"Hmm." Jiang Zebei responded, but did not raise his eyes.

Chen Mengtian laughed in a low voice, she looked at the two children beside her who were ignorant, and then casually swept towards the decoration of the room.

She raised her feet and walked around the room, and said: "Aze, although we have been separated for seven years, I still know you, you have recovered your memory in the Drunken Immortal Building, but you have never recognized me and the children, which shows that you have unspeakable hardships."

If I hadn't come to the Great Hidden Temple today, hadn't seen Master Yichen, hadn't heard what Huizhi had said, I'm afraid I would have blamed you for being ruthless, but now I can understand your state of mind. ”

Chen Mengtian touched the bookshelves placed in the room, stopped, turned around and looked at Jiang Zebei not far away, his face was a little surprised, but he showed a little understanding, very helpless.

She walked slowly towards Jiang Zebei, "I know everything, the thing you are afraid of is nothing more than a condition that you can't control, but I finally found you, how could I let you leave my side again for such a reason." ”

When Jiang Zebei heard this, his handsome face was full of tiredness and deep sorrow, "Tiantian, you shouldn't come to the Dayin Temple." ”

"If I don't come, you will hide it from me forever!" Chen Mengtian came to Jiang Zebei's side, staring at him with serious eyes, and his words were a little sharp.

Jiang Zebei was silent, this was already the default attitude.

Seeing this, Chen Mengtian understood.

She came to the side of the two children and held one in one hand, "Aze, do you know that in the past seven years, my children and I have been looking for you, and Ning'er and An'er have been running around with me since they can remember.

Ziyue, Qishan, and your younger brother Jiang Yurui, General Ji, General Feng, Xu Wenzhan, Xu Wenrui, they have been taking turns to accompany me for so many years, running around looking for you, and also tutoring children.

So far, Ning'er and An'er don't have a name, they are the county lord, the prince, but they don't even have a name, we are all waiting for you to give the two children a name.

Seven years, in this long wait, do you know how much courage I need to expend! How many times have I been tormented by disappointment! ”

As he spoke, Chen Mengtian's tears fell, but his face was self-deprecating.

Jiang Zebei couldn't stand her tears, and the Buddhist beads in his hands were about to deform.

At the moment, he didn't want to scruple anything, so he rushed over and hugged the crying little woman tightly into his arms.

But he couldn't, this time was different.

No matter how long the separation is after seven years, I can't find another thought, but what I find and face is life and death.

The scene seven years ago, Jiang Zebei remembers it deeply.

Qingyuan said that the reason why he believed it without doubt was because when he fell off the cliff, the Turkic national teacher also said that he would refine him into a puppet, and he was blessed with the supreme yin qi, and only the strong were the best vessels.

At that time, he was fighting against the Turkic National Teacher, covered in scars, and as the spell of the Turkic National Master sounded, there was still a strange force in his body that was rampage, making his reason gradually uncontrollable.

At a critical moment, the only trace of reason made him choose to jump off the cliff.

He didn't know if he was wrong with his choice back then, but now he knew that the strange power in his body had not disappeared in seven years, and even the interval between the onset of the disease was getting shorter and shorter each time.

Jiang Zebei suppressed the impatience in his heart, his handsome face returned to his indifferent appearance, and he lowered his eyes and said, "Seven years can change a lot of things. ”