Her face was careless, but he couldn't scold or be fierce, so he could only sigh on his knees.

After sighing, he said again, "Do you remember the rest?"

She honestly admitted, "No. ”

"You ......," he froze.

She hugged him coquettishly, "Then you say it again, make it clear, and explain it plainly......"

“......”

couldn't resist her, so he told her in detail what happened later, during which he omitted the fact that Jun Yi gave up the true body of Jiulong for the painting heart, and also omitted the fact that he was drunk with the dream death pill and the three-day silkworm for the painting heart.

Listen, listen, her tears fell again.

She hugged him and cried bitterly, "That Junyi, he actually dared to stab me with a sword...... He stabbed me in the chest, and I don't know if it will leave a scar...... Did you sneak a look at it later?"

With the light and dust, "......"

A layer of red gradually appeared on his face.

He didn't answer, and she didn't care, and continued to cry wolf, "And that Baili Festival, I was beaten so badly by him that I was crushed to pieces...... Pieces...... It hurts so much, it's better to stab me to death with a sword......"

While wiping her tears, he remembered that when she saved Huaxin that day, she had injuries and blood on her face, but there were no tears.

His hand flickered, and he said that the country is easy to change, and the nature is difficult to change, can a person really become like two people?

When he came back to his senses, she was still sobbing.

He shook his head imperceptibly and sighed, "If you are afraid of pain, you must remember what I told you, and try to avoid the piles and piles to avoid disaster." ”

"Yes...... But ......," she choked, "if I had avoided everything, I wouldn't have been seriously injured in 170,000 years, and you wouldn't have come to Beichuan, and if you hadn't come to Beichuan, how would you see me? If you hadn't seen me, you wouldn't have told me to avoid those disasters, and how would I have known to avoid those disasters, so I would still have been beaten badly......

A word to wake up the dreamer!

His face turned pale, his heart beat like a drum, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.

The spring breeze sent potpourri, lowered his eyebrows, and his afterglow involuntarily swept across the sea of flowers around him, and he felt a chill in his heart.

She said so much that she couldn't explain it clearly, and even she herself was confused, but he understood at once, that simple logical contradiction actually proved that a fact had happened and could not be changed.

No matter how much he told her today, how much he planned for her, she would forget him, forget everything. She will be happy with others, she will say the love words she has said to others again, and in the end, she will be someone else's princess.

She'd still scarred herself and dying.

He is powerless to change!

Because his presence here is the strongest evidence.

If she was safe, how could he come for her?

If he doesn't come, how will she know to avoid those disasters?

All in all, in fact, he can't change anything, she won't listen to him, and his appearance here means that everything she experienced later will still be experienced in the same way.

This is a cycle that can never be broken.

Except for her low sobs, there was a long silence all around. A smile faded from his face, he didn't know whether he was anxious or annoyed, he just felt upset by her crying.

He was now in a state of panic, and he had placed all his bets on her, including his life. Now that there was not much time left, he knew that he had made a mistake.

As soon as he thought that if he couldn't break out, she would really be doomed, and he blamed himself in all kinds of chagrin. He tried to calm down and try to figure out the formation again, but he was disturbed by her crying.

He tried his best to endure, but after all, she broke the silence first, she grabbed his front placket and wiped a handful of snot and tears, and asked him vaguely, "Husband, why don't you speak......

He said coldly, "I want to be alone." ”

She was slightly surprised by the sudden coldness, she glared at him with red eyes, and for a while, she held back a sentence in disbelief, "Are you driving me away?"

He glanced at her, his eyes hesitated for a moment, but he didn't relent, and snorted, "Hmm." ”

She was completely stunned, and then there was a violent burst of anger, she first cried and made a fuss, and when she saw that he was indifferent, she began to drop the wine pot again, and threw the paper, ink, pen and inkstone to the ground, until she tore the picture of the beauty who was treading the snow and looking for plums, he who had been indifferent only reacted slightly.

He didn't beat her after all, and when he snatched it, the beauty picture had been torn in half, and the gaping crack was like a sinuous scar. His hand holding the scroll trembled, and thousands of thoughts flowed like grass in his head.

Heart-devouring array?

Undoubtedly, the girl in front of her had already given him all her heart, it didn't seem to be a fake, and the formation was not broken. That can only mean that this is a love array!

Love array, must first move her feelings, and then hurt her heart, and finally her tears of farewell must now drive her away, when she leaves, the tears left should be able to break the formation.

He quickly straightened out his thoughts and found a way to break the formation, and the next thing to consider was how to implement it.

After a long time, he dodged his eyes and asked, "Do you really like poor monks?"

"Naturally, take it seriously. She stopped sobbing and grabbed his hand and pressed it to her chest, "My heart is here, I don't believe you can see for yourself." ”

He hurriedly retracted his hand, his eyes were red, and it seemed that he had exhausted all his strength before he spoke, "But the poor monk...... And I don't like you. ”

The wind blew his clothes fluttering, pulling out his thin figure. She looked at his sudden indifference and laughed slowly, she didn't believe it, no matter how arrogant she was, he was always willing to do it, he ...... How could you not like her?

She didn't know if she had caused some trouble, but she finally knew that he was angry, so she had to bow her head and admit her mistake, "I...... I shouldn't tear up your paintings, don't be angry, don't say angry words, okay?"

"It's not angry talk. He looked at her coldly, his eyes didn't blink, his eyes didn't move, as if any superfluous expression and eyes would betray his forbearance and distress, he deliberately lowered his voice and said, "I'm sorry, the poor monk did his best, but he can't bear to lie to you again, and he doesn't want to lie to himself again." ”

She staggered back and staggered, and he inadvertently helped her, but quickly withdrew his hand without a trace, and replaced it with a cold indifference.

She stared at him in disbelief, her clear eyes as black as ink, and there was a mist inside, like a splash of ink. Through her pale face, he could see her grievances at a glance, his heart became more and more painful, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a sad color flashed in his eyes.