When he didn't see her, Bai Mohua still had a trace of expectation in his heart, but when he really saw her again, his heart was full of mixed tastes and indescribable.

As the so-called, everyone looked for him thousands of times, and suddenly looked back, but the person was there, and the lights were dim.

Unexpectedly, he racked his brains, did everything possible, and tried his best to find the person right under his nose.

Although his miserable life was caused by her, and Bai Mohua did hate her in his heart, but when it came to the moment of meeting, it was not the hatred of the enemy when they met, but it was full of confusion and complexity.

Yun Fan and the others slowly walked to the white ink picture, all of them were silent, and looked at him deeply, and then they came to this tea shop one step ahead of him.

The proprietress of the refreshment shop, oh...... That is, Jiang Biling, who had disappeared for a long time, saw them coming, and hurriedly came to their side with a smile on her face: "A few guest officers, please sit casually, rejoice, rejoice, go and help your mother get a pot of tea." ”

The two children next to him hurriedly left.

At this time, Bai Mohua slowly walked over, but his steps were so heavy.

Ye Ruyan said with a smile: "Your two children are so well-behaved and sensible, your family is really happy!"

As she spoke, her eyes seemed to glance slightly in the direction of the white ink painting. A trace of deep sympathy and regret flashed in his eyes.

Jiang Biling said: "Where is it, the two of them are usually very naughty, but with such a home, it has finally taken root." ”

As she spoke, her face was filled with a smile of happiness and satisfaction.

Yun Fan asked casually, "You're not a local?"

Jiang Biling shook her head slightly when she heard this: "A few years ago, because I came here because of something, I happened to meet my father-in-law, so I simply stayed." ”

Hearing Jiang Biling's exceptionally calm words, everyone fell into a short silence.

At this time, the white ink painting had also come to the table where Yun Fan and the others were sitting, but his gaze never left Jiang Biling for a moment.

Jiang Biling suddenly raised her eyes and happened to see a middle-aged man wearing a silver mask standing there, but she didn't recognize the white ink painting for a while.

After all, with the current white ink painting, even he himself is almost unaware of himself. Moreover, he has suffered great changes, and after ten years of vicissitudes, the white ink painting has long ceased to be the handsome appearance of the past, Jiang Biling did not recognize it for a while, and it is reasonable.

Seeing the white ink painting coming over, Jiang Biling thought that he was just an ordinary passerby, so she hurriedly stepped forward, stretched out her arm, and made an inviting gesture: "Guest officer, come here, sit down quickly." ”

Bai Mohua stared at her closely, and said slowly: "Don't you recognize me?" The voice that came out of the lips was neither happy nor sad, as if it was not mixed with any emotion, and it was very calm and indifferent.

When Jiang Biling heard this, she began to carefully look at the masked man in front of her.

She stared closely, the man in front of her was about thirty years old, wearing a silver mask, covering half of his face, seeing the half of his face covered by the mask, Jiang Biling judged that he must also be a person with a story.

The other half of his face is well-defined, with narrow eyebrows, and a pair of exposed big eyes flashing like stars, which are the so-called sword eyebrows and starry eyes, and the whole person is full of aura.

Looking at the bottom of his nose, his beard is unshaven and unkempt, which further confirms Jiang Biling's judgment that this person must have some unusual and unknown tragic past.

But the more she looked closely, the more Jiang Biling felt that the person in front of her seemed familiar, as if they had known each other a long time ago, and this sense of déjà vu became clearer and stronger. But she just couldn't remember.

Seeing that Jiang Biling was speechless for a long time, and the two of them stood opposite each other, so close to each other, she didn't even recognize herself, and Bai Mohua couldn't help but have a strong sense of sadness in her heart.

Is this the so-called, having a fate to meet thousands of miles away, but not not knowing each other on the other side? What an irony!

The more Bai Mohua looked at her, the more disappointed he became, and after a pause, he reached out and slowly removed his mask, revealing the other half of his unusually ugly and vulgar face, and said in a deep voice: "You don't recognize this face, do you?!"

The moment "!!!" saw the whole face painted in white ink, Jiang Biling couldn't help but scream, and her heart was horrified and indescribable.

"You're a white ink painting!, but why...... You're going to look like this!" Jiang Biling looked at the miserable picture of Bai Mo's painting, and shook her head straight, her emotions were extremely excited.

Bai Mohua looked at her coying appearance, and couldn't help but feel angry in his heart: "Who made me like this?!Who betrayed me?!Who betrayed me?!Who betrayed me?!Don't you know who it is?!"

In the end, Bai Mohua's emotions became more and more excited, and the voice of questioning instantly became several points heavier, which shocked everyone sideways.

Jiang Biling: "!!!"

Jiang Biling knew that she was at a loss, and she was silent. The repeated questioning of the white ink painting made her feel ashamed, tears quietly burst out of her eyes, falling silently, and her lips emitted intermittent and indistinct sobbing.

"Biling, what's going on?"

At this time, a middle-aged man with a pair of children walked out of the shop quickly and shouted at Jiang Biling.

He is Jiang Biling's current husband, and he must have been shocked by the voice of Bai Mo Hua's talent, thinking that his wife was being bullied, so he was so anxious to come out to see what was going on.

When Jiang Biling saw her husband come out, she immediately ran to his husband and wrapped her arms tightly.

It was only at this time that Yun Fan slowly got up, looked at Jiang Biling's husband, and explained, "That is your wife's old lover back then. ”

When her husband heard this, he looked at Jiang Biling with affectionate eyes, and wrapped her arms tighter, as if he didn't care about this matter. After all, everyone has their own past.

What happened to Jiang Biling back then, he didn't care, he couldn't care, the most important thing was now, he only knew that now she was his wife, right by his side, and being able to marry a wife like her was a blessing he had cultivated in his previous life, and he cherished his hard-won life and everything he had now.

With such a lovely pair of children and such a virtuous and understanding wife, what is not satisfied!

From now on, a peaceful place is my hometown, and the rest of my wish is enough!

As the saying goes, ten years of repair can be crossed in the same boat, and a hundred years of repair can be slept together. That's it!

Looking at Jiang Biling and her husband affectionately for each other, Qingqing and me, you and me, with a happy face, a thick jealousy and hatred flashed in the depths of the pupils of the white ink painting. is jealous of why they can have such a happy life, and resentful that Jiang Biling dares to talk to his husband in front of her.

Yun Fan saw all the changes in Bai Mo's expression in his eyes, and saw him slowly walk to Bai Mohua's side, and said leisurely: "How is it? Brother Bai." When you see her again, do you still want to be with her?!"

The white ink painting looked sideways at Yun Fan and was silent.

Yun Fan continued: "Why don't you keep quiet? Seeing that she is already married and has children, she can't bear to break them up! But have you ever thought that if you don't break them up, you will only suffer for yourself, is it worth it?"

When Ye Ruyan heard this, her eyebrows twisted into a trace of doubt, so she got up and asked, "Yun Fan, what tricks do you want to play?"

Bai Mohua slowly lowered his head, still did not speak, as if he was thinking and weighing Yun Fan's words in his heart.

Yun Fan ignored her and continued: "How can a woman's benevolence achieve great things?! You think clearly, if you kill a few of them, you can live with Jiang Biling and fly away...... Don't hesitate to do it!"

It was only at this time that the white ink painting slowly raised his head, and it was true that Yun Fan's words had deeply touched his heartstrings.

And Sikong Jiu, Death and Ye Ruyan on the side suddenly realized at this time: Yun Fan's meaning was actually instigating Bai Mohua to kill people, to be precise, to kill Jiang Biling's husband and children, so that Jiang Biling could return to him again.

What's wrong with Yun Fan, who has always been smart, is his brain in water? How can he instigate Bai Mohua to kill people? Isn't this indiscriminate killing of innocents?

"Looks, are you crazy, do you know what you're talking about?"

Even Yun Fan, who had been supporting Yun Fan's death, couldn't stand it anymore, and stood up and asked.

It can be seen that Yun Fan has provoked the anger of the public this time.

"White ink painting, what do you want?" Jiang Biling glanced sideways at her husband and two children beside her, and continued: "The person who betrayed and betrayed you at the beginning was me, I want to kill or chop, and I will do whatever I want, but it will not hurt my family, they are not people in the rivers and lakes, you must not hurt them." ”

Bai Mohua looked at the very ordinary man beside Jiang Biling, and a pair of eyes suddenly shot out a fierce and fierce light, like a devouring demon, and his right hand holding the silver flute tightened violently, making a "whoosh" friction sound.

But even so, the footsteps of the white ink painting still did not move the slightest, and he still stood in place so determinedly.

He still couldn't make up his mind to kill people.

"If you can't do it, I'll help you. ”

As soon as the words fell, Yun Fan walked out slowly, came to Jiang Biling and her husband, stretched out his right arm coldly, and faced the strange man, Jiang Biling's husband, his right hand gathered into a palm, the void condensed a palm, and hit him on the chest, the majestic and sharp palm wind suddenly came, impartially hitting the man's chest, and the man's body was like being crushed by the force of Wanjun.

Bang!

"Uhh......h

With a terrible scream, the man, Jiang Biling's husband, flew out upside down like a spinning top that had escaped, and fell to the ground and stopped moving for an instant.

Hurry, Yun Fan's move was too fast, and he said that he would do it, and it was so fast that everyone was overwhelmed, overwhelmed, and so unexpected that they didn't react for a long time. They never expected that Yun Fan would suddenly make such a poisonous move, and he would really kill an unarmed flat-headed civilian.

Jiang Biling was stunned there for a few moments, and then she came back to her senses, she seemed to never expect that her husband would suddenly encounter a catastrophe, and at the last moment he was still standing side by side with her, with affection, looking at her deeply, and the next moment he was separated from her forever, and it was difficult to see each other again.

There is no greater pain and calamity in life than this.

"Xianggong ......"

"Daddy...... Daddy!"

Jiang Biling and her two children suddenly pounced on the person who fell to the ground, the ...... Her husband, the father of the children, on the man.

They threw themselves on the ground, hugged the man's body and wept bitterly, heartbroken and grief-stricken!

"Yun Fan!"

"Looks!"

Ye Ruyan and Qiu Qiu Death gritted their teeth and roared, just when they were about to step forward to settle accounts with Yun Fan, at this time, Sikong Yujiu, who was still sitting on the stool, came out with both hands and hit the two of them respectively, easily controlling the two of them, and said lightly: "I don't need you to do much!" Moreover, his expression was surprisingly calm.

Since their attention was on Yun Fan and Jiang Biling at this time, they were naturally defenseless against Sikong Yujiu, coupled with Sikong Yujiu's quick move, he was able to restrain Qiu Death and Ye Ruyan without much effort.

Up to now, Sikong Jiujiu finally saw some clues about what Yun Fan had done, but he wouldn't explain to Ye Ruyan about begging for death, first, this was inconsistent with his usual style of dealing with the world, and second, the white ink painting was here, and he was inconvenient to say, after all, what Yun Fan did was because of the white ink painting. Third, at this time, begging for death and Ye Ruyan, especially this Ye Ruyan is angry, even if it is an explanation, she may not listen, if they don't stop them in time, they will definitely do something bad.

Sikong Jiu was silently watching what Yun Fan was doing.

Yun Fan stepped forward, came to Jiang Biling and the others, and said slowly: "Very sad! Have you ever thought about how sad he was when he abandoned Brother Bai back then. I'm going to let you feel the pain of losing a loved one right now!"

"Yun Fan, in order to make Bai Mohua fight, you actually killed innocents indiscriminately, you are simply inferior to a beast!"

In this regard, Ye Ruyan can only watch dryly, and she can't help it, so she can only take advantage of her tongue there.

Yun Fan was unmoved, and continued: "Brother Bai's distrust in the rivers and lakes led to the decline of the Xiuwen Pavilion. For whom, not for you!"

Jiang Biling looked sideways at Yun Fan and sobbed, "Do you think you can force me to obey in this way?"

When Yun Fan heard this, his expression was indifferent, he approached Jiang Biling step by step, and asked in a deep voice, "Are you willing to return to Brother Bai?"

"......" Jiang Biling heard this, turned her eyes and didn't look at him.

And the white ink painting on the side is watching Yun Fan's every move and behavior from beginning to end. His eyes are complicated, he is silent, and his heart is suffering from pain.