So, no matter what the reason, Liluo didn't want to refuse this time. She knew, better than anyone else, that the most appropriate option now was to follow Youyan's proposal. Moreover, there is no better step down.

If she really refuses, if something goes wrong halfway, karma will only be her own problem, and it will inevitably lead to suspicion.

Not to mention anything else, all her efforts along the way have been turned to ashes. None of it came in handy.

Riraku obediently leaned on his back, the height was right, and she felt such a clear sense of comfort as she lay on it.

The person in front of her carried her, which allowed her to put her mind at ease. At least, when Youyan carried her back, she was more able to put her mind at ease. If nothing else, at least, she no longer had to face his possible scrutinizing gaze, albeit temporarily. But it's enough to make people's hearts excited.

She lay on his back steadily, and she leaned on it, a little more relieved.

Youyan is not his own brother, although Liluo is named You's surname, but the same surname does not have the same blood relationship.

Liluo is actually confused, many times, there is no such blood relationship, but he may still care about her more than his biological brother. Why?

She didn't know. But I think maybe it's not because of pity.

If it's really pity, that feeling of condescension, others can feel it, and not many people really like that feeling. Riro didn't feel that deep feeling.

Sometimes I think about it, but I really can't figure it out.

She just lay on his back like this, it was warm, but also calm and powerful, like the eternity she desperately longed for, she actually hoped in her heart that such a road should be endless. Forever and ever, if she won't let the words be affected, she privately hopes that this road will have no end.

Yes, she covets the warmth of this meeting. In my memory, I'm afraid there really is nothing that can really compare to this experience. There is no other way, the pear falls on her stomach, and she is tired from thinking.

"You're so skinny."

Yu Yan said suddenly.

Although Liluo is actually sober, there is actually only a thin line between her and hazy tiredness, and it is precisely because of this that she is not much different from not being sober.

Between the ups and downs of consciousness, she hummed lazily.

The whisper said:

"Isn't the food in Kunshen Mountain bad? If you don't like it, you can actually bring the food in the palace from the back mountain. ”

The consumption of cultivation is naturally large, and sometimes it is also necessary to replenish it. Although there are kitchens and cooks on Kunshen Mountain, the food has never been comparable to the delicacies in the palace.

If you don't like it, it's not that hard.

He thought about it, and suddenly felt that something was wrong, the reason why he didn't think it was difficult was because his identity was very legitimate, and Liluo, although he recognized it, was afraid that he couldn't deal with this kind of power as calmly and casually as he did.

"Hmm." Liluo snorted again.

The voice was light and fluttering, as if it was a sleepiness that could not be hidden.

Youyan felt the sleepiness of the person on his back, and he was actually too relaxed along the way, perhaps because Liluo was really too thin. Just when I look at it, it makes people feel a little bit of love and pity from the bottom of my heart.

He slowed his pace, reduced the bumps, and said softly:

"Liluo, go to sleep when you're tired, in front of me, you don't have to be strong."

The pear fell and moved, and the little head moved again, looking for a more comfortable place, that is, to lie down peacefully.

In this world, there is probably no place that makes people feel uncontrollable nostalgia more than this corner of the moment. The pear fell on this side's back, and I really wanted to stay until I was old.

However, she actually knows that there is an end to such time. And it doesn't take long for it to come to an end.

Happy times are always short-lived, and Pear Falls stays on the back of Youyan, cherishing this time more than ever. He was really meticulous to the extreme, and his slowed pace moved Liluo very much, but her uncomfortable feeling was intensifying.

It's really a contradiction.

Liluo sighed in her heart, it is true that everything is a price. That's the price she needs to pay for her actions.

Self-damage of three hundred, pain in one's own body, it is really impossible to get rid of.

After walking through the last stone road, the bluestone slab road was also paced, and Youyan finally pushed the door open, which was the final destination.

Riro was already at the end of her will, and she felt like she was being put down.

She struggled to hold on, and her face was only pale:

"I'm tired and want to sleep first, so you can go out first."

This isn't her room, it's probably your own abode. But when Liluo said such a thing, it was actually a last resort, and if you dig deeper, it seems a little out of line.

But Youyan didn't mind, and just nodded:

"Rest your life, when will I bring you food?"

He knew that although his sister seemed weak and weak, she actually had thoughts in her heart, and in this case, he still respected her well.

"It's okay now, just put it on the table, and I'll get up and eat after a while."

She was really pale, and Youyan looked distressed, but in the end she just nodded, he had no other way:

"Just call me something."

Riro closed her eyes, nodded, and pulled the quilt on.

It's a warm, comfortable quilt, and there's probably nothing warmer than this quilt. She just wanted to slow down at the moment, and now that she was doing this, she actually had another thought, that is, she wanted the person in front of her to leave quickly.

Youyan naturally knows how to be measured, and when she saw that she was already about to fall asleep, she really didn't stop it anymore. After taking one more look, he walked out and closed the door.

All the original peace here is returned.

After he left, the pear opened his eyes, a little tired, tiredness was real.

But now she had to hold up, and she began to heal her wounds.

It was about a quarter of an hour before a servant hurriedly brought the meal. After hearing the hurried footsteps, Liluo returned to the bed at an extremely fast speed.

From the sound of people's footsteps, I heard that there were about ten people coming, all of them lightly, if it weren't for Liluo's good hearing, I'm afraid I wouldn't have heard their voices.