Forsythia came back to her senses at this time, pursed the corners of her lips and looked at the young man in front of her, a little unsure of how to explain to him what happened when he was unconscious.

Say what? Xiao Lingbo's personality is too strong, after killing Chen Xuan, he didn't want to fall into the hands of Ling Chongxiao, so he didn't hesitate to blow up the demon pill and set himself on fire to death?

But soon, Forsythia realized that maybe she didn't need to speak anymore.

The young man's gaze did not look at her at all.

This place is full of ashes, and there is this inexhaustible demon fire, just by guessing, Chen Zhifeng can guess one or two.

Xiao Lingbo is in the triple realm of the Ming Dao realm, and the demon fire before death will not be extinguished for three days and three nights.

Since he woke up, the young man quietly and intently looked at the demon fire spreading in front of him, and his warm eyes could not tell what emotions he had.

Xia Lianqiao couldn't bear to see it, thought about it, and comforted in a low voice: "She's here to save you." ”

"I know." Chen Zhifeng closed his eyes, "I know that she deliberately knocked me out, so that you don't embarrass me." ”

Xia Lianqiao was a little unable to distinguish Chen Zhifeng's feelings for Xiao Lingbo.

He was sacrificed at the age of eight, and his blood was deeply hated, and it was false to say that he didn't hate, but he stayed in front of Xiao Lingbo for several years, and only then did he know that she was innocent in the past.

Before seeing Xiao Lingbo, he smiled bitterly and begged them to spare her life, and after seeing her, there was a faint hatred in his eyes, and he didn't want Xiao Lingbo to see half of the affection in his eyes.

Maybe there are always some love-hate feelings after being accompanied by him over the past few years, but he just doesn't want Xiao Lingbo to know.

"Back then, I was sacrificed because I was born like one of my grandmothers, and she never killed me and spared my life."

"Now she has saved her again." Speaking of this, Chen Zhifeng fell silent and stood up suddenly, "You say, does she still have old feelings for him?" ”

Is this asking her?

Xia Lianqiao was stunned for a moment, and her heart was entangled, where did she, the peony dead house, give these suggestions, and ask people like them, the answers are all persuasive.

"I think, maybe I loved, but now there should be only hate left." After a moment's struggle, Xia Lianqiao replied.

"Yes." Chen Zhifeng pursed his lips slightly, "She doesn't love anyone now." ”

Bai Ji'an also came over at this time and said, "Chen Daoyou, mourn." ”

Li Langhuan was busy supporting and comforting Mrs. Zheng, and watched from a distance worriedly and did not come.

Bai Ji'an said in a warm tone: "Now that this is all over, Daoist friends will return to Chen's Mansion to see their relatives, have a cup of tea, and rest." ”

Chen Zhifeng didn't answer, and muttered: "I think, in the past hundred years, what she has read is only my grandmother." ”

The girl who was the only one who extended a friendly hand to her, dressed in a red robe in the wedding hall, bowed to her with a playful smile, and bowed to her in the church.

As he spoke, Chen Zhifeng showed a slightly contemplative look, as if he was caught in a memory.

After a long time, he raised his eyes, his expression was calm, and he seemed to have made up his mind, "Bai Daoyou, I won't go back with you." ”

Bai Ji'an was stunned, couldn't help frowning, vaguely aware of the strangeness, and said hurriedly: "Chen Daoyou, you?" ”

"My life was originally given by her, and now she saves me for the second time, and I have to pay her back no matter what."

"What's more, I'm ...... She, now I have no chance to face my parents and relatives, and face those Chen brothers and sisters who died in the sacrifice. ”

After speaking, this gentle and beautiful young man stood in front of the demon fire, arched his hand calmly towards everyone, turned around and groaned step by step, and stepped into the demon fire.

"Lingbo comes, and he walks away."

"To live for love, to die for love."

The fire lifted his sleeves, and the fireworks in the water flowed and beat, just like an inexhaustible glass heart fire.

And more than a decade ago.

Xiao Lingbo actually doesn't love the Crystal Palace, maybe because she is a demon, and she prefers to live in the world on weekdays.

A small house, with blue tiles and white walls, thousands of poems and books, and a courtyard full of bamboo.

The boy, who was only eight or nine years old, pursed his lips in silence and fell to his knees at the foot of the steps.

Another spring rain, dripping.

The boy was drenched in the rain, his pale little face was stubborn, and his eyes were full of bitter hatred.

She held an oil-paper umbrella, and when she stepped under the stairs, she happened to see the little boy's hateful gaze.

"You said you want to practice with me?"

The little boy gritted his teeth, as if he felt humiliated, and after a long while, he leaned down, pressed his forehead to the ground, and slammed his head several times, "Please, you, teach me the immortal method." ”

"What immortal law? But the demon law. You are not very old, and your mind is full of energy, why should I teach you? ”

"Teach you," she leaned over, lifting the boy's jaw with a pale hand, and spoke in a cold, ethereal tone, as if coming from the netherworld, "are you waiting for you to kill me?" ”

The little boy closed his eyes in shame, and the raindrops on his eyelashes trembled: "...... I just see that you are very majestic, and I want to learn too. ”

He didn't dare to look at her.

I don't know how long I waited, but I suddenly heard a woman's hoarse voice, "You will come here again tomorrow." ”

He was stunned, opened his eyes suddenly, and looked at her in bewilderment.

"I'll teach you then."

After that, the woman turned around, her white hair dragged to the ground, and her dark blue figure gradually melted into the hazy pale cyan smoke and rain, and was soon engulfed by the dripping spring rain, "I'll wait, you will kill me with your own hands one day." ”

This is Chen Zhifeng's own choice.

Therefore, Bai Ji'an only sighed and did not stop much.

Li Langhuan walked over with Mrs. Zheng, whose tears had not dried on her face, looked at the direction in which Chen Zhifeng left, and sighed, "The matter is over, Bai Gongzi, Ling Daoyou, let's go back." ”

On the way back, Xia Lianqiao's interest was still not high, and even Bai Ji'an noticed her strangeness, and comforted her unprecedentedly: "This is their own choice after all, and they feel that if they have no regrets, it will be complete." ”

Li Langhuan didn't know how to comfort her, so she caught a little crab for her to play with.

"Brother Bai, Lang Huan, I'm fine." Xia Lianqiao shook her head in a somewhat complicated mood. When she thought of Chen Zhifeng and Xiao Lingbo, she was still a little unmotivated.

It's not because of any feelings, she and Chen Zhifeng have only known each other for half a day. It's just that I feel that the karma between people will really be scattered like duckweed, and it is fleeting.

Mrs. Zheng sat on the bow of the boat in a daze, silent. The tears on her face have dried, this gentle and virtuous woman has shown incomparable strength at this moment, which is beyond Li Langhuan's expectations.

Xia Lianqiao thought about it, ran to the cabin and poured her a cup of tea, she took it, raised her head, and smiled.

Although there are tears in his eyes, his mental state is much better than just now.

"Daoyou, how similar do you think I am to that Xiao Niangzi?" Looking at the pale cyan tea soup in the bowl, Mrs. Zheng said softly.

The woman reflected in the tea soup cried red eyes, and her eyelids were swollen like a peach, but this pair of eyebrows and eyes looked close, and it was really similar to Xiao Lingbo, Li Langhuan was stunned, and she didn't know how to comfort this woman for a while.

"I know that my husband is sincere to me," Madame Zheng wiped the bowl with two fingers and muttered, "but he may not be really ruthless to Mrs. Xiao." ”

"When he saw me for the first time, he looked stunned, and I still thought it was love at first sight for us, but now that I think about it, maybe I feel guilty when I think of Mrs. Xiao."

"Xia Daoyou, Li Daoyou, you don't need to comfort me, I only learned about my husband today...... No, the past between Chen Xuan and Xiao Niangzi, in the final analysis, is that Chen Xuan can't stand her......"

Xu was unsightly in the past, and Chen Xuan did not tell Mrs. Zheng the truth. Xia Lianqiao sympathized with this poor woman who had been kept in the dark, soft on the outside and strong on the inside, "Does Madame have any plans in the future?" ”

Madame Zheng raised her eyes, and the corners of her lips barely pursed a complicated smile mixed with bitterness and relief, "Chen Xuan took me to step into the path of immortals, and since I have come into contact with immortality, of course I will continue to ask immortals in the future, and I will see that this world is vast." ”

Xia Lianqiao was stunned, but she didn't expect Chen Xuan and these people to go around and around, and in the end, it was Mrs. Zheng who had the most immortal fate.

Everyone said something intermittently, and Xia Lianqiao couldn't help but look at Ling Chongxiao, who hadn't spoken much since he got on the flying boat.

The young man had a stiff back, a long posture, and low eyelashes, and he hadn't opened his mouth since just now.

Alas, alas, I don't know what Ling Xiaoshao is thinking, Xia Lianqiao is a little hesitant and worried.

From the beginning, he was chasing Xiao Lingbo, and now that he has seen such a tragic ending, don't make PTSD, right?

"That, Ling Daoyou?" She spoke tentatively and cautiously.

Facing Ling Chongxiao's gaze, Xia Lianqiao sat beside him with her skirt lifted, "Are you okay?" ”

This time, Ling Xiaojun turned around and left without a blank face.

It can be regarded as a small success in her strategy, which is gratifying and gratifying.

It's just that the words are still sparse and polite, "Why did Daoyou say this?" ”

"That's it, you don't have to be too psychologically burdened." Xia Lianqiao put on the posture of a confidant sister and persuaded him euphemistically.

The young man frowned, revealing a puzzled look, "Karma and harmony, Xiao Lingbo and Chen Xuan ended up today, but the blame is self-inflicted, why should I have a psychological burden." ”

Xia Lianqiao was stunned and looked at Ling Chongxiao blankly.

No way......

Wait, she seems to know why Ling Chongxiao was so unkind in the early stage, so indifferent that she directly lost her seven emotions and six desires.

Since he was a child, he had no parental education and no friends to accompany him, so it was difficult to understand the complex feelings between Xiao Lingbo and others.

When normal people see this tragic ending, they will be more or less embarrassed, angry or even disgusted. And Ling Chongxiao didn't have any emotional fluctuations, and his heart lake was like a frozen lake for 10,000 years.

This cold and thorough glass heart does not know whether it is a blessing or a curse for the cultivation of the Tao.

This problem in him must be adjusted, and by the time his daughter wakes him up with death, it will be too late. Looking at the clouds flying by outside the ship, Xia Lianqiao thought for a while, and asked tentatively, "Dao is friendly and hard-hearted." ”

Ling Chongxiao's words were concise and to the point: "If the love is strong, the wisdom is short, and the lack of affection is not ruthless." ”

"That's right, I know that Daoyou's idea may be the most correct, but I still want to know, will Ling Daoyou be emotional?"

The young man asked lightly, "What is emotion?" ”

Charcellu: "That's it...... Which girl do you like? ”

Ling Chongxiao pursed her lips and gave her an unexpected and reasonable answer, "I don't know." ”

The young man's eyebrows and eyes are slightly frowned, his nose and thin lips are beautiful, the sword marks in the center of his eyebrows are bright and dusty, his face is as white as jade with a light and cold cold light, and his flexible and black high ponytail hair is blown by the long wind.

At first glance, this face is the face of the flower of Kaolin who does not understand love, and Xia Forsythia is full of emotion in her heart.

"If I am emotional," Ling Chongxiao said coldly, "I will definitely not fall into the fate of that evil Jiao." ”

"Too forgetful, not for love, not for love, is the highest state of love."

Xia Lianqiao objected: "But the relationship between men and women is irrational. ”

Ling Chongxiao's tone was resolute and calm, "I will not be like this." ”

Xia Lianqiao raised his cheeks: "That Taoist friend is too rational, isn't the love between men and women without passion and possessiveness as bland as water?" I thought that the word love should have been warm. ”

She originally intended to change the ending of Li Langhuan and Ling Chongxiao, of course, she couldn't see Ling Chongxiao being too rational and indifferent.