Xie Yuci listened to her quietly.

As she spoke these words, the light of hope in his eyes gradually faded, and his secretly clenched right hand slowly loosened.

Xie Yuci smiled self-deprecatingly.

yes

If her worries are not because of the so-called living up to the common people and bringing peace to the world, is it because she felt guilty towards him in her previous life? Therefore, even though she has completely forgotten her past life and is a human again, she still feels a little sorry for him deep in her soul.

If Wan Qing knew what he was thinking in his heart just now, they would probably laugh at him for having such crazy thoughts again.

I think it may be that they have been getting along more recently, and he has been affected so much that he has become more and more crazy.

More than 9,000 years ago, her soul was shattered, her bones were broken, and she was in so much pain that she was in pieces. When she was almost on the verge of death, she admitted that she had no regrets in her life.

What is he still hoping for?

What else does he expect from her?

He once heard someone say something - one should not meet someone who is too shocking in one's life, otherwise it will be a poem that cannot be read in one's life.

He didn't believe it when he was young, but now he does.

Xie Yuci suddenly smiled casually, nodded slightly and said:

"That's right. A person like 'Zhuo Xianchang' must have an immortal demeanor and not be afraid of death. He only cares about the morality of the common people. Even if there is compassion and sadness in his eyes, he is definitely doing it for all living beings. How could it be so?

Is it for a certain person? I'm sorry, I've read too many stories in my daily life, so I fell into a cliché, don't mind."

Zhuo Qingtan paused slightly when he heard this.

Her eyebrows and eyes, which were looking at the red coral potted plant, slowly fell on Xie Yuci's nonchalant expression, and she suddenly smiled in relief.

But, thank you for your words, you know, it is true that there are all living beings in my heart, but there is also one person among them.

Others think that I am calm, wise and have everything in mind, but why do I never seem to be able to handle things with you well?

Zhuo Qingtan frowned, slowly raised his head to read Xie Yu's speech, but stopped talking.

"you--"

But he stood up decisively, turned around and left, leaving behind a very cold word.

"I'm sleepy, you should sleep too."

Zhuo Qingtan lay quietly on the bed, turning his head and silently looking at his back that seemed very determined but actually a little lost. He was silent for a moment.

In fact, when she first called him, she did have some thoughts.

Because he was worried that he would ask An Pinhan why he said "she suffered" to her that night, and he was also worried that he would actually hear from An Pinhan about another use of the bone nail.

Xie Yuci was already excellent in martial arts and knowledgeable, but now he has regained a quarter of his divine power.

He has mastery of all magic formations such as truth-telling, heart-centered, and emotion-calling formations that can make people reveal the truth.

If he really wants to use divine power to suppress torture, let alone a mortal immortal monk like An Pinhan, even she, who was once a god but now has no spiritual power, may not be able to withstand it.

But when Xie Yuci was really trapped by her with just one word, when he was really worried about her half-truth excuse of "sore throat" and looked at her carefully, when he was really worried about her physical condition.

When she was weak and exhausted, and her mind was restless, she felt really sad and unbearable.

She clearly recovered her memory, she clearly knew who he was, but she always pretended to have forgotten everything. Isn't this a kind of deception?

Zhuo Qingtan's eyesight was extremely poor, and she stared at the closed door in the distance with blurred vision.

The door looked extremely cold, as if Xie Yuci's heart and lungs were tightly locked in this life.

She suddenly coughed and wheezed uncontrollably.

This time it was not a show, the sadness was not fake at all.

She supported her body with one hand and stood up, leaning over the edge of the bed. The back of her other hand was placed against her mouth and nose, trying to suppress her voice.

She tried hard to hold back the sound of coughing and wheezing in her chest, until her pale cheeks turned slightly red.

The next moment, Zhuo Qingtan seemed to be unable to suppress himself anymore.

She choked out a mouthful of blood, and the next moment all the blood was covered up with her sleeves.

She paused slightly, suddenly smiled, and then murmured to herself in a very weak tone.

"As the old saying goes, there is nothing difficult to avoid death in ancient and modern times, and all the aftermath is irrelevant. But why."

She smiled, and her pale lips split into two cracks due to this smile, and blood suddenly filled the air.

".But why, even after I have been dead for nearly ten thousand years, my heart cannot be at peace for a moment. It is really difficult to walk the road of heartache in these three realms."

Her hands were finally exhausted, and she slumped down on the pillow. Her eyebrows and eyes were as thick and dark as an ink painting, and the light was dim.

She tremblingly covered her eyelids with her hand, which was stained with dark red blood.

"Excuse me, the world is vast, and you have thousands of ways to live your life to choose from. Why should you tie yourself up in a cocoon and be obsessed with it for a moment?

Xianshandai and the present have been reduced to ancient legends, and Zhuozhi's fairy tale is no longer there, as if it were a rumor that never existed.

The incense of childhood is gone, the passage of time has passed, and the world has forgotten its writing. The ending between you and me should not have been so unbearable."

Through the weak candlelight between her fingers, she stared blankly at the golden gauze hanging down above her head.

However, any white lie is just like this veil that looks prosperous and beautiful, but is actually empty and fragile.

Sooner or later, there will be a day when you will be cut by a sharp knife.

One day he will still learn that during this period of time they did not care about the past, they only talked about the present, and the seemingly harmonious situation they spent together day and night was also what she was hiding from him.

How should she deal with it then?

And where will the fate between them go?

*

An Luofu sat upright in front of the table in the middle of the room, smashing walnuts with a small copper hammer while looking at the window hesitantly.

At this time, Zhuo Qingtan was sitting on a low sandalwood couch by the window, wearing a jade crown, neatly dressed, and covering himself tightly with a light green cloak.

She lowered her head slightly and was quietly flipping through the lone manuscript she found on the bookshelf in her room.

Zhuo Qingtan's slender and slender neck, bent into a very beautiful arc due to the posture of hanging his head while reading, is like a crane sleeping with its neck stretched out by the Yaochi Lake.

Although not far away, An Luofu was still talking and her scorching gaze made people very uncomfortable. However, she always looked calm and looked at her handwriting silently without being disturbed at all.

With a slight movement of her fingers, the solitary book in her hand turned another page.

An Luofu struggled for a long time, and until he smashed and peeled all the walnuts in the wooden box on the table, he still didn't find a suitable opportunity to speak.

Finally, he seemed to have finished fighting with himself in the back of his mind. He picked up the plate full of peeled walnut pulp, stood up and walked to the low couch by the window, and then gently put down the walnuts in his hand.

An Luofu whispered: "Senior sister."

Zhuo Qingtan gave him a funny look and asked lightly:
Chapter completed!