The ice coffin leaves a sad place for the face.

The remaining body is hard to heal, and the white skirt is easily stained with blood.

Next to Bai Yuhan's coffin, Bing Chen gently stroked it, his expression was gloomy and full of guilt.

In the end, the promise is difficult to fulfill, I just regret why.

"There is no intention to come, and no intention to go."

"There should be no mercy, why bother to blame the poor fate?"

"Ten years later, I will take you back to Mengyao courtyard."

"I don't care about the position of the sect leader!"

......

Every word is stunning, but promises are hard to come true and wishes are hard to calm down.

Bing Chen clenched his fists, and the kiss scene appeared again in his mind.

He hated, hated himself for leaving Zhuo Qianling there, hated himself for being obsessed with the foundation of Jianling Sect! How can a mere Jianling Sect compare with Qianling!

The pale face became more and more dazzling. The dark blood oozed out, making it more and more irritating to the heart.

"Chianya! Sorry!"

"I am ashamed of you in this life. If there is a next life, I will repay you for the rest of my life." Bingchen said to himself.

I remembered alone in the coffin for three days, and the wood flower brewed with a medium-sized sorrow.

Along the way, a figure in a long blood-colored skirt stood quietly. He looked at the man and the coffin, with apologetic eyes and inexplicably hesitant.

At some point, when she saw Bingchen get up, she made up her mind, her steps were gentle and her steps were sad.

Looking at the person who came, Bing Chen's eyes showed complexity.

"What are you doing?" Bingchen asked.

Xue Yi's eyes moved to one side, not daring to look at Bing Chen, and whispered: "Get breathable."

Bing Chen frowned, and when he was about to speak again, he listened to Xueyi and said, "Yes...I'm sorry!"

Bingchen was slightly stunned, but then his eyes softened.

I saw Xue Yi crossing over Bingchen, bowing to the ice coffin three times.

He didn't speak much, but looked at the figure inside with guilt and stood still for a long time.

"Can you talk to you alone?" Xue Yi asked after a long time.

"Whatever you want to say, just say it." Bingchen said.

Xue Yi hesitated and opened her mouth slightly, but she couldn't speak.

Suddenly, a ray of red light came out from Bing Chen's eyebrows, and the next moment he went straight to the distance. He could only hear a faint whisper: "You guys talk."

Seeing this, Xue Yi couldn't help but feel a hint of blush on his face.

"Let's go, follow me around." Seeing Xue Yi was stunned, Bing Chen said.

In the green bamboo forest, the two of them were in front and behind, only a few footsteps were heard, without hearing any words.

Until he reached a pavilion, the ice dust removed the dust on it and took out the wood flower brew again. Xue Yi couldn't help but break the calm.

"I'm sorry!" Xue Yi whispered.

Bingchen's movements stopped, but then he shook his head slightly.

Although he felt inexplicably panic and embarrassed, Xue Yi forced himself to look at Bingchen and asked, "Do you... hate me?"

Bingchen's expression stagnated.

Seeing this, Xue's eyes showed a hint of sadness that was hard to catch.

"Why do I hate you?" Bingchen said after a while.

Xue Yi was slightly stunned.

"You are my sword servant, why do I hate you?" Bingchen said again.

Xue Yi couldn't help feeling a little shame when she heard this, but she breathed a sigh of relief and felt a little warmth.

"I don't blame you for Qian Ling's affairs." Bing Chen said.

Xue Yi was stunned again, looking at Bingchen, her eyes were indescribable.

Suddenly, a cup of wood flower brew flew towards Xue Yi and hanged in front of him.

"Drink it." Bingchen said.

After taking the wine glass, Xue Yi hesitated for a moment, sucked his mouth slightly, and then drank it all.

"How is this wine?" Bingchen asked.

Xue Yi hesitated for a while and asked again without answering: "Zhuo Qianling is in your heart..."

Although he had not finished speaking, Bingchen didn't know what he meant. He shook his head and said, "Don't worry about this anymore, drink with me."

The cup is filled with sorrow in the wine.

It is difficult to relieve depression after several times of greed, and it is even more difficult to relieve depression after a few times of greed.

At some point, several empty altars appeared around the two of them.

The drunken eyes began to blur, and Xue Yi's cheeks were flushed. After drinking the last cup of Muhua Brew, he suddenly stood up and walked towards Bingchen.

Maybe it’s because I feel depressed, and wine is also intoxicating for everyone.

Suddenly, Xue Yi staggered and fell to the side.

Seeing this, Bingchen quickly stood up and grabbed his wrist. With a little force, blood hit his arms.

He was shocked and sobered up a little. Xue Yi quickly broke free. However, because he was drunk, he couldn't stand firmly, so he finally fell on Bingchen.

It was difficult to stop being shy, and Xue Yi's heart was beating wildly. As soon as the hazy drunk eyes looked at Bingchen, he quickly lowered his head.

The two of them snuggled together quietly. After a long time, Xueyi said, "Don't blame me, don't hate me! I, Xueyi, have practiced Taoism for hundreds of years and have never asked anyone. Today I am begging you!"

Seeing Bingchen not answering, Xue Yi's expression clearly showed some anxiety.

However, just as he was about to speak again, his eyes suddenly became dark and he fell into Bingchen's arms.

Looking at the person in his arms, Bingchen sighed softly, picked him up, and with a thought, he came to a loft on the top of the mountain.

......

Although wine is beautiful, it is also strong.

Three days later, Xue Yi opened her eyes.

He rubbed his forehead, and felt a little painful, which made his eyebrows slightly frown.

Suddenly, Xueyi looked at the side quickly, but saw Bing Chen sleeping soundly beside him. Xueyi was immediately shocked, and a little anger appeared on her face.

When I raised my hand, I wanted to lift the ice dust away with one hand, but the memories of the scene were recalled in his mind.

Xue Yi was stunned, but then a little flush appeared on his cheeks, and he felt extremely ashamed and angry.

"How could I do!" Xue Yi gritted her teeth and said intimidly.

He looked at Bingchen, and his handsome face was still mature. Under his white shirt, his handsome figure was so flawless that it was hard to find.

Looking at Bingchen, Xue Yi couldn't help but stay for a little longer. A little blush climbed onto her cheeks, an indescribable shame that made her feel inconsistent.

Suddenly, Bingchen moved his fingers, and then his eyes suddenly opened, just facing Xue Yi's gaze.

Xue Yi was shocked and quickly moved her eyes away. Her heart pounded wildly, and her ears quickly spread redness.

Bingchen sucked the air conditioner, rubbed his forehead, and said, "Damn Muqin, why is this batch of Muhua wine so strong!"

Xue Yi secretly transported the true energy to calm his mind. After a while, he suppressed the shame and panic in his heart, looked at Bingchen and said, "It's strange that he doesn't drink so much."

Bingchen smiled, supported the bed with both hands, and sat up. He looked at Xue Yi, and reached out to stroke his cheek.

Xue Yi was shocked and stunned on the spot. He didn't expect Bingchen to be so brave, and even forgot to react.

After a moment of silence or two, Xue Yi quickly raised her hand and slapped Bingchen's salty hand away.

"Stupid brat! You dare to be careless and rude to me!" Xue Yi said angrily.

Bingchen dismissed and smiled and said, "I've been hugging this, I've been sleeping, and it's considered frivolous and rude to touch it?"

"you!"

Xue Yi was furious and raised his hand and knocked Bing Chen away with one palm.

Bingchen groaned, hit the wall, covered his chest with his hands, and made an expression of discomfort.

Xue Yi was shocked and quickly flashed to Bing Chen to support him and check his injuries.

"It seems that your injury is almost healed. You are so strong that you want to slap me to death." Bingchen said.

Xue Yi's cheeks turned red, she stood up and retreated a few times, and glared at Bingchen.
To be continued...