The setting sun swayed and the rosary turned.

Qing Ge only came in after drinking half a jar of aging, she was frozen at the bottom of Qingyin Lake, since then her limbs are cold all year round, her bones and blood are cold, and now she has drunk some wine, and she is a little drunk, so she looks slightly ruddy and the temperature is just right.

He Guang Tongchen watched the beauty in the blue green shirt with a smile on her eyebrows slowly approaching, looking at the smoke line, and there was only one thought in her heart that it was indeed her.

There is nothing else to think, and he is so calm that he can't afford to make any waves.

Although her eyebrows are very similar, she is no different from when she first met in the Four Souls Array, she is no longer as delicate and agile as she was then, and he will no longer mistake her for a painting heart.

It can be seen that after tens of thousands of years, her state of mind has changed a lot.

"You finally dare to come to see me. Qing Ge's shallow smile couldn't hide the panic in her eyebrows.

How could she not be nervous?

She finally saw him again, saw her hundreds of thousands of years of thoughts and thoughts, and saw her own thoughts and thoughts for hundreds of thousands of years.

He sat there quietly, cutting off three thousand green silks, but his demeanor was even more dusty, white clothes and plain clothes, clean and dirt-free, like lotus flowers without water.

In this life, she has guarded him since he was born, watching him grow from a young child to a young man with a green and tender child, a young man with unparalleled learning, and a graceful world, even though she has lived for tens of thousands of years, she has seen a lot of the world in heaven and earth, but there is still no one who can compare to him.

In her heart, even if she is a god of the nine heavens, she can't compare to a mortal world.

But in this life, as in the fantasy of the year, he also agreed to marry her, but when the sedan chair came to the door, he was told by the little demon who was sent to serve him...... He left home, left the fairyland Allure Island, and returned to the mortal world.

And when she chased her to the mortal realm in disregard of the laws of heaven, she was ...... by him Suppressed at the bottom of Qingyin Lake with his own hands!

In the past few years frozen at the bottom of the lake, it has really hurt her, not the silent torture of the bones, but the confusion that is covered in the bottom of her heart, with nowhere to ask, no one to solve, and little by little festering into poison.

She really had too many questions to ask him, and she had always believed that he must be a gentleman in the moon, but why did he lie to her again and again?

She didn't want to guess.

She waited...... He told him personally!

"The poor monk has something to look for you. The tone was unwavering, unfluctuating.

Even the eyes that looked at him were indifferent to the slightest emotion, as if they had never been close enough to talk about marriage.

She smiled, her smile and voice were as gentle as the rippling water in the heart of Qingyin Lake, "I've come all the way to find you, it's okay...... Aren't you coming to see me?"

Although she smiled and greeted, she knew that she must hate him in her heart.

"The poor monk didn't want to disturb the female benefactor anymore, but there was no way, she was injured, and the poor monk needed the tears of the goddess. He Guang Tongchen's eyes looked at him steadily, skipping the greetings and getting straight to the point.

Even if he felt guilty, his white jade carved face did not reveal a single bit.

The corners of Qingge's lips curled, trying to keep his smile as gentle as it should be.

Is he so sure that she still likes him as much as she did back then, and is willing to do anything for him?

Instead of answering him, she walked up to him, handed him an old wooden box, and broke the silence with a soft voice, "Remember this?"

He Guang Tongchen glanced at it lightly, and reached out to pick it up, but Qing Ge deliberately didn't let go, and took the opportunity to gently hold his fingertips, which were as white as jade.