Xie Yuci listened to her quietly.

As she spoke, the glimmer of hope in his eyes gradually faded, and his secretly clenched right hand slowly loosened.

Xie Yuci smiled self-deprecatingly.

Oh, yes

If her worries are not because of the so-called living up to the common people and the peace of the four seas, is it because she was ashamed of him in her previous life, so although she has forgotten her past and reincarnated as a human in this life, she still has a trace of apology for him in the depths of her soul?

If Wanqing knew what he was thinking in his heart, he would definitely laugh at him for being obsessed again.

It may be that they have been getting along a lot lately, and he has been affected so much that he is really getting mad and worse.

More than 9,000 years ago, when she was shattered by the Yuan Shen and broken bones, she was so painful that she was shattered and almost disappeared, but she still frankly said that she had no regrets in her life.

What else is he hoping for?

What else is he expecting from her?

He once heard someone say that a person should not meet too many people in his life, otherwise it will be a poem that cannot be turned over in his life.

He didn't believe it when he was young, but now he does.

Xie Yuci suddenly smiled, he nodded lightly, and said:

"yes." Zhuo Xianchang's kind of person, presumably a fairy wind and bones who are not afraid of death, only the common people's morality pays attention to the field. Even if there is compassion and sorrow in the center of the eye, it is definitely for all sentient beings, how can it be for a certain person? I'm sorry, but I've read too many stories on weekdays, and it's cliché, so don't you mind. ”

Zhuo Qingtan paused slightly when he heard this.

Her eyebrows and eyes looking at the red coral potted plants slowly fell on Xie Yuci's nonchalant expression, and she suddenly smiled with relief.

However, thank you, do you know that I have sentient beings in my heart, but there is also one in between.

Everyone thinks I'm calm and wise, and I'm sure of everything, but why, I never seem to be able to handle things with you?

Zhuo Qingtan frowned, slowly looked up at Xie Yuci, and stopped talking.

"You-"

But he got up and turned away, leaving behind a very cold word.

"I'm sleepy, you can sleep too."

Zhuo Qingtan lay quietly on the bed, turned his head to silently look at his back, which seemed to be very resolute, but was actually a little lost, and was silent for a while.

In fact, when she first called him for the first time, she did have some caution.

Because he was worried that he would ask An Pinhan why he would say the words "she suffered" to her at night, and he was also afraid that he would really hear from An Pinhan about another use of bone nails.

Xie Yuci was already excellent in his exercises, well-read and knowledgeable, and now he has taken back a quarter of his divine power.

He knows all the immortal magic formations that can make people confide the truth, such as the Truth Technique, the Heart Technique, and the Appeal Array.

If he really wanted to suppress the torture with divine power, not to mention a mere mortal immortal sect monk like An Pinhan, even she, who was a former god and now has no spiritual power, may not be able to withstand it.

But when Xie Yuci was really stumped by her words, when he was really worried and looked carefully because of her half-true excuse of "sore throat", when he was really exhausted and uneasy because of her physical illness, she felt sour in her heart.

She obviously regained her memory, she knew who he was, but she always pretended to have forgotten everything, isn't this a deception?

Zhuo Qingtan's eyesight was extremely poor, and her vision was blurred and she looked at the closed door in the distance.

The door looked extremely cold, as if Xie Yuci's heart and lungs were locked in this life.

She suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

This time it's not a show, and the sadness can't be faked.

She got up with one hand and overturned over the edge of the bed, the back of the other against her mouth and nose, trying to silence her voice.

She tried to hold the sound of coughing and panting to her chest, until her pale cheeks flushed slightly.

In the next moment, Zhuo Qingtan seemed to be difficult to suppress.

She choked on a mouthful of blood, and the next moment it was all covered by her sleeve.

She paused slightly, then smiled, and then muttered to herself in a very weak tone.

"As the old saying goes, there is no difficulty in ancient and modern times except death, and everything has nothing to do with the future. But why?"

She smiled and laughed, and her white lips cracked in two cracks because of the smile, and the blood was immediately filled.

But why, after nearly 10,000 years of death, my heart can't get a moment of peace, and it is really difficult to walk the road of conical heart in these three realms."

Her hands were finally exhausted, and she fell on the pillow, her eyebrows and eyes that were as thick as ink paintings, and the light was dim.

She trembled and covered her eyelids with her dark blood-stained hand.

"Excuse me, the people are vast, and you have a thousand ways to live. Why be cocooned and obsessed with a moment of delusion?

Xianshan Dai has been reduced to an ancient strange story, and the fairy trail is no longer there, as if it was a rumor that never existed.

Ling Zhuxiang is broken, the flow of eternity, and the dust is forgotten. The ending between you and me shouldn't have been so unbearable. ”

Through the faint candlelight between her fingers, she stared at the golden gauze tent hanging from her head.

However, no matter how white lies are, it is like this seemingly prosperous and beautiful veil, but in fact it is false and fragile.

Sooner or later, there will be a day when it will be cut by a sharp blade.

One day, he will still know that during this time, regardless of the past, they only talk about the present, and the seemingly harmonious relationship between them day and night is also what she is hiding from him.

How will she deal with herself?

And where should the doom between them go?

*

An Luofu sat upright in front of the middle of the room, smashing walnuts with a small copper hammer, and looked at the window without saying anything.

At this time, on a sandalwood couch by the window, Zhuo Qingtan was wearing a jade crown and neatly dressed, covering himself tightly with a light green coat.

She lowered her head slightly, quietly looking through the lone manuscript in her hand that had been found on the bookshelf in her room.

Zhuo Qingtan's slender and slender neck, because of the posture of hanging his head to read, bent into a very good-looking arc, like a crane sleeping on the shore of Yaochi Lake.

Although An Luofu's speechless and burning gaze not far away made people very uncomfortable, she always looked calm, silently looking at her handwriting, and was not disturbed by it in the slightest.

I saw her fingers move slightly, and the lone book in her hand turned another page.

An Luofu struggled for a while, until the walnuts in the wooden box on the table were smashed and peeled by him, and he never found a suitable opportunity to speak.

Finally, as if in the depths of his mind, he picked up the plate full of peeled walnut pulp, got up and walked to the low couch by the window, and then gently put down the walnut in his hand.

An Luofu whispered: "Senior sister." ”

Zhuo Qingtan glanced at him amusedly, and asked lightly:

"What's wrong? Why have you been weird for the past two days, but Uncle Shi has reprimanded you again? ”