Sheng Yixing thought it was funny, so he really laughed out loud, "'You want'? Do you want it without hesitation? Cen Jing, who I will follow in this life, I have the final say. ”

"I understand." The man's dark eyes looked at her intently without blinking.

"I made a mistake and used you to get revenge. But since I married you, what I want to do most is to grow old with you. ”

Maybe it wasn't from marrying her, but a long, long time ago, when this girl smiled at him like a flower, he wanted to leave everything behind and follow her.

Sheng Yuxing seemed to be staring at him blankly, and after a moment of silence, she shook her head, "I don't believe you." You use Spiritualism on me, but it's not your way to regain control over me. ”

"If you don't believe it, then I'll show you." Cen Jing surged up and easily soared into the air.

The palatial palace is getting farther and farther away.

Sheng Yuxing's eyes shrank, and he found that his body was so stiff that he couldn't move, he glared at him angrily, and asked silently, "Where are you taking me?"

She obviously relieved the effect of the dementorship, why was she restrained again.

"I'll give you proof." Cen Jing pressed her forehead in obsession, "I'm sorry, I just used a new soul dementor on you...... This is the last time. ”

“……”

Sheng Yuxing's whole body was completely cold, her dagger fell in the dormitory, and there was no weapon at the moment.

Even if there is, he can't move, and he can't hurt Cen Jing in the slightest.

Eventually, they stopped in an alley not far from the palace.

Cen Jing arranged a carriage to wait here, spent a lot of money to seal the coachman, and brought people to the back without making the slightest stop, so that the coachman could go to Qingsu Mountain.

Sheng Yuxing was forced to sit on his lap, his eyes were still round, Cen Jing looked at it, a little unbearable, and leaned on her cheek affectionately.

"The wound you left me is not healed." He said intermittently, "It's hurting, but it doesn't stop me from holding on to you." ”

"I love you, little star, and I won't let go of your hand again this time." He didn't want to hate him, and it wasn't something he wanted voluntarily.

For so many years, he felt that he was only born to avenge the master of the secret door.

They said it was his real father, but there was no trace of him in their memory.

But Sheng Gardenia is different, this little star, he has really touched it.

Sheng Yuxing's hands trembled slightly in fear, but there was a different sense of strangeness in her heart, which disappeared in a flash, so fast that she couldn't catch it.

Cen Jing looked directly at her without shying away, "I'm sorry I didn't spend time with you in a normal way." But with my identity, let me take the normal path, I'm afraid that I won't be able to get close to you completely after spending a lifetime of effort. ”

"I'm mean, clumsy, and I'm sorry I broke your heart by doing those things."

"But I love you too."

She is the only one who can save him.

Cen Jing solemnly imprinted his thin lips on the center of her eyebrows, and his fingertips ran across her cheeks, quietly unraveling the soul dementorship.

She was free.

Sheng Yuxing stared at the movements of the man in front of her in a daze, but she didn't realize that she could move again at the first time, until the carriage bumped, causing her to exclaim.

Cen Jing held her wrist firmly, as if giving her the right to choose, and seemed to force her to choose only him.

"What exactly do you want to do?" Sheng Yixing shrank in the corner and looked at him in confusion, "Are you really Cen Jing?" ”

It's different, not like the Cen Jing she knows well.

Then I thought about it, oh, she didn't know Cen Jing that thoroughly.

Cen Jing picked up the long sword at his waist and handed it to her, his thin lips hooked into a light smile, "Xingxing, I gave myself to you." ”

Sheng Yuxing swept towards the sword for no apparent reason.