Orchid Gate. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

October is the season for orchids to wither.

Now, even the people of Orchid Gate seem to be about to wither.

The withered orchids will bloom again in the spring of the next year, but what about people?

If human life withers, will there be a time when it will be reopened?

No one knows, because human life never withers, and for human beings, there is only death.

While several disciples on duty were chatting listlessly, the deadly sword suddenly took their lives away.

The next moment, when the night flooded the Orchid Gate, more than 300 black-clothed killers had already rushed into the Orchid Gate.

Immediately, they were also overwhelmed by the night.

Ethereal Peak.

After the first two tribulations, Ethereal Peak has finally calmed down for a while recently.

After dinner, Murong Yan was listening to her father tell her about the past experiences as usual.

There are many plots, in fact, Murong Ke has said it many times, but Murong Yan is not tired of listening to it at all, and Murong Ke is even less tired of talking about it.

Perhaps, it was just that their father and daughter wanted to talk, and they wanted to finish everything that should have been said in the past twenty years. As for what exactly is being said, it doesn't matter at all.

Perhaps, to outsiders, Murong Ke's experience is very resentful and even more tragic, but Murong Ke himself spoke very easily, and when he casually told those tragic pasts, he was even laughing.

Actually, he shouldn't have laughed, but he was.

He should indeed laugh, what kind of sorrow can dilute the joy of family in the world. Why don't you smile more at times like these, and why do you feel sad at times like these?

Murong Yan was also smiling. She also smiled easily, perhaps, she had also been indignant at her father's plight, but she no longer hated.

She had no idea what it was like to hate.

Her heart has always been kind, and she has always maintained the purest kindness in her heart. In her life, she has never learned to hate.

When her father suffered a catastrophe and her mother died in disgrace, she should have hated, but she was too young at that time to know what hatred was, and she didn't know how to hate.

Just when she had just learned about hate and how to hate, her father had already returned.

At such a time, why should she hate?

She's such a lucky girl. Because she has never experienced the torment and pain of hatred in her life.

Maybe, or I'm afraid, she will never learn how to hate in her life.

Not to mention......

What's more, at this moment, there is an emotion in her heart that is stronger than hatred and more pleasurable.

Although, she still doesn't seem to understand this emotion well.

This is a feeling she has never felt before, it seems to be cheerful, but it seems to have a little bit of loss, even confusion and confusion. It seems to be extremely tough, but it seems to be a little overwhelming.

She couldn't even figure out what was wrong with her, why did she have such a strange feeling in her heart?

She couldn't remember when it started.

Seem...... It seems that after meeting Yang Xiaoling, that is, the moment he saved her from Yuan Ao's sword, this feeling suddenly germinated in her heart.

What does that feel like?

She didn't seem to understand this feeling. She didn't even understand what it was like. She only knew that whenever she thought of Yang Xiaoling, this feeling would be very strong.

Moreover, she also knew that as time passed, this feeling in her heart also grew stronger day by day, like a weed in early spring, growing wildly at an almost violent speed.

She is an extremely calm heart, and her personality is extremely lively, generous and cheerful, of course, her temperament is also extremely single-minded. However, as long as she thought of Yang Xiaoling, she felt a little absent-minded, and even uneasy.

In order to calm her mind, she had to force herself not to think about Yang Xiaoling, but this deliberate evasion had no effect at all, but strengthened her miss him even more, making her miss him even more.

She tried to escape her feelings, but was dismayed to find that it only made her fall deeper into this sweet lovesickness. So much so that in the end, her mind was full of his shadow.

Only then did she realize that since when, she had been thinking about Yang Xiaoling all the time, and even when she was eating and sleeping, she pretended to be all about him.

In short, as soon as she sees Yang Xiaoling, she will feel inexplicably sweet and inexplicably happy in her heart.

Now, she once again set her sights on Yang Xiaoling.

After Murong Ke said a lot of words, his mouth seemed to be a little dry, so he simply stopped and drank a sip of water.

Taking advantage of this moment, Murong Yan quietly moved his gaze to Yang Xiaoling, who was standing in a daze under the porch.

Looking at it, she was a little stupid. So, she herself was stupid.

Yang Xiaoling was standing in front of the railing of the corridor with his back to the door, pondering. Therefore, he did not notice that at this moment, there was a gaze in the room looking at him affectionately.

Murong Yan was looking at Yang Xiaoling.

The little tenderness contained in the girl's eyes seems to be gentle, but it is so strong.

Her gaze seemed to be completely fixed on his back.

"Yan'er, let's go on, I was in that valley at the time...... Belch...... Yan'er ......", Murong Ke took a sip of water and continued to talk, but just as he was about to talk about it with relish, he inadvertently looked up and found that the daughter in front of him was not listening to him at all, but looking out of the house. At that moment, he also followed his daughter's eyes and looked out, just to find that his daughter's eyes were completely fixed on Yang Xiaoling.

There is a father who will not understand his daughter's mind, and Murong Ke is such a smart person, he immediately understands what his daughter thinks. At that moment, he coughed dryly and said loudly: "Yan'er ......."

Murong Yan didn't react, as if she hadn't heard her father calling her at all.

Murong Ke had no choice but to shout again and said, "Yan'er ......."

"Ah, what's the matter......", Murong Yan finally came back to his senses, and found that his father was looking at him, he couldn't help but panic, his face turned a little red for no reason, and he quickly lowered his head and said, "Daddy, you go on, I'm listening."

"Are you really listening"?

"Of course".

Murong Ke sighed with emotion and said, "I think you have long thought I was verbose." It's no wonder that I've said it so many times, and I'm tired of listening to it."

Murong Yan quickly shook his head, then shook Murong Ke's arm, blinked, and said softly: "Daddy, how can Yan'er get tired of hearing it." You say, I'm really listening."

Murong Ke couldn't help but lean his face in front of his daughter's eyes, stared at her tightly, and asked with a smile, "Is it, are you really listening?"

Murong Yan's face turned a little redder again, only to feel an inexplicable fever on his face, and his head hung lower, so he just nodded softly and said, "Hmm."

"That's the case, ......", Murong Ke decided to make his daughter's face redder, so he glanced at Yang Xiaoling intentionally or unintentionally, and said with a smile: "Then why do I see that your mind seems to be on someone else"?

Sure enough, his father saw through his thoughts, Murong Yan's face was completely red to the root of his ears, and he was immediately ashamed and anxious, and said in a long voice: "Daddy, what are you talking nonsense, I've been listening to you all the time, how can I look at anyone else?"

"yes, then I ask you, what was I just talking about"?

"Daddy, you ......", Murong Yan revealed his true form at this time, and simply glared at his father angrily, snorted coquettishly, and then turned his face to the side and ignored him again.

"Haha......", looking at her little daughter's shyness, Murong Ke couldn't help laughing out loud anymore.

Startled by the laughter in the house, Yang Xiaoling turned his head and looked into the house in surprise, just in time to see Murong Ke beckoning to him and shouting, "Xiaoling, what are you doing outside, come in."

"Master, you called me"?

"Yes, yes, come and sit on my side, I have something to say."

"Oh".

Just as he was about to sit down, Murong Ke said again: "You close the door."

"Why do you have to close the door, and it's not cold"?

"If you are told to shut you down, you will be closed, then there is so much nonsense".

"Yes".

Yang Xiaoling closed the door and was about to sit down with a smile, but suddenly, a soft smile instantly froze on his face, and then, he suddenly turned around, drew his sword and rushed directly to the door.

At the same time, a fierce fighting suddenly sounded outside.