Yuan Yao fell into a grotesque dream again.

Those familiar and unfamiliar scenes reappeared in the dream.

And that familiar figure.

She wanted to walk towards him, but she couldn't reach where he was no matter what.

Yuan Yao frowned slightly, her tone a little bewildered.

"Ning Zhao, why can't I touch you?"

The figure in front of him paused, and then let out a very gentle laugh.

"Yaoyao, do you still think of me as Ning Zhao?"

Yuan Yao was taken aback.

The next second, her eyes widened suddenly, and she murmured in disbelief, "You are..."

Looking at the fairy-like voice in front of her, Yuan Yao felt that there seemed to be a name lingering on her lips, but for some reason, she couldn't say it.

She hugged her head suddenly, closed her eyes tightly, and looked extremely painful.

Disorganized memories rushed into her mind like a flood.

The faces of different men, like phantoms, appeared in her sea of ​​consciousness, gradually overlapping into one person... and finally turning into a white light.

Before losing consciousness, that voice gently brushed Yuan Yao's ear again.

Different from the pleasure just now, this time, there are obviously some complicated emotions.

"Yaoyao, you must remember me..."

"I'll wait for you under the old moon tree in heaven."

"If you don't come...I will come and catch you."

"..."

……

"you're awake?"

Before Yuan Yao opened her eyes, she heard a slightly old voice.

Familiar, but also a little long-lost.

She slowly opened her eyes, and sure enough, she saw the enlarged face of her wronged master, smiling and leaning in front of her, asking curiously, "How is it? Do you feel something is not suitable?"

Yuan Yao stared at him silently with resentful eyes.

Si Ming Xingjun immediately started blowing his beard and staring, "What kind of bitter and bitter expression do you have? Your master, I have guarded you for 900 days! I am afraid that something will happen to you! Not only are you not grateful, but also Still..."

"stop!"

Yuan Yao raised her hand to interrupt him.

I don't know if it's because of a guilty conscience or what, but Si Ming Xingjun really stopped talking subconsciously, and didn't speak anymore.

It's just that the eyes are still erratic.

Yuan Yao sighed, "Master, just tell me the truth. The so-called helping that god change his fate is actually you who lied to me, right?"

Si Ming Xingjun coughed, but did not answer.

Yuan Yao pursed her lips, "So, you already knew that I would fall in love with him in the small world, so you threw me down, didn't you?"

Si Ming Xingjun was silent for a long time, after all he sighed and nodded slowly, "Yes."

He raised his hand, and a thin life book appeared in his palm.

He gently caressed the life book with his fingertips, but his expression seemed to be lost in memory.

"That day, your master and I were drinking with Yuelao under the Yuelao tree. While chatting, we talked about the matter of that person who has gone through calamities in the mortal world."

Originally, Siming Xingjun just jokingly encouraged Yuelao to calculate the marriage situation of that immortal in the mortal world... After all, he is a well-known widowed king in the heavenly court.

Unexpectedly, Yue Lao, who was on the top of Jiu Jin, actually took out the marriage book, stroked his white beard, and looked at it shaking his head.

Seeing this, the wine woke up with fright.

At that time, Yue Lao tremblingly pointed at the marriage book, and said to Siming Xingjun in shock, "This, isn't this the little peach blossom in your palace?"

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