After dressing up as a sadistic female supporting role, I was spoiled by the villains

Chapter 311 A Yuan, don’t cry, I’m back

Shen Yuan was at a loss and called out to Master. She did not see that the expression of the man above her head became more and more... joyful.

Shen Yuan just shook his head, tears unknowingly wet the man's front.

Luo Beixiao held her face with both hands and wiped away her continuous tears. He was at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her: "A Yuan, stop crying, I'm back."

He lowered his head as if being tempted, and kissed her eagerly at the corners of her eyes, the tip of her nose, and finally the lips that turned bright red from crying.

The moment the other party hugged him, some memory seemed to burst out of his mind.

Luo Beixiao echoed the bits and pieces of the past, only to realize that so long had passed.

He actually left A Yuan alone...for so long.

"A Yuan, I'm sorry." Luo Beixiao's chin rested on her head, emotions surged in his eyes, and his voice trembled horribly.

Shen Yuan's heart trembled, and her arms wrapped around the person tighter, as if she was afraid that the person would leave again.

Her God of War, the God of War who has been with her since she became King Qingluan.

She simply couldn't accept his absence, either in the past or now.

Qingluan Hall

Shen Yuan's head rested on Luo Beixiao's lap, and the man sat cross-legged on the couch, lowering his head and gently stroking the fine hair on her temples.

"You said, did you just wake up when you heard that I was going to destroy your natal sword?"

Shen Yuan said jokingly.

Luo Beixiao stroked her hair for a moment, and Shen Yuan raised his eyes to look at her faintly, suddenly unhappy.

His sword spirit had caused such a big disaster, and he was still reluctant to let it go?

A suffocation lingered in Shen Yuan's chest. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she became. She simply turned her head and turned her back to the man, angry at him but reluctant to let him go. She could only sulk by herself.

Luo Beixiao panicked immediately. He immediately bent down and hugged the person in his arms, apologizing: "No, A Yuan, please don't misunderstand."

Shen Yuan stared at the hair hanging down on his shoulders, and her face looked better: "Oh? Aren't you reluctant to part with it?"

Luo Beixiao began to hesitate again.

Shen Yuan was so angry that she wanted to cry, she pushed the person away, but before she could get out of the bed, she was dragged by the arms behind her and pinned down on the couch.

Luo Beixiao clasped her hands and intertwined their fingers as she came to Lengxiang Shop, which belonged to men only.

His narrow phoenix eyes looked straight at her, helplessly and sincerely: "A Yuan probably forgot that you gave me the Qinglan Sword."

"Did I give it to you?" Shen Yuan frowned.

She fell silent for a moment, thinking about the incident in her memory.

Seeing the woman trying hard to recall but unable to remember, Luo Beixiao's eyelashes trembled, and she couldn't help but feel sour in her heart. Sure enough, she didn't remember at all.

He lowered his head and kissed her gently between her frowning eyebrows, and said with a smile: "It's been a long time, maybe you didn't even know who I was at that time."

As he spoke, Luo Beixiao nuzzled hers with the tip of his nose, letting out a low laugh from his throat, but Shen Yuan keenly heard his cover-up.

"So when is it?" She raised her eyes and looked into the eyes of the man very close to her, her fox eyes slightly curved, and asked.

Luo Beixiao's breath was stagnant. He didn't want to answer this question and simply did something else.

After all, Shen Yuan didn't get the answer to the question, but she stopped teasing him with Qinglan's questions.

Luo Beixiao completely sealed the Qinglan Sword. Over the past 1000 years, the sword spirit that was about to be re-formed in the sword body was also killed by him in its young state.

Luo Beixiao had an almost paranoid obsession with the Qinglan Sword. Even the existence of Su Lan in the past could not erase the status of this sword in his heart.

Without Qinglan Sword, there would be no God of War, and without A Yuan, he would not be what he is today.

The Qinglan Sword is a top-notch artifact
Shen Yuan was lying on the bed, with the man's broad palm around her waist, and her whole body was half-enclosed in Luo Beixiao's arms.

When she closed her eyes, she was still thinking about Qinglan Sword.

Artifact, if she had given away an artifact, why would she have no impression of it at all?

The more Luo Beixiao didn't tell her, the more curious she became.

"Xiao."

Shen Yuan suddenly called out to the person behind him.

Luo Beixiao opened his eyes, hugged the person a little tighter and said, "What's wrong?"

Shen Yuan turned around to face him, her eyes facing the man's chiseled chin. She leaned forward and kissed him as if she was bewitched, but then pulled away like a heartless man without following up.

Luo Beixiao's eyes were dark, his Adam's apple rolled slightly, he took a deep breath and pressed the person into his arms: "Rest." He said in a hoarse voice.

Shen Yuan nodded, but actually continued to think about the question just now, and she almost couldn't help asking him again.

She should think for herself.

Before her consciousness was in chaos, Shen Yuan gave up and planned to go to Si Ming to read his horoscope tomorrow.

Her natal chart must have recorded everything in her past.

The next day
Simingdian

Si Mingjun listened to Shen Yuan's description and suddenly clicked his tongue: "The little god can be sure that Wang has not lost his memory, unless it was that time -"

Shen Yuan: "When?"

"The king also had an experience in the lower realm 7000 years ago. I wonder if you still remember it." Siming's controller Mingpan said.

Shen Yuan shook her head. At that time, she was just a little fairy, and the fairy's experience in the lower world could not leave memories.

"If Wang really feels that he has forgotten something, it can only be when."

"Show me." Shen Yuan said directly without hesitation.

Si Mingjun nodded: "Yes."

The picture on the birth chart slowly unfolded. Shen Yuan looked at the desolate desert on the picture and raised the end of his eyes slightly.

Siming stroked his beard: "There are three thousand interfaces in the lower realm. The interface where the king went seems to be a completely mortal realm."

Shen Yuan was noncommittal.

In fact, Shen Yuan didn't intend to read anymore at the beginning. It was impossible for people in the completely mortal world to ascend. People in the completely mortal world would go to the underworld after death.

And she was sure that she never had such a thing as a divine weapon when she was a fairy.

She thought he must have remembered it wrong.

Shen Yuan was about to say let it go, but when the scene on the screen changed, her eyes suddenly widened.

It's actually the underworld.

A woman covered in blood appeared on the screen, and Shen Yuan immediately recognized that it was her.

It's hard to imagine what happened to her during her lifetime, and she died like this.

"A Yuan! A Yuan!!! Wait for me!"

A heartbreaking call came, and Shen Yuan saw a man in armor rushing up from behind her.

With just a side face, Shen Yuan's heart trembled. She didn't need to see his appearance clearly, she knew it was Luo Beixiao.

"Ayuan... Ayuan..."

Luo Beixiao just hugged her, as if he didn't know the passage of time, and kept holding her like this until the steward of the underworld said that she had to leave.

"Xiao, you and I are destined to die in this life, if there is a chance in the next life..."

She closed her eyes in pain, and before she could finish her words, she was pulled away by the steward.

(End of this chapter)