Song Yizhi raised his head slightly, and then saw that the man beside him was looking down at him.

There was a bit of confusion in those dark eyes.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood." Rong Yueyuan's calm voice sounded.

Song Yizhi put his hands around his chest, "You want a thousand-year-old ice lotus from me to give it to other people, or a woman, can I be in a good mood?" ”

"I didn't ask for it." Rong Yueyuan opened his mouth to retort.

How could he possibly do such a thing.

Under Song Yizhi's gaze, Rong Yueyuan opened his mouth and said, "I'm just talking to you." ”

"Oh?" Song Yizhi deliberately dragged out the end note, which sounded quite yin and yang, "Just to say it, there is no meaning to beg?" ”

"You're angry." Rong Yueyuan said.

Song Yizhi nodded undeniably, "It's a little." ”

As soon as you open your mouth, it is a thousand-year-old ice lotus, which is really unpleasant.

Song Yizhi glanced at Rong Yueyuan, then withdrew his gaze and turned to leave.

Rong Yueyuan followed with a move.

"What do you follow me?" Song Yizhi asked without replying.

Rong Yueyuan spoke, "What can you do to make you happy?" ”

Even if there is only hatred now, some things are instinctive, for example, if you want her to be happy, you will coax her.

Song Yizhi suddenly stopped and turned to look over.

Rong Yueyuan stopped in time, so as to avoid bumping into Song Yizhi.

Song Yizhi didn't speak, just stretched out his hand towards Rong Yueyuan.

Looking at Song Yizhi's calm gaze, Rong Yueyuan tentatively took out a storage bag and handed it over.

Song Yizhi swept the storage bag in his hand with his divine sense, and said with a surprised expression, "Where did you get so many hairpins?" ”

The contents of this storage bag are all hairpins that can only be used by the daughter's family, and in addition to hairpins, there are other decorations.

In short, these things are all things that Song Yizhi will like at a glance.

"I made it myself." Rong Yueyuan replied, looking at Song Yizhi, who was still surprised, he made an excuse for himself, "I was distracted when I was refining magic weapons, and then it became like this." ”

Naturally, you can't get distracted when refining magic weapons, otherwise it will explode.

The existence of these ornaments can only once again show that some things have nothing to do with memory, and memory is already instinctive.

For example, he will subconsciously refine the appearance of the magic weapon into beautiful jewelry, and over the years, these beautiful but unused magic weapons have accumulated a lot.

Now, these magic weapons can be regarded as having found a home.

"......" Song Yizhi was too lazy to debunk this nonsense, she picked up the storage bag and weighed it, and then stretched out her hand after putting away the storage bag.

Rong Yueyuan blinked.

Song Yizhi: "Huh? He looked at him quietly.

Rong Yueyuan thought about it, then took out two more storage bags and handed them over.

Song Yizhi swept it with his divine sense, and looked at Rong Yueyuan with some words, "You ......"

None of the things in the storage bag were anything that Rong Yueyuan would like, but all those things he would like.

"Instinct can't be forgotten." Rong Yueyuan opened his mouth and said.

The unhappiness in Song Yizhi's heart had long since dissipated when he saw these things.

"Aren't you angry?" Rong Yueyuan asked.

Song Yizhi weighed the storage bag in his hand, "For the sake of looking at these things, don't be angry." ”

Looking at the person whose expression had not changed, Rong Yueyuan was secretly relieved.

I can feel it, and I don't get angry.

It's good not to be angry.

As soon as this thought came out, Rong Yueyuan himself was stunned for a moment.

"What's the matter with your old daughter?" Song Yizhi asked as he walked to the stool and sat down.

Rong Yueyuan sat down on the stool beside Song Yizhi, "It seems that you know everything." ”

This little girl can understand that she will be angry because of this, and if you think about it, she will also be angry, very angry.

It's a bit of a bad thing to do on your own.

"Don't know much, tell me?" Song Yizhi spoke.

Rong Yueyuan recalled the things that had passed for a long time, and then said, "The head of the Situ family invited me, at the banquet, Situ Mo was very unruly, the head of the Situ family spoke in time, and when she apologized to me, she poured a glass of wine from the jug on my table. ”

Very unruly?

Song Yizhi raised his eyebrows slightly, "Tell me more!" ”

"......" Rong Yueyuan's calm eyes revealed a little helplessness, but he still spoke, "It's just a matter of courtesy." ”

Song Yizhi looked at him with curiosity.

"After checking it out, according to all the evidence, the poison in the pot of wine was given by the believers of the water god, but I don't comment on what it is." Rong Yueyuan's voice was slow.

Facing Song Yizhi, Rong Yueyuan didn't feel that there was anything he couldn't say.

Song Yizhi thought for a moment, and then said, "Do you suspect that this is a play directed and acted by the Situ family?" ”

Rong Yueyuan did not open his mouth to answer.

"It's not the Situ family, that's Situ Mo?" Song Yizhi asked.

Rong Yueyuan nodded, and then said, "It's just my guess, and there is no evidence." ”

Song Yizhi raised his hand and rubbed his chin.

Rong Yueyuan's intuition is also very terrifying, and to be so suspicious of him, this matter may not be so simple.

"Dying?" Song Yizhi spoke.

Rong Yueyuan shook his head, "I just don't like to owe favors to others." ”

As long as Situ Mo's poison is relieved and the kindness of the Situ family is repaid, he and the Situ family will have no communication.

"Don't worry, wait and see." Song Yizhi spoke.

She really wanted to meet this Situ Mo now.

Rong Yueyuan responded.

Looking at Rong Yueyuan, who was quiet, Song Yizhi raised his eyes to look at his side face.

Rong Yueyuan couldn't be seen, and when she looked sideways, she met the beautiful peach blossom eyes.

"Does it hurt?" Song Yizhi asked thoughtlessly.

Rong Yueyuan was puzzled, "Huh? "Yes.

"When I crossed the tribulation, there were so many thunder tribulations, did it hurt?" Song Yizhi spoke softly.

The calm look in the peach blossom eyes was a little more distressed, Rong Yueyuan was silent for a long time, and finally looked away, the slightly fast heartbeat was difficult to ignore.

"It's fine." Rong Yueyuan chose a more compromise rhetoric.

It doesn't hurt is fake, he couldn't bear the thunderstorm several times, and many times when he was dying, the power that didn't belong to him slowly emerged to repair his body.

If there was no power from Song Yizhi, he would not have survived the thunder tribulation.

Song Yizhi retracted his gaze and sighed softly.

When did Rong Yueyuan learn his own tone.

Rong Yueyuan wanted to say something but didn't know how to say it.

"Why do you want to go to the Temple of the Water God?" Song Yizhi asked again.

Rong Yueyuan spoke, "When I first arrived in the upper realm, I was chased and killed, it was a chase and kill order issued by the water god, and when I fled, I strayed into an ancient secret realm, and I stayed in it for a long time before I came out. ”

Looking at the person who said it lightly, Song Yizhi was in a complicated and distressed mood.

Rong Yueyuan spoke, "What about you?" ”

According to the reaction of the Great Elders, Song Yizhi's experience in the past thousands of years may not be dull.

Song Yizhi paused, she looked sideways at the man next to her, and a faint smile appeared on her face, "It's a good time." ”

Rong Yueyuan didn't believe this.

He looked at Song Yizhi quietly, and there were some waves in his calm eyes.

(End of chapter)