The painting heart walked slowly step by step, but there was no turning back.

He Guang Tongchen stood on the city wall, sending each other along the city wall, twisting the Buddhist beads she carved in his hand, and reciting her name in his mouth. But the wind was too loud, and his voice was too small, so she did not hear him say:

"Forgetting the dust and forgetting the dust is the dust of a thousand feet of red dust, and it is also the dust of the same dust as the light. If you want to forget you, forget yourself first. ”

He finally missed it again after reuniting with her.

Shu Yi saw that the painting heart had descended from the city wall, and immediately flew to meet him, and he watched his beloved girl fall into the arms of others. The body had been his, and she was in his arms, but he couldn't feel it.

Shuyi walked farther and farther away with the painting heart, and he couldn't help but chase along the city wall with his feet, until they got into the carriage, the heavy curtain hung down, and he could no longer see her, he stopped.

The robe on his body fell again, and he stood stiffly at the head of the city with light and dust, watching the carriage roll away in the snow. The sun of the Allure shone on his pale face, and he covered his heart, which was already numb with pain, and he was unconscious.

Until long after the painting heart left, He Guang Tongchen was still standing in place, his body was dyed with the chill of the material, stained with snow, and from a distance, it was a shadow of a fall.

The 10,000-year reunion can't see through the truth or falsehood, and the ten-zhang robe can't cover up the worry. She walked away in the dust, he was dressed in a robe to send him off, the dust roots were not broken, and he had no Buddha heart, but he forced himself into the empty door for her.

After a long time, he sneered, "Forget the dust, forget the dust, you are in the heart, I am in the dust, how to ...... Forget. ”

In the carriage, Shuyi was staring at him with a black face and a big eye. He knew that this was a woman who was so arrogant that she was a little domineering, even if she married him, her gorgeous temperament had not changed in the slightest.

Because of the medicinal properties of the drunken dream death pill, Shuyi's wheezing fluctuated, and Huaxin looked at his strange appearance, and didn't think much about it, only teased, "What are you gasping for, didn't you just hug me for a ride, when did you become so empty?"

Shuyi, "......"

Then the corners of his mouth curled, and he said slowly, "My husband is sick." ”

"Whew. The painting heart answered, and there was no follow-up.

Shuyi, "......" his husband probably really picked it up, his wife doesn't love his wife.

Looking at his little eyes that gradually became resentful, he had an epiphany like a discovery in his conscience, and added, "If you are really uncomfortable, go back to find Chenchen and take a look, he should still be in the city." ”

Shuyi, "......"

It's okay not to mention the light and dust, but the look of Shuyi is like instant frost.

Smiling, there was an unusually gentle eyebrow, Shuyi shook his head, and his tone was slightly disgusted, "This disease...... That monk can't be cured. ”

There was finally a slight reaction on the calm face of the painting heart, "You...... Are you terminally ill? Are you going to live short?"

That delicate face is not anxious and caring...... What a joy!

The corners of Shuyi's mouth twitched fiercely.

Shouldn't the normal reaction be the first to see if he is okay? No matter how bad it is, you have to ask what the disease is, right? What is her reaction......

！？！

The black clouds surged, dyeing Shuyi's complexion black with the momentum of covering the sky and the sun, and he forgot that he didn't like him to call himself "this king" in front of her, and asked, "Do you really want this king to die?"

Huaxin looked disapproving, "What's good for me if you die." ”

"This king is dead, so you can remarry......" Shuyi's chest suddenly became very sore.

Huaxin raised his eyebrows, "Except that you are so thick-skinned, who in this world do you think would dare to covet me so shamelessly?"

Shuyi, "......"