I saw that the quiet old man pinched the copper coin used for divination in his hand and turned it into a small pile of powder, and then he cried bitterly.

Dong Yingying immediately ignored Sheng Jiaqi's obstruction, rushed towards him as if she had eaten explosives, and shouted:

"Don't cry, do you hear? My sister will be fine, she is so kind-hearted, she usually doesn't even dare to step on an ant to death, and didn't you also say that how noble she is in her life can turn evil into good fortune? She has survived so many catastrophes of life and death, how could God take her life so easily? ”

The words that seemed to be self-consolation did not reassure her much, and at this time she was almost dying of despair.

A big hand behind her immediately grabbed her shoulder, this time she didn't look back, because she knew it was him, and then she tried to calm down and closed her eyes before asking Qing Youdao Laodao:

"Say it! What have you counted? Whatever the outcome, I'll accept it. If her body hadn't trembled so much, it would have been more convincing.

But the quiet old man didn't care about these despairs and said:

"The hexagram is very confused, one is nowhere to be found, the other is that I don't know how many years later, 'maybe' there will be a chance to meet again, combined with your omen-like dream, then the result is probably only one..." Dong Yingying said the next words for him with a dead face, and the quiet old man nodded indifferently.

Hearing these words, Sheng Jiaqi's heart trembled involuntarily, thinking that he might never see the gentle and delicate little girl who made him taste all kinds of things in his heart in the future, he couldn't help but feel a knife-like discomfort in his heart, and thinking of the involvement between him and her because of Dong Yingying, his heart was indescribably sour.

Yes! She didn't notice his existence at all, if it weren't for the sister she cared about the most, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to see him in this life and this life, right?

There was only one Dongfang Chenxi who died for her in her heart, and even if this matter was deliberately concealed by a few of their insiders, it couldn't change this fact.

Sheng Jiaqi, who had already convinced himself that he was dead to her and tried all his best to protect Dong Yingying, still found it difficult to accept such a result.

He hugged Dong Yingying, who had long been unable to support and fainted, and finally couldn't help but look up at the sky, and her warm smiling face seemed to be floating in the sky, clean as if it could wash away all the dirt in this world.

He smiled and asked in his heart with a face full of tears:

"Is that really the end of it? Wanwan, you waved your sleeves and left without taking away a cloud, you can go to your Dongfang Chenxi with peace of mind, but do you know how many people's hearts your departure has taken away!

And Dongfang Chenxi, I don't know if you are safely reunited with her in another world now, only we ordinary people are still struggling in this complicated splendid dynasty. ”

But the quiet old man couldn't accept such a result at all, and saw him say in a trance:

"Why? Haven't you already passed the threshold of life and death? I looked for you for so long to find it, I just wanted to protect you for the rest of my life, but why didn't God even give me this opportunity, no! I will never accept such an outcome. ”