I don't know when the woman lying on the bed woke up, those deep dark eyes stared at her as if they would glow, and in her tone, Liu Linchuan heard a trace of fearlessness and a trace of regret.

He could only pretend to be calm and use amorous words to disguise the real result.

"Door master, don't you think that there are still diseases in this world that Xingxian can't cure."

The woman didn't say anything more, just smiled faintly, and then half-jokingly replied as if after serious thought.

"Where's your heart disease?"

"The master of the door has a good rest."

A touch of unnatural emotion crossed Liu Linchuan's face, Mo Fang didn't ask much, just looked at the back of him leaving, and remembered that Liu Linchuan and Liuyan were both proud people by nature, and no one refused to bow their heads first, and no one refused to say their inner feelings first. Liu Linchuan stood on the top of Huiluan Mountain, suppressed the throbbing in his heart for a moment, and slowly lowered his head.

Talking to himself.

"Yun Luoyi, you miss her very much, in fact, ......"

He paused before finishing his hesitant words.

"Me too."

Thinking of the sentence that the woman Tuo Yanxia brought to herself, 'sweet in bitterness' turned out to be the appearance of human feelings, I have been in the world for a hundred years, but I have never realized the sentence 'sweet in bitterness'.

The next life in Yun Luoyi's mouth is a lie, a lie that he suddenly wanted to leave when he killed him for some reason, I don't know what it was to prove, or if he actually knew it, but he didn't want to pursue it.

If there is a next life, is she still willing to be with him? He thought that love was insignificant, and it was a waste of time with the demons, how could there be a demon with a lifespan of 10,000 years who was willing to love a person with a lifespan of less than 100 years, until, he looked at the exile, from twilight to dusk, from dusk to dawn, from apricot to plum, from morning to twilight and so on, and waited for a thousand years, he suddenly panicked, knowing that giving her such hope would only disappoint her in the end, but he still gave, for the selfishness that he didn't even notice.

Liu Linchuan pretended to be calm and straightened the placket of the red neon gauze on his body.

No matter how good the past is, it's just the past, and now, I can only control the rise and fall of the world.

When he returned to his palace, he remembered that this time he went to find Mo Fang to ask her about the purpose of marriage, and he had gone aggressively, but he forgot everything when he saw her pale and fall to the ground.

(Moying Gate Dongwu Palace)

"Master, you're awake."

Ran 13 and Sima Yuchen stood side by side in front of Bei Chongrin's couch, Sima Yuchen was guarding outside the hall, but suddenly found that the demonic energy in the hall had disappeared, and there was no sign of half of the demon, so he rushed in to investigate Bei Chongrin's injuries, and saw that he was all better, so he breathed a sigh of relief, and faintly glimpsed the delicate ivory-like bracelet on the man's wrist, feeling familiar, but he didn't remember that Bei Chongrin had such an artifact.

The pure spiritual power in that artifact was suppressing the demonic energy on the door master's body. This thing is very similar to the elephant white ring in Mo Yue's hand that year, but the elephant white ring has long been thrown into the moat of the mortal Yongzhou. Did she really come back?

"When will she get married?"

The man didn't care about dressing and bunching his hair, his inky hair was draped over his shoulders, but he was a little indescribably desolate, he didn't care about the urgent paperwork, and when he opened his eyes, it was all related to her marriage.

"Chongrin, three days later."

Sima Yuchen stood on the side of the main hall, with an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth for some reason.

"Don't ......"

blurted out angry words, I didn't agree, I didn't agree, but in an instant, my eyes stopped on my wrist, the warm touch, the ivory white bracelet, shook twice on my wrist, and then stopped on my arm steadily.

"Like a white ring?"

"She's been back?"

The man stood up, trying to find her back in the familiar figure, but in vain.

It's herself dreaming, she should have been vicious to herself, how could she come back.

Removing the joy and expectation from the bottom of his eyes, he slowly sat down.