Seeing that he didn't speak, Yu Ziye asked in a deep voice:

"You said that you found another way to calm the fate chart from the sea of clouds, but you lied to me. ”

"What I said about the Candle Dragon's Breath is true. ”

Shen Yanhe's expression was not panicked, he stood up and helped Yu Ziye up, and the two sat down next to the teacup.

Yu Ziye looked at his light and breezy appearance, and his heart was sour for a while, and his eyes were red:

"I know you're right!"

Before she came, she didn't want to cry, she just wanted to talk calmly and give up calmly.

At this time, Shen Yanhe's hands were like bamboos and boiled water to make tea, but he couldn't hide his slight trembling.

He's just diverting attention.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Yu Ziye held back his emotions, and his voice was a little choked:

“...... I know it all. ”

Shen Yanhe saw her crying, she softened her heart for a while, and she had no other thoughts, she just wanted to coax the girl in front of her:

"Okay, don't be upset. I've been secretly born for 800 years, and that's enough. ”

He gently stroked Yu Ziye's little face and gently wiped away her tears.

So carefully, for fear that the thin calluses in her palms would hurt her.

"If I don't show up, you still have eight hundred years to ......"

Yu Ziye sniffed and said in a low voice.

Shen Yanhe gently held her in the crook of his arm, and his voice was soft like a sigh:

"Until you appeared, those eight hundred years didn't make sense. If you don't show up, those 800 years will be really difficult. ”

Letting him hold himself and swaying his shoulders, Yu Ziye's tears seemed to be unable to hold back anymore, and she said withheld:

"This isn't the first time you've lied to me......"

Shen Yanhe's movements paused, and he was silent and didn't speak, and Yu Ziye heard a low sigh above his head.

He knew in his heart that she was talking about Jiuqu Zhu.

Yu Ziye wiped the tears on her chin with her cuffs, she didn't want to cry anymore, she didn't look like this.

"I went to the forbidden room and saw it all. ”

Shen Yanhe secretly regretted it in his heart.

Only then did he remember that the location and topography of the Nine Curved Beads were painted on the murals in the forbidden room, and he was careless at the beginning.

"Well, listen to me......"

"Why didn't you tell me!"

Yu Ziye endured the sadness in his heart, and his emotions gradually surfaced on his face.

She interrupted Shen Yanhe's words, broke free from his arms, and looked into his eyes:

"Are you really treating me like a child?"

Shen Yanhe's brows also frowned, and he looked at Yu Ziye with some pity in his eyes:

"Ziye, you seem to be a lazy person, but you always want to repay your kindness. I just don't want you to feel indebted to me. ”

As he spoke, he gently brushed the tears on Yu Ziye's face:

"Don't cry, like a little cat. ”

Yu Ziye's face was calm, and his eyes were firm, but tears seemed to be uncontrollable and slid down his face one after another.

Her pretending to be strong is the last thing Shen Yanhe wants to see.

Yu Ziye knew in her heart that she would not be able to repay this half-life immortal life anyway.

Shen Yanhe sighed, lowered his eyes, and his voice was ethereal with a sense of distance:

"Now that you know it, I don't have anything to hide. ”

"So," Yu Ziye swallowed the bloody breath in his throat:

"You think, anyway, time is running out, so you give up this life and vote for your life. Right?"

In the face of her questioning, Shen Yanhe held Yu Ziye's hand tightly with both hands and did not refute.

"Why did you make the decision for me on your own initiative?"

Yu Ziye gritted his teeth and asked softly.

"This is my fate, but if you are innocently implicated, I will naturally solve it. ”

Shen Yanhe was as calm as if he was stating the fate of others, gently brushing away her hair stuck to her cheeks with tears, and pinned it behind her ear:

"Ziye, don't be willful......"

"I'm willful, this number of lives belongs to you and me! If you have to sacrifice one, why are you not me!"

Yu Ziye couldn't hide the sorrow in his heart, and couldn't help crying in a low voice.

Shen Yanhe looked startled, and gently pressed Yu Ziye's body, which was a little trembling because of excitement.

But his hands couldn't help but feel a little cold.

She lowered her head and continued to speak, not feeling Shen Yanhe's strangeness:

"I cultivate to a low level, and I can't do anything, if you die, what will happen to Wuzhou, can you really let go of all this and leave a mess for me......"

"Ziye. ”

Shen Yanhe's voice seemed to be enduring something, and he was very cold and low:

"What do you mean, you say, if you have to sacrifice one?"

Yu Ziye's body shook, and she realized that she had lost her words.

Yuan Shen was forbidden by Shen Yu, if she controlled the power of water without permission, she only told Yu Laosan.

At this time, it was accidentally pulled out.

"Look at me, what does that mean?"

Shen Yanhe's heart was so cold that he held Yu Ziye's hand tightly, as if the next moment, she would dissipate in the wind.

Yu Ziye hung his head and sat quietly for a moment, not moving.

When he raised his head again, his expression was clear, his face was as plain as water, but his voice was firm and could not be ignored:

"Literally. Shen Yanhe," she said lightly, "this game of sacrifice comes and goes, it's time to end." ”

Yu Ziye said lightly and broke free of Shen Yanhe's hands, stood up and patted his dress:

"I won't give you the power of water. ”

Shen Yanhe stood up, and grabbed her with his long arm:

"Ziye! ”

"Oh yes,"

Yu Ziye shook off Shen Yanhe's hand, took out the evil art scroll he had copied from his arms, and gently put it on the bookcase:

"If you want, practice this evil art and take it yourself. ”

Shen Yanhe's clear eyes glanced at it, and he saw that it was some evil scrolls, so he asked eagerly:

"How can you copy the books of sorcery?"

Yu Ziye put one hand behind his back, pinched the corner of his skirt tightly, refused to let Shen Yanhe see it, and said coldly on his face:

"Why should I tell you? ”

Shen Yanhe has lived for more than 2,800 years, and he has never been so flustered in his heart.

He even felt that Yu Ziye was like sand in his hands at the moment.

If you let go at this point, you will never see her again.

He grabbed Yu Ziye's wrist with his hand, and his strength was so great that Yu Ziye felt that his wrist was about to be pinched off by him.

"Ziye, what's wrong, tell me. ”

Shen Yanhe was also the first time, and his voice was slightly choked to the point that he was unfamiliar.

"Shen Yanhe. ”

Yu Ziye called his name one last time, and neatly removed the wooden hairpin on his head with the other hand.

The half-pulled up bun slipped and scattered in response, making her little face even pale.

She gently placed the Jianmu hairpin on the bookcase:

"Let it go. ”

The hairpin was like a thorn in Shen Yanhe's eyes, and he felt that his eyes were swollen at the moment, and his head was in chaos.

The only thing he knew was that he couldn't let go of Yu Ziye's hand.

Seeing that he couldn't break free of Shen Yanhe's hand, Yu Ziye told himself in his mind that he should no longer covet him for a penny, so he urged the power of Shui Xing and forcibly bounced away the hand he was holding:

"Goodbye, let's be sorry from now on. ”

Yu Ziye turned to leave, but his tears could no longer be hidden.

Such a tear fell lightly on the back of Shen Yanhe's hand, but it was as hot as burning.