One of the faces of the wind was very close, and as she watched herself speak, Ye Yin could even feel the heat coming from her words. Spray on the face, itchy, but warm.

How many years have passed, Ye Yin has become accustomed to others keeping a distance from him, and this is the first time that someone has been so close to the ground.

He thought that he was used to being lonely, used to being alienated, used to standing outside the crowd, and even thought that he would hate the proximity of others, but this time, Feng Yin was close to him, so close to the ground, Ye Yin didn't want to push it away, he even felt the longing for warmth that he hadn't seen for a long time, and he was so eager to reach out and hold her.

Ye Yin smiled, looking at Feng Yin's face, watching her every subtle expression, and by the time he realized it, the longing hand had reached out.

He was stunned, and immediately put the hand behind his back, and took a step back, and when he looked at Feng Yin again, he deliberately hid the smile on his face, but his expression was still patient and gentle.

"You fell that night, and I picked it up. ”

"It's really it!" said the wind laughing, and with great joy ran under the branch again, took the concentric knot, and carefully examined and stroked it, wanting to take a good look at the lost gift.

She looked at Ye Yin, and suddenly showed a somewhat aggrieved expression, "I thought I would never find it again, I have been distressed for a long time!" After speaking, she became happy again, showed a bright smile, and held the concentric knot and said, "This one, I still want to thank you." ”

Ye Yin shook his head, walked over to her, and said, "I lost it because of me, this time, I just returned you." ”

He walked up to Feng Yin, raised his hand and touched the concentric knot, smiled, and then turned around and walked out, saying, "Okay, let's go." ”

"Wait a minute!" Feng Yin suddenly remembered something, reached out and grabbed his sleeve, and when he saw him stop, he lowered his head and untied the peace blessing bag given by Master Wuyan from his body, held it in both hands and handed it to him, and said, "This blessing bag, for you." ”

Ye Yin looked at the lucky bag, and then at Feng Yin, and there was a hint of surprise in his eyes.

Feng Yin was determined to give him this lucky bag, but when he didn't accept it, he directly reached out and grabbed his right hand and stuffed the lucky bag, and said with a smile: "Anyway, you have helped me a lot, I should thank you." But I don't think words are enough, but I don't have anything else to give, so I'll give you this lucky bag. ”

After she said this, Ye Yin lowered her head, looked at the lucky bag and smiled, and the hand that had been open was clenched.

Feng Yin felt that he seemed to be a little disdainful of this lucky bag, so he said: "Don't underestimate it, this is made by the master of speechlessness, it has been opened, with the blessing of God and Buddha, others may not be able to ask for it, I am very precious to it!"

Ye Yin glanced at her and said, "Don't you know that we in the Demon Realm don't believe in gods and Buddhas?"

"Ah...... Is it," Feng Yin's eyes blinked, and his face turned a little embarrassed, "I...... I forgot about it for a while. As she spoke, she stretched out her hand again, trying to take the lucky bag back, but when she reached halfway through her hand, she felt that it seemed worse to take it back, so she had to take back her half-stretched hand in embarrassment.

She looked at Ye Yin's face and saw that he showed no signs of anger, so she said again, "Then if that's not the case, you ...... Don't treat it as a request from the temple, just as an ordinary blessing bag, as a thought left for you by a friend in the human world, can't you?"

Ye Yin looked at her, his eyebrows slightly raised, "Friend?"

Feng Yin thought about it, and it seemed that he was not qualified to be friends with a big man like him, so he said, "Yes...... The two of us are naturally not friends, so ...... Then you just think of it as an ordinary thank you gift. Anyway, there is my mind in it, so you should only accept my mind. ”

Ye Yin looked at her again and asked, "What do you want?"

Feng Yin felt that he was going to accept it, so he laughed and said, "May you rejoice in the dynasty and have a peaceful year!"

Although her expression was very serious, Ye Yin couldn't help but be amused by her.

"Okay, then I'll take your heart. ”

Feng Yin turned his face to look at the tall banyan tree, and said, "Since you don't believe in gods and Buddhas, then I will ask your mother for this wish, I believe that she can hear it, and she will definitely fulfill my wish." ”

Ye Yin's smile immediately dispersed, and his expression became solemn. He also looked at the banyan tree, and there was a very suppressed longing in his eyes, and then he put the lucky bag into the placket of his chest.

He didn't say anything more, turned and walked over to the clearing in front of the tree.

Feng Yin immediately followed, and said nothing.

Suddenly, something fell from the sky and landed on the corner of Wind Yin's mouth, melting into the skin as soon as it touched it, and seeping into Wind Yin's mouth coolly.

Feng Yin licked the corners of her mouth, looked up to see that snowflakes fell on her face one after another.

Tiny snowflakes fell more and more into her eyes, Feng Yin closed her eyes, but she didn't want to lower her head, she stretched out her hand to pick up the snow, felt the refreshing coolness, and giggled.

"It's your mother," the wind shouted cheerfully, "it must be your mother, she heard it!"

The words she shouted hit the most vulnerable secret space in Ye Yin's heart.

Ye Yin's eyes trembled, and he also looked at the snow, and trembled and stretched out his hand to take a snowflake.

He didn't speak, but his heart swelled with bitterness and excitement. At this moment, even he wanted to believe that this snow was really sprinkled for him by his mother.

Feng Yin went to look at him, only to see his quiet back and the appearance of him reaching out and gently caressing the snowflakes. But Feng Yin felt that he must be happy, and the expression on his face must be rare peace and satisfaction.

So Feng Yin stopped talking, and just stood quietly behind him, leaving room for him. This moment is just left to himself.

I don't know how long it took, Feng Yin felt that the snow was a lot smaller, so she looked up, but saw the tall figure of Ye Yin.

Yeyin stood in front of her, stretched out his hand to brush the snow off her head, and reproached: "I don't know how to hide under the tree." ”

Feng Yin couldn't see his face clearly, but he inexplicably felt that his expression at this time must be smiling. Her heart suddenly itched, and she wanted to see what his expression would look like. But she didn't dare to move, for fear that if she moved, it would destroy the atmosphere of rare intimacy now.

This atmosphere, Feng Yin can't say how much I like it.

Ye Yin saw that Feng Yin's eyes flashed a faint red light in the night, and the two lights did not move, staring at his face all the time.

He sighed, pressed Feng Yin's head down, pressed it on his shoulder, and said, "Hold on, I'll send you back." ”

Wind nodded knowingly, and reached out to wrap his hand around his waist.

Ye Yin grabbed Feng Yin's waist, cast a spell with his right hand to draw a circle to isolate the falling snow from the circle, and then flew into the air.

Luo Anhua was lying on the beauty couch, drinking a cup of strong tea, and eating fried chestnuts with sugar without a mouthful of pastime.

Zuo Qiusheng was lying on the table, his eyes narrowed slightly, obviously he was sleepy, but he just refused to leave, he had to wait for the Demon Lord to come back together with Luo Anhua.

The tea in Luo Anhua's cup was almost bottoming out, Zuo Qiusheng saw it, and immediately got up and walked over, picked up the pot and refilled a cup for him. This is already the fourth cup of tea he has filled for the ghost king tonight.

He wanted to talk and stopped shaking in front of his eyes all night, Luo Anhua was really annoyed, so he frowned and said: "Say, if you have anything you want to ask, just say it, and hurry back to your house when you are done, don't dangle under my nose anymore!"

Zuo Qiusheng scratched his head, and after a good review of the draft in his heart, he said: "Ghost King, you say, let's send Miss Fengyin to that mansion, won't the Demon Lord really be angry......?" Don't you really need to look at it again?"

Luo Anhua took another sip of tea, glared at him and said, "What, are you really afraid that our devil will beat women?"

"No, it's not ......" Zuo Qiusheng waved his hand again and again, "Demon King, he will never hit people casually, it's just ...... It's just that he doesn't allow anyone to enter there, and every time he comes back from there, he's in a bad mood, and I'm just afraid...... Miss Wind Yin will suffer what grievances. ”

Luo Anhua glanced at him, "You also know that he doesn't allow others to enter casually, so let's go now, isn't it okay to find trouble!"

Zuo Qiusheng frowned, his face was entangled, "Then why do you have to let Miss Fengyin in?"

"Why do you want her to go?" Luo Anhua laughed, squinting his eyes at the old scheming look, "That naturally has my reason." ”

Zuo Qiusheng must ask clearly, so he took another step forward and said, "What is the reason?"

Luo Anhua changed his comfortable posture on the beauty couch and said: "That house has been locked in his heart for almost a thousand years, others can't get in, and he can't get out by himself." We don't like him, we don't understand his pain, so we can't persuade him at all, but that girl is different, sympathize with each other, and he has blue eyes, maybe the right time will help him get out?"

Luo Anhua let out an "oh", and the ghost king could understand it in his heart.

Luo Anhua smiled and said, "This is just one thing, and the second one is my selfishness." I really want to bring this girl back to the Demon Realm, but we don't let go of the devil, and I can't help it, so I can only try one last time and let them talk to see if there will be any turnaround. ”

Zuo Qiusheng understood the mind of the Ghost King, but he still couldn't let go of the entanglement in his heart, "I'm still afraid, I'm afraid that the Demon King will get angry in the future...... Miss Wind, she ......"

"Don't worry!" Luo Anhua straightened up and slapped him on the head, "I've known our demon for almost a thousand years, I know more than you what kind of character he is, if I'm really not sure, do you think I dare to send that girl in?"

Seeing that Zuo Qiusheng finally quieted down, Luo Anhua lay back on the beauty couch and said, "That girl is like himself back then, he is really distressed, so he has done so much." You, just put your heart in your stomach, he will never hurt that girl's hair. ”

After listening to the words of the Ghost King, Zuo Qiusheng thought about it, and the Demon Lord seemed to have done a lot for Miss Fengyin, so his heart was half relieved, and he walked back to the table and sat down.

Luo Anhua glared at him and said, "If you understand, go back to your own room, what are you doing here!"

Zuo Qiusheng was rarely stiff, leaned on the table and said, "I...... I'm not going back, I'm still going to wait for the Demon Lord to come back. ”

Luo Anhua was annoyed by his appearance, and he didn't want to waste words with him anymore, so he sighed and lay back on the beauty couch, and said weakly: "Whatever you want, as long as you don't bother me anymore." ”

Zuo Qiusheng let out an "um" and lay there and closed his eyes.