Fairy Bone Order

Xie Yuci quietly listened to her finish.

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

Xie Yuci laughed at himself.

Yes
If her worry wasn't because of the so-called living up to the common people and the peace of the world, could it be because she felt ashamed of him in her previous life, so in this life, even though she forgot all her past and became a human again, she still felt a little sorry for him in the depths of her soul?

If Wan Qing knew what he was thinking just now, she must have laughed at him for being obsessed again.

Thinking about it, it might be that they got along a lot recently, and he was so affected that he really became more and more crazy.

More than 9000 years ago, when her soul was shattered and her bones were broken, she was in so much pain that she was on the verge of disappearing, but she even admitted that she had never regretted it in her life.

What is he still hoping for?
What else does he expect from her?
He once heard someone say a word - one should not meet someone who is too startling 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, he nodded slightly, and said:
"That's right. A person like 'Zhuo Xianchang' must be a person who is not afraid of death. He only cares about the morality of the common people. Even if there is compassion and sorrow in his eyes, he is definitely for the sake of all living beings. How could he Is it for a certain person? I'm sorry, but I read a lot of story books on weekdays, so it's out of the ordinary, don't mind."

Zhuo Qingtan paused slightly upon hearing this.

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

However, Xie Yuci, you know, there are all sentient beings in my heart, but there is also one person among them.

Others think that I am calm and wise, and have everything in mind, but why, it seems that I can never handle things with you well?

Zhuo Qingtan frowned, slowly raised his head to look at Xie Yuci, hesitant to speak.

"you--"

But he got up resolutely, turned around and left, leaving a very cold sentence.

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

Zhuo Qingtan lay quietly on the bed, turned his head to silently look at his seemingly resolute, but in fact somewhat bewildered back, and was silent for a moment.

In fact, when she called him to stop for the first time, she did have some careful thoughts.

Because he was worried that he would ask An Pinhan why he said the words "she suffered" to her at night, and also because he was afraid that he would really hear another use of bone nails from An Pinhan.

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

He knows everything about the truth-telling technique, the heart-mind technique, the emotion-calling formation, and other immortal magic formations that can make people confide the truth.

If he really wanted to suppress the torture with divine power, let alone a mere mortal cultivator like An Pinhan, even she, who used to be a god but now has no spiritual power, might not be able to withstand it.

But when Xie Yuci was really caught by her words, when he was really worried because of her half-true excuse of "sore throat" and visited him carefully, when he was really worried because of her physical condition. When she was sick and exhausted, and her mind was restless, she really felt sore in her heart.

She clearly recovered her memory, and she clearly knew who he was, but she always pretended to forget all the past. Isn't this a kind of deception?
Zhuo Qingtan's eyesight was extremely poor, she stared blankly at the closed door in the distance.

The door looked extremely cold, like Xie Yuci's locked heart and lungs in this life.

She suddenly coughed uncontrollably.

This time it's not a play, the slightest bit of sadness can't be faked.

She propped her body up with one hand and overturned on the edge of the bed, with the back of the other hand resting on her mouth and nose, trying to suppress her voice.

She tried her best to suppress the coughing sound in her chest until her pale cheeks turned slightly red.

In the next moment, Zhuo Qingtan seemed to be hard to suppress.

She suddenly choked out a mouthful of blood, which was covered by her sleeve the next moment.

She paused for a moment, smiled suddenly, and then muttered to herself in a very weak tone.

"As the old saying goes, there is nothing difficult except death in ancient and modern times, and all kinds of funerals are irrelevant. But why?"

She smiled and laughed, and two cracks appeared on her pale lips because of this smile, and the blood immediately filled the air.

".But why, after nearly ten thousand years of death, my heart can't be at peace for a moment. It's really difficult to walk the road of heart-pounding in these three realms."

Her hands were finally exhausted, and she slumped on the side of the pillow, her brows and eyes were thick and ink-like, and the light was dim.

Trembling, she covered her eyelids with her dark red blood-stained hand.

"I resign, the world is vast, and you have a thousand ways to choose from. Why do you have to bind yourself in a cocoon and be obsessed with false fate for a moment?
Xianshandai and the present have become ancient legends, and the fairy trail of Zhuozhi is no longer there, just like a rumor that never existed.

The fragrance of Lingzhu is broken, and it has been circulated through the ages, and the mortal world has forgotten to write.The ending between you and me shouldn't have been so miserable. "

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

However, no matter how good-natured lies are, they are like this veil that looks prosperous and beautiful, but is actually false and fragile.

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

One day he will still learn that she is hiding from him the seemingly harmonious situation between them during this period of time regardless of the past, only talking about the present, and getting along day and night.

At that time, how should she deal with herself?
And where will the doom between them go?
*
An Luofu sat upright in front of the bed in the middle of the room, smashing walnuts with a small copper hammer, while looking towards the window hesitating to speak.

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

With her head lowered slightly, she was quietly flipping through the lonely manuscript she found on the bookshelf in her room.

Zhuo Qingtan's slender and slender neck is bent into a very beautiful arc because of the posture of hanging his head while reading, just like a crane lying on the shore of a fairyland lake.

Although not far away, An Luofu's hesitant stare with burning eyes made people feel very uncomfortable, but she always looked calm and looked at her handwriting silently, without being disturbed by it at all.

With a slight movement of her finger, the lonely book in her hand turned another page.

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

Finally, he seemed to be fighting with himself in the back of his mind. He picked up the plate full of peeled walnuts, got 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:

"What's the matter? Why have you been acting weird these two days, but Uncle Shi has admonished you again?"