Sending away the ghost shadow, Xia Xingmeng closed the door, and when he turned around, he saw that Shen Yueyang had returned to a lazy posture, but his face was dark, frowning, and his two fingers were rhythmically tapping on the armrest of the chair, as if he was thinking about a difficult problem.

Xia Xingmeng didn't dare to disturb his train of thought, and only sat on another chair beside him, silently staring at his side face.

The chair had been sat on by the previous girl, and there was still her residual warmth. She was in this position just now, talking and laughing with Shen Gongzi!

Xia Xingmeng helplessly thought about why so many women fell in love with a downright bad man like Shen Yueyang.

Liu Yiyi, Su Ling, and herself, each of them are stars and moon-holding characters, but they all fell in love with this unruly wild horse, knowing that he would not stay for himself, but still tried to lock his wild heart.

Perhaps, there is something about him that makes women crazy!

In an almost condensed atmosphere, Shen Yueyang stopped tapping his fingers, picked up the tea on the table and took a sip.

"Alas......"

The turquoise brown color reflected the swaying light on his face, and his thoughts were entangled between his eyebrows, and his worries were incomprehensible.

He let out a sigh as he looked at the floating tea leaves in his cup.

The white ghost is worried to intercept Luo Jian, the two thousand Doomsday Iron Cavalry is not so easy to take, this is a wonderful opportunity, do you want to flip the table for a showdown?

But if you can't kill with one blow, it is equivalent to losing all your previous efforts......

While he was thinking, Xia Xingmeng looked at him with his cheeks raised, his eyes never moving, and his eyes were almost obsessed.

The witch who was supposed to charm all living beings suffered from gains and losses for a man. If I saw the appearance of this little woman as proud and glamorous as I was two years ago, I would definitely feel very ridiculous.

After a while, Shen Yueyang suddenly spoke: "Xiaomeng, have you been outside just now?" ”

Xia Xing dreamed that his brows were furrowed, knowing that he had made up his mind, and said with a smile: "No, I just came here for a while." I didn't hear you and that girl talk about me, I hate coming and going, I don't hear it. ”

Shen Yueyang snorted: "I'm just pointing out the maze for a confused girl!" ”

Xia Xingmeng saw his clothes torn open and his hair slightly messy, and raised his eyebrows slightly: "You won't be lonely anywhere." ”

Shen Yueyang's dark eyes flashed, and his eyes seemed to be hooking: "Because there are always girls who need my comfort." ”

Xia Xingmeng's face was slightly red, and he pretended to be calm to meet his burning gaze: "There are so many beautiful girls in the world, how can you be busy?" ”

"So I can only do one good deed every day and do my best." Shen Yueyang tidied up his shirt and got up calmly, "I go out casually, there are women who want to trouble me." Alas, they can't see me idle. ”

"But......" Xia Xingmeng bit her lip and finally said that sentence, "You have to pay attention to the identity of the other party." You hooked the concubine of the white ghost, what would he think? ”

"I can't control what he thinks. The little girl didn't write the words 'white ghost's concubine' on her face, and she sent it to the door herself, can I bear to refuse her as a gentle person? ”

"You'll never say no to ......"

Shen Yueyang walked past Xia Xingmeng leisurely and held her wrist: "Don't be jealous, go out with me to blow the wind!" ”

The Doomsday Legion, the Martial Battalion, the Shuai Tent.

Luo Jian, the young marshal in the brocade robe, sat opposite Zhang Yuting and drank tea.

It was obviously sunny weather, but Luo Jian had a blanket on his legs.

Zhang Yuting, who was opposite him, looked down at the book, with a slightly sickly pale face.

The two drank tea separately and didn't say a word, and the atmosphere did not seem awkward. Luo Jian knew that she just liked to be quiet in the rain pavilion.

Luo Jian also liked such moments, because he could see the young female crown's eyes fluttering and her eyelashes fluttering up close, quietly by her side.

Zhang Yuting was not disgusted by his gaze.

Although that kind of "not disgusting" is another way of saying "not caring", Luo Jian has been sincerely satisfied.

The so-called quiet years are good, and that's probably it. It would be nice if we could keep going like this......

It was nearly dusk.

The red twilight of the west fell into the corner of the tent, and the orange light shone on Zhang Yuting's cheeks, dyeing her pale and beautiful face a little bold.

Luo Jian breathed lightly.

This glamorous color made him have a blasphemous thought, is the woman in front of him real, or is it from a dream?

I really want to reach out and touch the temperature of that skin!

Unfortunately, after tonight, I don't know if I will have a chance to enjoy such peace.

Luo Jian's lips moved, and the words came to his lips and hesitated. He couldn't bear to break the beauty in front of him.

Zhang Yuting flipped a page of the book, suddenly raised his gaze and said, "Do you have something on your mind?" ”

After all, I have to say.

Luo Jian sighed: "I will go back to Beibei tonight, lead a thousand soldiers and horses, and set off at the right time." ”

Facing the beautiful woman's gaze, he felt a little ashamed.

Originally, it was good to guard the rain pavilion until she recovered, but unfortunately, now she had to leave early.

Zhang Yuting didn't have any surprised expression on her face, her gaze moved down, and landed on Luo Jian's leg covered with a blanket.

"Is it getting worse?"

She reached out to touch it, and Luo Jian instinctively made a backward movement, but did not dodge.

"Be careful." Luo Jian looked at the slender finger pressed on his leg through the blanket, and hurriedly reminded, "That 'red' flesh bud is difficult to deal with, and I used all my strength, but I can only cut it off for a full three miles. As long as the temperature is a little lower, it will come out and make trouble. ”

Zhang Yuting withdrew his fingers, frowned slightly, and said, "You should have gone back a long time ago." ”

Luo Jian smiled slightly: "I have a reason to stay here." ”

"You're stupid." Zhang Yuting was not angry, nor scolding, but a flat and straightforward tone.

But these cold and indifferent words made Luo Jian's heart warm, and he suddenly felt that all his patience and persistence in the past few days were worth it.

He leaned forward a little, and said with a hint of nervousness: "Yuting, will you go with me?" There is a ...... to take care of each other on the road."

"My injuries are not healed, so it is not convenient for me to travel far." Zhang Yuting's answer was as expected by him.

"Yes." Luo Jian nodded, his smile a little bitter, "I let Mink Huang stay, he still has a thousand cavalry under him, and he should be able to hold out for a while." ”

"You don't have to be so ......" Zhang Yuting's expression suddenly became less cold, "I understand your intentions, but you don't have to make such a sacrifice for something that has no results!" ”

"No, it's not a sacrifice, Rain Pavilion." Luo Jian said softly, "Just like you mountain monks said, everyone's avenue is different, and you are my avenue. Walking towards the avenue, I have nothing but happiness and contentment in my heart, so you don't have to sympathize with me at all, and you don't have to blame yourself for it, because I enjoy it myself......"

Zhang Yuting looked at him for a long time, and said uncertainly: "If it's just for the love of men and women, that kind of reason is too thin." ”

"No, the beauty of love can only be experienced by those who are in it." Luo Jian pressed his hands on the table, stared at the female crown and said, "Yuting, I take the liberty of asking you, have you ever had someone you like?" ”

"Nope." Zhang Yuting shook his head.

Luo Jian smiled and said: "In Zalishan, there should be many people pursuing you, but you haven't taken a fancy to any of them?" From childhood to adulthood, not one? ”

"I ......," Zhang Yuting paused, "No." ”

"Yuting, you're so cold!" Luo Jian sighed, "Isn't there a man who can leave a deep impression in your heart?" Even if it's just a dream by chance. ”

"Impressions?" Zhang Yuting paused again, this time thinking for a long time, "There is a ......"

"Who?" Luo Jian couldn't help but stand up.

Just as Zhang Yuting's lips opened lightly and he was about to spit out the name, the tent door was suddenly pushed open, and a black-armored officer walked in with heavy steps.

"General, it's time for dinner!"

"......" Luo Jian's face turned dark, and he stretched out his hand to point, "You let me out!" ”

"But it's time to eat......"

"Get out!"

Night is coming.

Many people in the barracks felt an inexplicable sense of anxiety.

The storm is coming.

Yin Meng, who was locked up in a separate camp, was in a state of flux, pacing back and forth.

She had a sense of foreboding.

She had been trapped in such an iron cage for four or five days.

As Zhao Ying's widow, she was treated like a prisoner, and she had no other contact with the outside world except for the person who delivered the food every day, and even Ye Xingsoul didn't have a chance to see her.

In the silence of the night, she reflected on what had happened to her lately, and became more and more afraid of what would happen to her.

Suddenly there was a sound of footsteps approaching outside the door.

Yin Meng was full of excitement, and secretly clenched the wooden hairpin in his hand.

"Squeak-"

The door was pushed open, and a figure flashed in. In the dark, Yin Meng saw the silhouette of the person's figure, which was clearly Ye Xing's soul.

She breathed a sigh of relief.

At least this man wasn't here to send her on her way.

"Sister Yin Meng, are you okay?" Ye Xingsoul walked over, his eyes in the darkness shining green like a wolf.

"It's fine. There are four guards outside, how did you get in? ”

"Luo Jian transferred troops tonight, and there was a gap in the manpower of the changing guard, so I mixed in." Ye Xingsoul walked over, coldly grabbed Yin Meng's wrist, and took away the wooden hairpin in her palm, "Don't do stupid things, this thing will only hurt yourself." ”

Yin Meng lowered his head and said, "At least I can choose my own way of death." ”

"Sister Yin Meng, do you still hate me?" Ye Xingsoul asked in a low voice.

Yin Meng was silent for a long time, and said slowly: "What about hate, what if you don't hate?" Do you still care how I feel? ”

Ye Xingsoul said: "Zhao Ying said before he died that he told you the identity of his employer. In other words, you already know his secret, don't you? ”

"Yes." Yin Meng turned half of his face, his haggard face hooked a cold smile, and said softly, "In the past few days, we have been like glue, eating and sleeping together, and there is no moment of separation, so the things he does will not be hidden from me." ”

Ye Xing's soul felt a pain in his heart, but he was patient, and listened to Yin Meng's faint whispers in silence.

"After coming to the desert, Brother Ying had secret meetings with many people, including nurses, courtesans, butchers, and gamblers...... Those people seem to be ordinary people, but their identities are actually extraordinary. Although Brother Ying didn't say it explicitly, I can guess it...... Although Brother Ying is gentle and elegant, he is extremely arrogant in his bones, and he has no patience to talk to the peddlers and pawns one by one......"

Ye Xingsoul's breathing suddenly became short: "Who are those people?" Tell me! ”

Yin Meng sneered: "You killed Brother Ying, do you think I will tell you these secrets?" ”

"I killed Zhao Ying to avenge the three hundred members of my Ye family! What's wrong with me? Ye Xingsoul let out a low roar in his throat.

"Star Soul, you're right." Yin Meng showed a sad look and sobbed like a whimper, "It's me who is wrong, I am an unworthy descendant, and I am not worthy of the surname Yin...... But I don't regret it! Although the time with Brother Ying is short, the happiness that Brother Ying has brought me has made me have no regrets in my life......"

Ye Xingsoul's eyes became redder and redder, his breathing became more and more rapid, and he roared, "Don't say it again!" ”

"Can't you listen to it? Isn't it heart-wrenching? Yin Meng said faintly, "You want to get Brother Ying's secret out of my mouth, why can't you even bear this pain?" ”

Ye Xingsoul took a step forward and put his hands on Yin Meng's thin shoulders: "Sister Yin Meng, you obviously know that I like you!" ”

"I know. But it's not possible. Don't be delusional about me! Yin Meng bit his lip and looked at him coldly, "I gave everything to Brother Ying, it's impossible to fall in love with a second man again." Besides, it's still the one who killed him......"

"I ...... I...... I like you, so ......"

Listening to Ye Xingsoul's heavy gasp, Yin Meng suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart, and said in a trembling voice: "Star Soul, what do you want to do?" Don't mess around—"

"So, I won't let you go!" Ye Xingsoul's voice was like crying and laughing, like a beast roaring.

"Woo-" Yin Meng let out a frightened scream, which was quickly stopped, leaving only a painful whimper.

"I know you hate me, so just hate me even more thoroughly! Sister Yin Meng, you won't even give me a chance...... You forced me! I want you now! ”

……

The red moon hangs high, thousands of miles of red land.

Zhang Yuting sent Luo Jian out of the second line of defense.

"That's it!" Luo Jian turned around and smiled at the female crown under the faint red moonlight, "Wait for me, I'll be back soon." ”

"Have a nice trip." Zhang Yuting said.

"Mink Huang, the rain pavilion will be handed over to you for protection, give me a clever point! She's missing a hair, so I'll ask you! Luo Jian shouted to the black-armored general not far away.

"Yes!"

Luo Jian waved his hand and got into the carriage with the support of the two personal soldiers.

Zhang Yuting watched the carriage rumble away, and suddenly saw Luo Jian poking out half of his head from the window of the car, and said loudly: "Who is the man who left traces in your heart?" ”

Zhang Yuting hesitated for a moment, and gently spit out three words: "White ghost sorrow." ”

"How is he?" Luo Jian's originally nervous and expectant eyes suddenly dimmed.

Under the orange moon, the long hair in Zhang Yuting's ears fluttered in the wind, matching her slender and weak body, looking helpless and poignant.

"I'm sorry, my Dao heart was broken by this person......"

By the time she looked away from the severed finger of her left hand, the carriage had disappeared into the twilight.

The strange moonlight sprinkled on his body, Zhang Yuting turned around alone, his steps were sluggish and heavy, and he was in such a mood at the moment.

Sorrow is surging, and depression is difficult to settle.

Not far away, wisps of faint pink mist rose from the horizon and swirled between the tents.

The night was bleak, Zhang Yuting's feet were weak, and he fell to his knees on the wet grass by the lake, his limbs cold and weak.

"Daochang Zhang!" The Black Armor General hurried over.

"It's fine." Zhang Yuting waved his hand, "It's just the sequelae of the fall." ”

The realm of Qi cultivation has dropped from the ninth-order "Returning to Void" to the seventh-order "Swallowing the Sun", and the Dao heart will be covered with dust and the acupoints will be blocked, which will also bring about physical decline.

Zhang Yuting was half-squatting, his eyes were blurred, looking into the distance.

The wind blows the wilderness, and the mist gathers and disperses, turning into all kinds of shapes, reflecting her eyes, as if symbolizing the impermanence of the world.

When the nightmarish parting of life and death really appeared in her life, she deeply realized that those ugliness and pains were by no means solved by an understatement of "forgetfulness......

She suddenly realized that if she continued like this, one of her Dao hearts would probably continue to fall into the dust.

In the second half of the night, in the clouds of the moon, thin starlight spilled in through the cracks, and the ground seemed to be coated with a layer of frost.

Su Yunqing suddenly woke up from her dream, stood up and looked around, gasping for air.

After calming down a little, she suddenly noticed that the familiar figure was sitting at the head of the bed, staring at her in a daze, his eyes confused.

"Xiao Ning, you haven't slept yet?" Su Yunqing was surprised.

Xining shook her head, her voice slightly astringent: "I'm not sleepy. ”

"Can't sleep?"

"Hmm...... There were women screaming. ”

"Women?" Su Yunqing pricked up her ears, listened sideways for a while, and wondered, "How can there be?" ”

Xining said: "There really is! She screamed so loudly that she seemed to be cursing. What's the 'I'm not going to let you go'...... Listen carefully! ”

Su Yun listened outside the tent for a while: "Is there one?" ”

"Yes! Someone was indeed screaming, as if ...... Is it Yin Meng's sister's voice? ”