For her, Imamu always gave him a feeling of trustworthiness, but after knowing the experience of Imamu Am today. There is not only a sense of trust in the present Wuzai, but also a sense of distress.

"I'll know it after I've met you." Immai smiled desolately, the word father had never been foreign to him.

"I can hide your identity, but you really don't want him to know?" Leng Huaping asked softly, his voice soft.

"I don't have to tell him, anyway, it's no different if I'm dead or not." Jin Wuzai was looking at the cold painting screen, there was a soft light in his eyes, and there was also a deeply hidden love, "Anyway, people will die after all." Isn't it? ”

Listening to Jin Wu's ethereal words, Leng Huaping couldn't help but feel distressed. Thinking that Wu Zai had been suffering from poison, he said distressedly: "Wu Zai, no matter what, you will always be my friend." ”

Hearing this, I am laughing even more desolately. Friend, he wanted more than just a friend, but when he thought of his body, he gave up again.

It's right not to tell Leng Huaping what he wants. Whenever I see the cold painting screen, I always comfort myself like this.

"Tell me, do you still have a relationship with the old doctor?" Leng Huaping asked this sentence, just to vent for Jinwu.

But the old doctor is the master of the old doctor, everything has to look at the attitude of the old doctor, if the old doctor is still a master and apprentice, then even if the cold picture screen is angry with the old doctor, she will not do anything to the old doctor, but as long as the old doctor has no feelings for the old doctor, then how the old doctor dies is up to her.

Leng Huaping is a very protective person. It's just that she didn't show it.

"It's been a long time." Jin Wu saw the appearance of the cold painting screen, and knew what she was thinking, so he didn't stop it.

Perhaps, after so many years, he also needs someone who can help him and break off the people he has hated for so many years. Because he knew he would never be able to do it, just as he could never hate his mother.

Jin Wuzai looked at Leng Huaping's appearance of wanting to speak and stopped, and Leng Huaping asked suspiciously: "What's wrong, why are you looking at me like this?" ”

Before Jin Wu could answer, Leng Huaping continued: "I'm a human skin mask. ”

Leng Huaping touched his face: "You know, I was driven to Yutu City by my father, and naturally I can't make a big show when I come back, so I naturally have to use another identity to walk." ”

"I didn't mean to hide it from you, you also know that I am doing things for the emperor, I really can't say too much." Leng Huaping explained, and now Wuzai listened to her seriously.

"yes, I understand." Jin Wuzai didn't ask Leng Huaping how he had something to do with the emperor, just like a listener.

Leng Huaping thought, there are more and more people who know her identity, and it seems that it won't last long.

"By the way, you went to my appointment today, did you want to talk to me?" Leng Huaping then asked.

Of course, what she meant was to let Leng Huaping know that Jin Wuzai had seen through her fake identity.

Jin Wuzai nodded, the things he wanted to talk about were not just the things that the cold painting screen was referring to.

"Picture screen, do you know that you were born in Huangjue Temple?"

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