"The emperor's fate is coming, and he can't survive for three days. It's not that I don't want to save him, the only medicine that can save his life, I've already given it to you. The boy said.

Hearing this, Ye Lanxi's back stiffened.

She knew that the only medicine he just said that could save the emperor's life was the Soul Returning Pill, which was the Soul Returning Pill that would not die even if it was a sword in the heart.

"Why?" Ye Lanxi couldn't help but ask.

Why, why did you give her something so important as the Soul Returning Pill?

I still remember that when I first met him, he once said that he was invited to the palace to treat the emperor's illness.

Come to think of it, this Soul Returning Pill was prepared for the emperor, but he gave her the Soul Returning Pill.

"There is no why. Perhaps guessing the doubts in her heart, the young man added: "My master once said that this thing is only for those who are destined." My master had a friendship with the emperor when he was still alive, so I went to the palace to see a doctor for the emperor, but the Soul Rejuvenation Pill in your hand was not prepared for the emperor, so don't think about it. ”

Ye Lanxi opened her mouth and wanted to ask something, but the young man suddenly changed the topic: "Do you remember the story I told you before?"

Ye Lanxi asked: "It's the one last time, the story about the Soul Returning Pill and the thousand-year-old dragon snake?"

"Yes. ”

The young man hugged her arm and rubbed it, suddenly let go of her, swept away the cynicism just now, looked solemn, and turned on the storytelling mode: "It is said that 'life and death have fate', but some people don't believe in fate." Ten years ago, that young man stepped into the Painted Peak Cliff to look for the thousand-year-old dragon and snake......"

The young man was talking, and suddenly, Ye Lanxi, who was sitting next to him, had his eyelids sinking, and he couldn't help but fall asleep......

"Hey, I knew you were tired. ”

The young man helped her in time to fall into a coma, protected her head, gently put her on the seat of the carriage, half-squatted beside her, and raised his hand to affectionately pull a few strands of hair in front of her forehead.

"If you're tired, just go to sleep. ”

His gaze fell on her quiet sleeping face, and finally locked on her red lips, a strange look flashed in the young man's eyes, and his heart moved, and he leaned over, but stopped at a distance of one centimeter from her lips.

- She doesn't belong to you.

This thought flashed in his mind, and the strangeness in the young man's eyes was gradually suppressed by a touch of pain.

He leaned over and slowly sat back on the opposite side, tilting his head slightly, his eyes empty, and his face was sad......

He knows all the stories related to her.

But he, in the end, is just a storyteller.

If she wasn't called "Ye Lanxi", how good would it be......

Three years ago, before the master died, he handed him the last Soul Returning Pill and said to him: "Remember, this thing is only for those who are destined." ”

He asked, "Master, what is a destined person?"

The master said, "Stupid, of course it's for the person you like......

......

He saw her for the first time in the woods that day, and he watched her from the trees for a long time, and he watched her crouching by the river, her slender hands skillfully plucking and disemboweling rabbits, and watching her beautiful back in the sunset......

His mind moved: it was her.

But it wasn't until the moment she blew the magic flute that he realized something: she was the only surviving bloodline of the Ye family in Beiyao Kingdom, Miss Ye, Ye Lanxi.

He fell in love with someone he shouldn't love......

He had heard a lot of stories about Ye Lanxi from his master.