"Enough! Stop it! ”

Ling Aotian opened his mouth in embarrassment, his eyes full of scarlet.

He couldn't say how he felt at this time, he wanted to deny his status because of the charity of Night Terror, and he wanted to deny that the pain of Chinese New Year's Eve came from him, deny his harm to her, and deny the countless unwillingness and anger in his heart.

I want to deny that there is no longer an impossible future between him and her......

Ling Aotian took a step forward and looked aggressively at the night terror: "Why! Why?! ”

Night Terror sneered: "What why?" ”

Ling Aotian: "Why meddle? Why make your own claims? Why should I decide my life and future on my own? ”

Could it be that I, Ling Aotian, am so incompetent?!

can only rely on a woman's charity to make progress?!

Even if he hadn't done anything nosy, he wouldn't have been defeated, definitely not!

If!

If...... None of this happened, if Night Terror successfully became the apprentice of Master Yan, wouldn't she have been poisoned?

Would he look up to her and be attracted to her?

Between them......

Could there be a completely different future?!

After the shock and severe pain, Ling Aotian understood why he was so angry about the transformation of the night terror, and why he was so disdainful of her actions later, it turned out that in the depths of his memory, the girl's clear and bright eyes had never disappeared......

He just...... It's just that...... Helpless and dazed.

Hearing the grief in his words, Night Terror frowned, "I can't answer your question, because the past Night Terror is dead. ”

"You...... Night terrors! Why do you keep saying such things?! You're still alive! Still alive!! ”

is still standing in front of him alive, will smile openly, and will raise his eyebrows confidently.

What died!

What died!

That's nonsense!

"You hate me like that?! Are you even willing to curse yourself?! ”

Ling Aotian took another step forward, wanting to hold Ye Jinghong's hand, but was stopped by the man on the side.

Yan Qingjue held the night terror in his arms, stared at Ling Aotian, and said coldly: "If you dare to take another step beyond the thunder pool, the deity will make you disappear from the world forever." ”

If it weren't for the fact that this man was already so weak that he was already vulnerable, Yan Qingjue really wouldn't mind throwing him to the Thunder Realm to teach him a good lesson.

Night Terror knew that the disappearance that Yan Qingjue said was a complete disappearance, the kind that would not even leave a soul.

This man, too domineering?

Patting the back of Yan Qingjue's hand, Night Terror Hong looked at the young man who was pale but stiffly upright, and said quietly: "Whether you believe it or not, this is the truth, the night terror in the past is indeed dead, and when you don't know it, together with the heart that loves you, the love for you, is buried in the years." ”

The eyes of the night terrors are very calm, like a cold lake.

In there, there is not a trace of the past and entanglement.

The entanglement of love and hate, the disordered right and wrong, and the entanglement of fate have all disappeared completely.

His girl......

The little girl he solemnly treasured was really dead.

As she said, buried in the years......

He's real, thoroughly, completely...... Lost her.

It was as if someone had cut his chest back and forth with a blunt knife, and the endless pain spread out.

Not fatal.

but it hurts the soul.

(End of chapter)