then tell me, who is Lingran?"

Ye Qingwan let go of Jiang Wumian.

She pulled down her shoulders a little weakly, lowered her head, and Jiang Wumian only heard her voice.

"Do you want to know?"

As Ye Qingwan spoke, he touched the Guichu Bell on his waist.

"Jiang Wumian, you never knew how much I cared about you."

Never know.

She is not a person who can talk to love, and he will never listen to her what he says.

She guessed his mind every time......

If you guess too much, she will get tired.

She held his hand, put Gui Chuling in his palm, and said lightly: "This is your thing, I think about it, after erasing your memory, I shouldn't have appeared in front of you." ”

I don't know what kind of mood it is, but when I say this, I feel relieved.

Jiang Wumian's heart jumped fiercely, "Wanwan, aren't you going to want me?" ”

"It's not."

"It's just that I want you to regain your memory."

"I was wrong."

My heart was sour, dull and painful.

Count her wrong.

She shouldn't have erased his memory.

She shouldn't have let go——!

Ye Qingwan turned around and walked out, without looking back.

Jiang Wumian held the Guichu Bell, walked a few steps quickly, and directly blocked Ye Qingwan's body.

Intuition told her that if she let Ye Qingwan go now, it would be difficult to repair this relationship in the future.

Ye Qingwan didn't look at him, still keeping his head down.

"The past, the past is gone, Wanwan, I just can't stand that there is another person in your heart."

The other, someone who is similar to him.

Like, he's just a stand-in for that person.

"Don't ignore me."

"Wanwan, you know, the most unbearable thing for me is that you don't talk to me."

Jiang Wumian's heart was indescribably sour.

He could endure the pain of the poison, but he couldn't stand Ye Qingwan's indifference.

It was as if there were countless needles piercing his heart, and it hurt densely.

"You can take the pulse if you want, you can do whatever you want."

Ye Qingwan: "No need, you can, first think about who Lingran is, and then talk about it." ”

"I'm not angry, that's my selfishness, your memory, I don't have the right to erase it, and now it's with you."

In this matter, Ye Qingwan admitted that he had done wrong.

-

Ye Qingwan went directly to find the little crying bag, poked his face, and teased him expressionlessly.

Qiao Qiao walked over and sat beside her, wanting to stop talking.

Ye Qingwan: "Just ask whatever you want." ”

Qiao Qiao looked at her and asked cautiously, "Did you quarrel with the prince?" ”

They were all on the side, and they all looked inexplicable.

These two have always sprinkled dog food, and this quarrel is also menacing.

"No, there are only some things that have not been resolved, in my heart, like a pimple."

Ye Qingwan didn't explain much, but the child in her arms suddenly deflated her mouth and suddenly cried.

It turned out that Ye Qingwan was poked in pain, and his cheeks were slightly red.

Ye Qingwan hurriedly withdrew his hand and looked down at the little crying bag.

It's not that kind of indifferent expression, but a little sad, and the little crying bag is slightly stunned.

"Babbling, babbling—"

The little crying bag waved his hand as if he wanted to appease Ye Qingwan.

Ye Qingwan smiled slightly, lowered her head and kissed the little crying bag lightly on the face.

"Sorry to hurt you."