"It's not. ”

"Then I have nothing to help Your Highness. ”

Dingyan naturally let go of the red thread in his hand and pinched the clay puppet with all his attention.

The face of the clay puppet already had a faint look of Zilan.

Zilan's gaze involuntarily fell on Dingyan's palm, and a pair of beautiful eyebrows frowned, revealing a hint of confusion in his eyes.

"The poor Dao cultivation has been too forgetful for hundreds of years, and he has broken his desires and devoted himself to the Dao, and now the poor Dao's heart is in turmoil, and the Poor Dao wants to know why?"

"Too forgetful?"

Hearing this, he couldn't help but slow down the movements of his hands, and asked in a deep voice: "Does Taoism still have this kind of method of harming people?"

"This is Huanghuang Avenue!" Zilan's voice grew cold.

Dingyan shook his head slightly, and chuckled: "Since it's a great avenue, why did you come to me?"

Zilan replied: "The avenue is fifty, and the sky is forty-nine, so there is a calamity, or a calamity within a calamity." ”

When he heard this, he only felt angry and funny, shook his head and sighed: "What a girl, she is stupid in cultivating the Tao!"

"His Highness the God of War, the commander is the Primordial Heavenly Venerable?"

"Family Teacher Shangqing Daode Tianzun!"

"Oh, how could it be him!" Dingyan looked surprised, tilted his head slightly, as if thinking of something, the corners of his lips slowly raised, and then smiled.

"If it's really a human being, you can't look like it!"

Dingyan couldn't help but feel emotional, but as soon as he lowered his head, he actually gave birth to some melancholy, sighed softly, and then devoted himself to his creation.

Zilan watched Dingyan present a clay sculpture of himself little by little, and the confusion in his eyes gradually increased.

"Okay, do you think it looks like it?"

Dingyan held the pinched clay puppet in front of him and shook it from side to side.

"Not really. ”

"Isn't it like?"

Dingyan looked at Zilan suspiciously, looked at it carefully for a while, then lowered his eyes to look at the clay puppet, and nodded: "It doesn't seem to be very similar." ”

Dingyan put the clay puppet behind him and said to Zilan: "Whether it looks like it or not, the waiting time for guests this time has passed, and you should leave." ”

"You haven't answered the poor question. ”

"I'm just a god in charge of marriage in the world, and I don't have the answer you want. ”

"The Heavenly Skill Master of the Poor Dao inherited the Taishang and never missed it. ”

Dingyan was silent for a moment and said, "If there is no wrong, there is no right!"

Zilan frowned, "Clever words!"

"Hehe......"

I couldn't help but sigh, and I stroked my forehead with my hand with a headache.

There are some things that can never be explained to some people.

Because when they are willing to talk to you, they are already firm in what they think in their hearts.

It's like Ao Qing is to Yaochi, Yang Chan is to Yang Jian, the past is to Li Tingguo, fate is to the monkey, and Taishang forgetfulness is to Zilan.

As if he had made a great deal of determination, he raised his hand and untied the red cloth covering his eyes, revealing a pair of light brown eyes.

"You keep saying that you are desperate, but why does the red thread born from your tail finger never disappear.

And it's longer than countless people, so long that even if you cultivate the so-called Taishang Forgetfulness, you can't hide it!!"

Dingyan's gaze rose, and the sharp edge was revealed to Zilan's unfazed eyes.

Zilan took a step back, the only time she had taken a step back in hundreds of years.

Her face was very bad, there was no annoyance and anger after the secret was revealed, only a cold to the bone.

I can't describe Zilan's expression at this moment, if I insist on making an image analogy, it may be the moon god who has become too forgetful.

At this moment, Zilan seems to have truly forgotten her feelings.

Zilan replied, "My cultivation is not enough. ”

"Now, can you leave?"

Zilan shook his head firmly, and then knelt down in front of him and bowed deeply.

"I beg you!"

Dingyan looked at this girl who was tens of thousands of years younger than him, with a complicated expression, and said gently: "Little girl, I really can't give you the answer you want." ”

Zilan knelt on the ground and was silent for a long time.

"Then please give me what you don't want!"