The white-haired woman suddenly turned her head, her eyes contained incomparable sadness, Qi Qingfeng's question seemed to affect the pain hidden in her heart, after staring at Qi Qingfeng for a moment, her eyes became a little empty, and she slowly spit out a sentence that made Qi Qingfeng inexplicable: "I love him...... But I hate him......"

After a full minute, the woman in white seemed to come back to her senses, stared at Qi Qingfeng suddenly and said, "Forget Anna!"

After saying that, her figure turned into a streamer of light and disappeared into the sky...... Looking at the fleeting figure, Qi Qingfeng knew that perhaps, this was the last time he saw her in this life...... The thoughts that lingered in his heart for hundreds of years, when he saw her eyes, Qi Qingfeng's heart, which had been weathered and tasted all kinds of things in the world, actually felt a deep pain, just like the kind of emotion he had once touched in Yang Tian's mind...... Turning around gloomily, waving his sleeves, his figure seemed to be a little older in an instant, but there was a little more freedom, I saw him walk in the air, and in just a few steps, his figure merged into the endless void............ Qi Qingfeng.

Hundreds of years ago, he was a collection of thousands of favors, and before he was born, his father Qi Tianlei married Ali El, the king of the El Empire.

The girl she was married to was Anna Eyre.

But he was born a waste of wood, but he grew up in the sarcasm, contempt, and even humiliation of everyone from childhood to adulthood.

What was originally a good match made in heaven turned into a tragic result of "flowers and cow dung".

Qi Qingfeng couldn't forget that every time he was injured, there was always a beautiful little girl like an angel, comforting him and encouraging him...... That angelic little girl is Anna Eyre.

It was his only friend in childhood and youth.

However, when Qi Qingfeng finally couldn't stand the ridicule of the world and the contempt of his family, he also chose to leave his hometown in order to be worthy of the angelic girl, and made up his mind that he would not return if he could not learn to become famous!

He believed that there must be a cultivation method that suited him in this world!

But a few years after leaving home, he heard the news of Anna Al's divorce, and when he rushed back, the El family was almost wiped out...... After searching for several years and still not hearing from Anna El, Qi Qingfeng left gloomily...... And that angelic girl has become an eternal longing and eternal pain in his heart...... Today, hundreds of years later, when she appeared with the king of the El Empire, Qi Qingfeng could hardly believe his eyes, because, at first glance, he was sure that the white-haired but youthful woman was the angelic little girl, his fiancée, Anna El.

...... Yang Tian quietly let Long Qingbing's cold little hand pull him, and moved forward quickly, and after a while, the two entered the mountain behind the school.

When the sub-god-level Ice Crystal Dragon King Trap entered his body, a strange connection was established between Yang Tian and Long Qingbing, and this connection allowed Yang Tian to clearly feel Long Qingbing's mood at this time.

Grief, yes, grief, deep grief.

Long Qingbing's beautiful face was still so cold, and her eyes had hardly changed much, but Yang Tian knew that her heart was crying and dripping blood...... Of course, the smart Yang Tian knew that all this had something to do with the white-haired woman, but he didn't know why.

When Long Qingbing took Yang Tian to the place where the "chrysanthemums bloomed" last time, he stopped, and the two sat together on a raised smooth rock.

"Husband, hug me. Long Qingbing suddenly raised his head and stared at Yang Tian, and said softly.

Yang Tian lowered his head, staring at a beautiful woman so closely, it was indeed a test for a man, fortunately, Long Qingbing's sad mood at this time also affected Yang Tian, temporarily making him suppress the idea of beast blood, but at this time, he wanted to know what was the reason for this woman who was so difficult to be emotional.

...... "Last night's stars and last night's wind, the west side of the painting building, the east of Guitang." There are no colorful phoenix wings, and there is a little bit of wisdom in the heart. Yang Tian smiled softly at Long Qingbing, gently hugged her slender waist, and sang softly, and after a pause, he said, "Xiao Qingbing, let's talk about it, tell my husband what's going on?"

A trace of confusion flashed on Long Qingbing's face, very faint, but Yang Tian could feel that he was occasionally "playing with the wind" just now, which made Long Qingbing lose his mind for a short time.

This girl seems to be particularly sensitive to the words of those vassal and elegant crepes, that is, the "chrysanthemum remnants" that Yang Tian casually said last time, although this girl doesn't understand, Yang Tian still feels a trace of her admiration.

Therefore, at this time, in order to let Long Qingbing come out of his grief, Yang Tian had a wit, and he played it off again.

"It's easy to understand the heart. Long Qingbing stared at Yang Tian's eyes, muttered, and suddenly his eyes lit up: "Husband, I can feel your heart, do we have a heart?"

"Yes. Yang Tian said softly: "This set of sub-god-level Ice Crystal Dragon King Sets and the Azure Starry Sky seem to be a whole, so when you and I become their masters, there is an invisible connection." So...... Xiao Qingbing, my husband can clearly feel that you are very heartbroken. ”

Long Qingbing's thin and delicate body suddenly trembled, her red lips seemed to tremble a little, at this moment, an even stronger heartache spread into Yang Tian's heart, it seemed that Yang Tian's inadvertent words touched Long Qingbing.

She trembled and whispered, "Husband, hold me, hug me tightly!"

...... What kind of emotion is that?

Loneliness, hesitation, and helplessness.

Yang Tianna held Long Qingbing's hand, and with a slight force, he gently lifted Long Qingbing up and put her whole body on his lap. hugged Long Qingbing tightly in his arms. And Long Qingbing wrapped around Yang Tian's thick waist and lay on Yang Tian's shoulder.

Yang Tian could clearly feel the fullness of Long Qingbing's chest, through the thin layer of magic robes, his big hands could also feel Long Qingbing's silky skin, her slightly thin back, still trembling slightly, accompanied by bursts of faint body fragrance, constantly burrowing into Yang Tian's nose.

In this warm and charming situation, Yang Tian, who should have thought about Ruo Feifei, didn't have any thoughts at this time, he just wanted to give Long Qingbing a solid shoulder for her to rely on. That's all!

Long Qingbing's hands hugged Yang Tian tightly, as if he was afraid that he would lose it if he was not careful. It seems so helpless and hesitant.

After a few minutes, Yang Tiancai gently grabbed Long Qingbing's shoulder, turned her body to himself, stared into her eyes, and said softly: "Xiao Qingbing, tell my husband what is going on, okay? Maybe my husband can help you!"

Can Long Qingbing say that? Tell Yang Tian that she is not human, and that her father is not human either?

She couldn't.

Unless Yang Tian is truly in love with her.

Fall in love with the heart, fall in love beyond boundaries, beyond race. Although she could feel Yang Tian's concern for her at this time, it was not love, even if she didn't understand what love was, but the "curse of God" in her body understood.

At the moment when it is lifted, it is the moment when Yang Tian really falls in love with her...... "Husband, I'm sorry." Someday, I'll tell you. Okay?" Long Qingbing's voice was still cold, and her expression was still emotionless.

But Yang Tian had already seen through that fragile shell, not to mention that there was a strange connection between the two at this time.

"Good. Yang Tian said softly. hugged Long Qingbing tightly in his arms again.

At the moment when the two of them made contact again, a strange feeling suddenly appeared in Yang Tian's mind, familiar, familiar taste, familiar body, familiar temperature, and a trace of familiarity that I can't say how familiar...... At this moment, at this moment, it is as if I had experienced it myself, and I remember it vividly...... Could it be that this is also a past life and this life?" Yang Tian wondered in his heart.

Long Qingbing's convex and concave body hugged him, and there was no gap between them, as if the two of them were a whole. This feeling made Yang Tian confused, and likewise, he was also very intoxicated...... Time passed minute by minute, and the two hugged each other quietly, and the sadness seemed to be quietly fading...... Yang Tian didn't know that a thin energy, so fine that Yang Tian's super perception could not feel it, quietly moved and circulated between the bodies of the two...... The sun slowly sank in the west, and the afterglow of setting was sprinkled on the two of them, Yang Tian quietly felt the warmth that seemed to have not been seen for a long time, and at this moment, his eyes once again brought a touch of gloomy ......**!

He finally understood the indescribable familiarity.

"Long Qingbing. Long Ziyan. Yang Tian lightly spit out two names.

(To be continued)