too affectionate

Chapter 398
So Jing Shijialan silently accompanied Xuan Wanyan for 15 years, and finally walked into her real life.

Jing Shijialan thought, in fact, he has fallen in love with Xuan Wanyan a long time ago.

From a long time ago, from the first time he saw her, he fell in love with the only ray of light in his life.

Up to now, he has already fallen into the trap of no cure.

However, when he went to her, his original intention was not to have a deep affection with her, to express his affection to appease his 15 years of companionship.

He just wanted to keep her safe.

In the heart of Jing Shijialan, Xuan Wanyan, who is extremely talented, has a mind as pure as a piece of white paper, and it is difficult to cope with the muddle of officialdom.

Much to the surprise of Jing Shijialan, Xuan Wanyan, who is pure white and flawless, is so talented that she seems to be able to handle the scourge of the officialdom with ease. Just a little less.

Seeing the young girl he raised with his own hands, able to dance to his heart's content in the mud, and still maintain the original purity, Jing Shijialan was very pleased.

But he never imagined that how could he hide affection, he finally won her love and sincerity.

Jing Shijialan was happy, but even more worried.

Then came the 20th birthday of Jing Shajialan, and he once again obtained the language of destiny.

On the day of her birthday, Jing Shijialan dragged her body full of muscles and veins, covered in blood, and traveled thousands of miles back to the capital. She wanted to stay by her side, and she didn't even take the prophecy of destiny.

Until today, Jing Shijialan received a secret report that Suo Shitong hid his whereabouts and entered the dark room.

Jing Shijialan knew that Suo Shitong came back to make trouble today, so Jing Shijialan took advantage of this time to go back to Tianxuan Hall and come to Chavalang Blessing Hall to get the prophecy of destiny.

At this time, beside the marble shelf, Jing Shijialan gently put a scroll into the drawer in front of him.

Rather than letting it go, it is better to say that the scroll itself rolled down from Jing Shijialan's weak hands.

Jing Shijialan stood for a long time, his body was as straight as a jade sculpture, there was no scroll in his hand, but his arms were still raised, his whole body remained motionless, and he let the light seep from the ceiling of the temple. , from sunlight to moonlight.

In the past 20 years, Jing Shijialan has experienced too many life and death, and has experienced too many difficulties that he cannot overcome. He has also grown from a young boy to a true human supreme god and supreme destiny.

Not only is his determination and force strong enough to prop up the lintel of the entire temple with one person, but his exquisite heart is also able to hold the entire ever-changing and grotesque continent in the palm of his hand.

But now, Jing Shijialan only felt that all the energy in his body was exhausted.

The third volume of the destiny prophecy that rolled into the drawer wrote: I can't ask for it, I can't ask for it, I have to ask for it; I can't love, I can't love, I can't love it.

Oh my goodness.

Jing Shijialan sighed heavily, exhausting the last gossamer-like breath in his body.

Knowing that you can't ask for it and you can't ask for it, how can you have to ask for it.

Knowing that love can't and can't love, but still can't not love.

Kyoto, small teahouses on the street.

"Ahem, ahem, all guests, please be calm and calm, let's start talking now."

The storyteller, dressed in a literati's ragged robe, knocked on the small wood on the table, glanced around the already overcrowded audience, and everyone was eagerly waiting, and immediately became fan.

"Today, let's not talk about the three emperors and five emperors with morality, who were famous in the Shang and Zhou dynasties. Let's talk about the hero of the time, the heroine of the female middle school, the little Xuan Lang of the Ministry of punishment, who bravely fought against corrupt officials and powerful officials, and rescued the Yuhang Mansion from the fire. The glorious reality of tens of thousands of people in a government!"

The storyteller talked in a smooth rhythm, and as soon as the previous words were finished, the onlookers immediately burst into applause and cheers.

"Okay!" "Great" "Hurry up! There will be a reward if you agree!" "I'm here to listen to Master Xiaoxuan today!"

Obviously, the story that the storyteller wants to tell has already been heard among the common people.

(End of this chapter)