Jing Yirong gently let go of Nalan Zhijin and gently and carefully stroked away the tears on his cheeks. "Master is really wrong. Master should not have treated you like that. Master will never leave Zhijin again. Never." .”
"Is it really never going to happen?" Nalanzhi looked at Jing Yirong with tearful eyes pitifully. Jing Yirong nodded. "Never."
Only then did Nalan Zhijin burst out laughing. "Master has never lied to Zhijin. So Zhijin believes in master."
Jing Yirong smiled. Then he stood up and looked at everyone. "I have just shown you that you will not die if you jump off this rock. So from now on, please keep away the words that Xiao Yan is dead."
"Yes." Everyone responded. Mo Feiyu and Nalan Qingyi looked at each other. Jing Yirong was comforting and convincing herself. However, if this could make her feel better, they would not object. They just hoped that she would not Blame yourself again.
After returning to the restaurant, Jing Yirong sat in the room in a daze. She was still holding a tea cup in her hand. The water in the cup had cooled down, but she didn't know where her thoughts had flown. It seemed as if she suddenly thought of something. The hand holding the teacup gently exerted force. The teacup was broken. The fragments scratched the palm of the hand and blood dripped on the table. The injured person did not feel at all. The hand holding the fragments showed no intention of letting go.
Nalan Qingyi pushed open the door and walked in. Her originally smiling face disappeared when she saw Jing Yirong's bleeding hands. She stepped forward eagerly and asked Jing Yirong. "Yirong, what are you doing? Your hands are bleeding. .”
Nalan Qingyi's voice interrupted Jing Yirong. She came back to her senses and met Nalan Qingyi's distressed gaze, with a confused look on her face. "What's wrong?"
"The tea cup is broken. Your hand is bleeding." Nalan Qingyi opened Jing Yirong's hand and carefully took away the pieces.
Only then did Jing Yirong notice the bleeding hands and the bloody fragments lying on the table. She couldn't feel any pain just looking at her quietly. Could it be that she really felt a little pain when she became an immortal? nothing.
Nalan Qingyi took out the medicine box. He hurriedly fetched water and washed Jing Yirong's palms first, then carefully applied medicine and bandaged them. During the series of actions, he did not say another word. When the wound was gone, he After bandaging, he still held Jing Yirong's hand and lowered his head.
Jing Yirong noticed something was wrong with Nalan Qingyi and quickly reached out and patted Nalan Qingyi. "Qingyi. Qingyi."
A drop of warm liquid fell on the back of her hand. Jing Yirong's body froze and she instantly understood what had happened. She stretched out her hand and gently held Nalan Qingyi's face. There was a line of tears flowing on the gentle and handsome face. The eyes that are always bathed in sunshine are full of pain at this moment.
"Why. Why are you crying?" Jing Yirong wiped Nalan Qingyi's face distressedly. Unexpectedly, her voice was a little hoarse. "Haven't you heard that a man bleeds without crying?"
Nalan Qingyi showed a desperate expression. "I don't even have the ability to bleed for you. I only have the opportunity to shed tears. Yi Rong. Are you thinking about Xiao Yan? You tried your best to make everyone believe that Xiao Yan is not dead." .Why don’t you be a little more confused yourself and deceive yourself a little more?”
Jing Yirong stared at Nalan Qingyi. "Because I'm too smart and too sober, so I can't deceive myself."
"If you are in such pain, I would rather you lose your memory." Nalan Qingyi held Jing Yirong's face and caressed it carefully. "So what if you forget me. I only want you to be happy. Yirong. That day I I heard what you and Mo Feiyu said. You said that I have no resentment or hatred. It’s just that you know how to love someone. When you love someone so deeply, you can forget even these. My own joys, sorrows, and joys have long been forgotten. I only hope that you will Happy. You are happy. When you forget me. Even though I am sad, I know that you will not be in pain. I may have to wait for a lifetime in this restaurant. But while waiting, I still have those memories. These memories are what you left for me. My most precious thing."
"Why do you love me so much? Why do you love me so much that you forget yourself?" Jing Yirong traced Nalan Qingyi's eyebrows with her hands distressedly. "I don't want you to forget your own joys, sorrows and joys because you love me. Qingyi, I want you to live more comfortably."
Nalan Qingyi was startled. She looked at Jing Yirong speechlessly. Jing Yirong came close to Nalan Qingyi's arms. "I don't want you to only have eyes for me. I also want you to have yourself. The most real thing I know what I hate. I know what I hate. I know that when I do something wrong, I will be angry or blame me just like Zhijin."
Nalan Qingyi did not answer this time. The tears in the corners of his eyes had dried long ago. Jing Yirong was too shocked. He used the identity of Nalan Qingyi to change Jing Yirong. But Jing Yirong also used Her truest identity changes her true self.
Live more comfortably. How many years have passed? The identity of Nalan Qingyi has long been no longer the real self. This identity is just a person who only knows how to adapt. He is a bit noble and surprisingly obedient. It has always been the past. I only know how to give but not repay. There is only love and no hatred. But this is not the real me. It has never been the real him. This identity is too timid. Jing Yirong fell in love with Nalan Qingyi. When did he fall in love with Nalan Qingyi? I began to understand my pain as Nalan Qingyi. It was all because Jing Yirong was too smart. I didn’t understand emotional matters before, but now I understand them more deeply than anyone else.
Nalan Qingyi gently lifted Jing Yirong's face, and placed her bright eyes with affection. Then she lightly tapped on her pretty nose, and then landed on the soft red lips. Gently Sucking her lips, exploring gently.
Jing Yirong put her hands on Nalan Qingyi's shoulders. She closed her eyes and quietly enjoyed the tenderness Nalan Qingyi brought to her. Only Nalan Qingyi's kiss could calm all the pain in her heart. The gentle kiss actually made Jing Yirong's thoughts a little confused. The appearance of Ye Xieming and the kiss that day and night appeared in his mind. Jing Yirong suddenly opened his eyes. The face of Nalan Qingyi in front of him was actually the same as that of Ye Xieming. Ming's silver masked face merged with each other. Jing Yirong was suddenly shocked and subconsciously pushed away the person in front of him.
Nalan Qingyi was pushed away suddenly and looked at Jing Yirong with a puzzled expression. "What's wrong?"
"I...it's okay. It's okay." Jing Yirong whispered in despair.
Nalan Qingyi looked at Jing Yirong with concern. "You look so ugly. I can't see what's wrong with you."
"I said it's okay." Jing Yirong was slightly angry.
Nalan Qingyi's face darkened when he saw this, and he stopped asking. "I'm going to see Zhijin."
"Qingyi..." Jing Yirong called to Nalan Qingyi. Nalan Qingyi turned around. "What's wrong?"
"It's nothing. Just go ahead." Jing Yirong tried her best to smile. When Nalan Qingyi pushed away, she fell weakly onto the stool. How could she? How could she think of Ye Xieming? How could she think of Ye Xieming? Xie Ming and Jing Yirong angrily swept all the teacups on the table to the ground. She clenched her hands tightly and let the blood from the wound soak the bandage again. She would definitely kill Ye Xieming. She would definitely do it.
Jing Yirong gathered her mood and walked out of the house to see the poisonous lady standing in front of the door carrying a bag. "You have to leave."
"You're back now, do I still have any reason to stay here?" Lady Poison laughed at herself. "Nalan Zhijin only recognizes you as his master. There is no possibility for me to be his master in this life. In this way, I can still stay here." What to do."
Jing Yirong shrugged. "That being said, there is really no need for you to stay. After all, all my people and things must be exclusive to me. So it is really impossible for you to want Nalan Zhijin to be your apprentice in this life."
"Jing Yirong, you are too arrogant." The poisonous lady thought so and let it go. Unexpectedly, this Jing Yirong was really not polite at all.
Jing Yirong smiled lightly. "You don't want me to comfort you or say some kind words to you. Then you are really wrong. What I hate most is pretending. Poisonous lady, you want to accept Zhijin as your apprentice. Impossible. But if it is something else, I do feel there is some hope."
"What do you mean?" The poisonous lady was confused.
"Foster mother."
"Foster mother." Lady Poison's eyes lit up. "You want Nalan Zhijin to recognize me as a foster mother."
Jing Yirong sneered. "You are too whimsical. I didn't ask Zhijin to recognize you as his adoptive mother. It was you who found a way to become his adoptive mother. Zhijin attaches great importance to feelings. He also knows who will be good to him and who is worthy. He is good to her. If you really want Zhijin to recognize you as a foster mother, show some sincerity. There is no point in teaching him your skills anyway. He might be moved by you."
"Jing Yirong, you are really a fox." The poisonous lady stared at Jing Yirong. "You don't give me any benefits and you want me to hand over my poison-making skills to Nalan Zhijin. You really don't suffer at all."
"If you are nice to someone just because you want to get benefits, then it doesn't matter if you don't want to be nice to someone like this. I'll show you the way. It's your own business whether you can walk or not." Jing Yirong was too lazy to talk nonsense with the poisonous lady. "Also, If you really want to leave, I advise you not to make a show of showing off to Zhi Jin. This kind of trick is too bad."
The poisonous lady was stunned. "You can see it."
"Poison Lady, you and I are both people in the world. If you really wanted to leave, you would have to pack a bag and go around the restaurant. If you really wanted to leave, you would have disappeared long ago. You can show Zhi Jin this kind of trick, but don't do it in front of me. It's too That's vulgar." Jing Yirong looked down at the poisonous lady.
The poisonous lady was speechless by Jing Yirong. She had to take off the baggage on her shoulders. "Foster mother. After all, it seems that the adoptive mother is more important than the master. Jing Yirong, don't be proud. Accept it." Lan Zhijin is the best candidate for me and I won't give up easily. I don't believe I can't be his adoptive mother."
Jing Yirong looked at Lady Poison's back with a faint smile on her face. Lady Poison suddenly stopped and turned to look at Jing Yirong. "By the way, where is my good son's mother? Do you want to say hello to him? Come here. If my dear son agrees, his mother will not."
"There is no need to say hello to her, because she died long ago." Jing Yi's voice was calm and clear.
The poisonous lady was relieved. "It's good if you die. If you die, there will be one less obstacle. But how did you die?"
"Killed."
"I was killed. Who killed me?" The poisonous lady rubbed her palms. "This is simpler and saves trouble. Just ask Nalan Zhijin to recognize me as his adoptive mother, and then help him avenge his mother's murder."
Jing Yirong glanced at the poisonous lady and turned around and walked out of the restaurant without looking back. In the end, she only said one sentence: "I killed her."
"You killed it. You killed it so easily. I just..." Poisonous Lady would regret it. She was shocked on the spot. It was then that she seemed to truly understand what Jing Yirong said. She killed... Oh my God. What on earth is going on? She killed Nalan Zhijin’s mother but became Nalan Zhijin’s master. What on earth is going on? Lady Poison always feels that this Jing Yirong is a bit weird no matter how you say it. Mysterious. Now it seems that she is not the only one who is mysterious. There is also a group of people around her.