Fanshu Yao's heart trembled, she really thought just now that Jiang Muyu wanted to listen to Sanskrit about Sanskrit, but according to the current situation.

Things don't seem to be the case.

"Shenzun, did you misunderstand me, I have always liked the eldest sister, I really ......" Sanskrit Shuyao said busily.

Only through Sanskrit sound can Fanshuyao have the opportunity to get close to Jiang Muyu, if there is no Sanskrit Shuyao, she really doesn't know what topic she wants to chat with Jiang Muyu.

She took a deep breath and looked at Jiang Muyu with a blank look.

Jiang Muyu just glanced at her coldly, and said coldly, "How about Ayin, I know better than you in my heart." ”

Dropping this sentence, Jiang Muyu turned around and left directly.

Fanshu Yao was about to catch up, but she saw a cold light appear, directly forcing her back a few meters.

Fanshu Yao was unwilling, but there was no way, she stared at the back of Jiang Muyu leaving, her hands were clenched into fists, she must think of a way to get close to Jiang Muyu's side.

She had just watched from afar, there must have been some misunderstanding between the two of them, and she had to find out how to figure it out.

After making this decision, Fanshu Yao unwillingly glanced at Jiang Muyu who was not far away, and had to turn around to find Fanyin.

After Fanyin and Jiang Muyu separated, she didn't go back to the classroom immediately, and she always felt a little inexplicable and incomprehensible in her heart.

She knew that it was wrong for her to judge Jiang Muyu's guilt just by what was said in that history book.

After all, during this period of time, Jiang Muyu has treated her well, but it is true.

Also, the way he looked at her.

Before, Fanyin didn't think much about it, but today she looked at Jiang Muyu's eyes when she looked at her.

She saw a deep love in it.

Does Jiang Muyu still love her?

The god and the demon lord fell in love, which caused a sensation in the Six Realms at that time, and how many people did not expect that the high God Venerable would actually like the demon venerable who did not do anything evil in the demon world.

Although she didn't do anything, as a demon, in the eyes of those people, she was wrong.

"Qibao, does Jiang Muyu still love me?" Sanskrit asked in a low voice.

Qibao jumped off Sanskrit's shoulder, and a cloud of black mist rose around it, waiting for the black mist to dissipate.

In front of Fanyin, there was a man in black who was half-kneeling, evil and evil, but his appearance was very handsome, "Boss, have you remembered something?" ”

Sanskrit shook his head, "No, I didn't think of anything." ”

Therefore, she didn't know what kind of mentality she had towards Jiang Muyu.

It's just that she feels that she can't bear to hurt Jiang Muyu, especially when she sees Jiang Muyu's eyes, her heart hurts inexplicably.

"Boss, his subordinates can't say anything, the only thing they can say is that he is forced to be helpless, he also has a hard time, he has made a lot of efforts to resurrect you in the past 10,000 years, and I can't say anything else." He knows, he knows everything.

But he couldn't say anything.

It's not that he doesn't want to speak, but whenever he wants to speak, his throat is like something is blocked, and he can't say a word.

"Distressed?" Sanskrit muttered in a low voice.

But what could make him kill the people he loved with his own hands?

"Sanskrit?" A voice sounded, and she saw sake walking towards her, and her eyes were a little surprised when she saw Fu Qi.

"Heijiao, you can actually transform into a shape, this 10,000 years of nourishment is good!" Sake raised an eyebrow and said.

"Sake, how many years have you lived?"