The night gradually darkened, and the meager cool breeze blew quietly, not caring about Ye Ning's mood at all.

This slightly cool is the wind, and it is Ye Ning's heart. He thought about Rong Yulin's words repeatedly, but he was entangled for a while, and he didn't even pay attention to when Rong Yulin left.

For Leng Peiran, the arrival of the envoy of the Binglang Palace is definitely a great immortal fate, and it will even change his life from now on. But is this change good? From now on, she is no longer her, and what is the point of standing high in the clouds and looking down indifferently at all beings? No, no! He must stop her!

glanced at the attic halfway up the mountain, hidden in the night fog, like a blazing beast, devouring Ye Ning's heart with a big mouth, making him dare not approach. The silence of the mountains made him hesitate.

A crescent moon quietly rose, Ye Ning's anger gradually extinguished, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly appeared in his heart. He didn't know what to do, as if he were a child, at a loss. In terms of feelings, he has never been good at it, the former Mu family girl is like this, and the current Leng Peiran is also like this.

He crouched down in pain, holding his head in his hands and tugging at the black.

I don't know how long it took, the night breeze sent a burst of fragrance, some tranquil, but also some familiar. Ye Ning felt at ease, raised his head, and sure enough, it was Leng Peiran, standing in front of him with pity on his face.

"Come—come with me. ”

Ye Ning was held tightly by her and walked forward in the empty mountain street.

There was no one around and the night was quiet. At this moment, it was as if time had suddenly turned back, he was the young and ignorant lonely teenager, and she was holding his hand and leading him into a place where he could shelter him. Ye Ning's heart was extremely excited, at this moment, he was not a monk who killed the seventh-order Poisonous Fire Scorpion King alone, let alone a lone wanderer who went against the sky, he was just a small lover in the palm of her hand.

Not far away, the lights of the attic were faintly visible, Ye Ning's heart was beating very fast, and behind him, two lines of green lotus were scorching in the dark night, scorching like fire. He held Leng Peiran's hand tightly, afraid that she would leave, and afraid that she would not leave. Leng Peiran shook it back and gave him a firm smile.

This was the first time Ye Ning walked into Leng Peiran's attic, and he only saw it, but he was happy in his heart.

The attic is made of wood, with stairs, fences, and window lattices...... It constantly overflows with a hint of woody aroma. Lifting the bead curtain, it is a cold boudoir. It is not as prosperous as imagined, simple decoration, but ironing people's hearts. On the windowsill there is a pot of "golden chrysanthemum", which is in full bloom, and the huge flowers look like the face of a beauty.

"Sit down. Leng Peiran smiled gently and made him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Xiao Ran, I've heard all about you. After drinking half a cup of tea, Ye Ning finally spoke: "No matter what you choose, I won't blame you." ”

Leng Peiran smiled: "Fool, what do you want me to choose?"

"I, I just want you to be yourself, cultivate happily, and live happily. ”

"Happy, happy?" Leng Peiran repeated two sentences and said, "Watching you fight with Master for me, my heart is both moved and distressed. At that moment, I was teary-eyed, and I thought, this is my man, the man I have a crush on Leng Peiran! But why did you hesitate? Do you believe in yourself? Or don't you dare to believe me?"

"I ......" Ye Ning was speechless, he didn't know what his hesitation was for.

(End of chapter)