Every time he heard Chen Mengtian say a word, Jiang Zebei's heart was like colic.

His face was full of sadness, apologies, regret and self-reproach.

Chen Mengtian lowered his eyes and held his hand with all his might, "Aze, it's been fourteen years, you should give me back the time you owe me, it was a happy time that belonged to me, but it seemed to have been stolen by someone, what a pity for me."

No matter what kind of predicament you are facing now, no matter what you are facing, even if it is death, don't leave me behind, I don't have the courage to hold on for another seven years. ”

"Nope! When hell freezes over! Jiang Zebei wept silently, unable to control his emotions anymore.

The Buddhist beads in his hand fell to the ground, stretched out his arms and held the person in his arms, and at this moment his heart hurt as if he couldn't breathe.

Only by hugging Chen Mengtian in front of him will he feel that he can still breathe.

Chen Mengtian put his face on the monk's robe on his shoulder, enjoying the warmth of this seven-year absence.

She greedily breathed the breath that belonged to Jiang Zebei, the breath of this man had already penetrated her bones and blood, and at this time, this familiar smell was a life-saving medicine for her, making her feel the flow of blood again.

The end of his eyes inadvertently swept to the medical book on the table on the couch, and the page he stayed on was recorded in ghost script: Ancient inheritance, the vein of the ancient god Qinglian, the ghost doctor of the holy hand of the Six Realms, I am the only one, and the underworld is bowing down.

Looking at this line of ghost records, a determined gaze flashed in Chen Mengtian's eyes.

I only heard her whisper and resolutely: "Aze, I won't let you die." ”

In response to her, Jiang Zebei hugged him heavily.

……

A month later.

On the border of the Western Regions, in this environment of poor mountains and bad waters, cliffs, and strange rocks, a group of people are moving forward quickly.

The trees that shaded the sky and the sun shrouded the mountain in darkness, and the sun was about to set, and the speed of the team was getting faster and faster.

At the head of the horse was a woman dressed in a dark costume with a silver mask on her face.

After the other party surveyed the terrain, he turned his horse's head and said to the leader of the team behind him: "Master, madam, the road ahead is not easy to walk." ”

Chen Mengtian sat on the horse, with a gauze scarf around her face to prevent the wind and sand from entering her mouth and nose, and it was Ning'er who was tightly wrapped in her arms.

The person sitting on the horse next to him was Jiang Zebei.

At this time, Jiang Zebei did not retreat a monk's robe, he was still wearing the white monk's robe he wore when he left Dayin Temple a month ago, and there were no other clothes in his bag, some were white monk's robes.

The only thing to be thankful for is that Jiang Zebei did not shave his hair again, and in just one month, a layer of green stubble has grown on his head.

Because that layer of green stubble was not very good-looking, Jiang Zebei covered his head with a dark linen cloth, and blocked his mouth and nose.

In Jiang Zebei's arms, there is also a villain who is tightly covered, it is An'er.

Jiang Zebei and Chen Mengtian heard Suzaku's report, and their eyebrows and eyes hugging outside couldn't help but wrinkle slightly.

Xu Wenzhan, who was also following behind him, and the two brothers Xu Wenrui also heard Suzaku's words.

Xu Wenrui turned around and glanced at the sunset that was about to set, and drove his horse to Jiang Zebei's side, "Senior brother, we can either find a place to settle while the sky is still bright, or get out of this ghost place as soon as possible." ”

He always had an uncomfortable feeling about this realm.

Jiang Zebei nodded, he squinted his eyes and looked at his surroundings, and then his eyes turned to one of the people in the team.

It is Qingyuan that came together.