Subian Kings Canyon

Chapter 1490 How much do you know about flowers falling in dreams (28)

Yan Huan almost trembled and spilled all the porridge in the bowl on Zhuang Zhou's neckline, hitting his chest. His clear breath made her heart beat faster, and when she looked up, she fell into his unusually gentle eyes.

What is this?
In order to hide her shyness and unnaturalness, Yan Huan glared at him angrily, and then vigorously pushed him away dissatisfied.

"Before strangling you to death, drink the porridge and be a full ghost!"

I planned to feed him at first, but now it seems that he is quite strong, and he is not a weak patient at all.

Yan Huan stuffed the porridge bowl into his hand, patted the folds of his robe, rolled his eyes, and reprimanded him stiffly, "Go drink it yourself, I'm going to the training ground."

"Mo Nian."

Yan Huan didn't stop walking, few people called her name, she was not sensitive to her own name.

"Elder Sister."

Then she stopped, turned her head impatiently, and frowned, "What's the matter?"

Zhuang Zhou leaned on the bed and looked at her quietly, his eyes were as clear as a green lake, and his spirit was very lazy.

Unexpectedly, he stopped her and just asked, "Is there anyone else in Senior Sister's family?"

Yan Huan said expressionlessly, "There is no one left, both parents are dead."

"Then how did Senior Sister live alone before she joined the Xuanying School?"

His eyes were purely asking, but he was happy, but he still didn't want to talk to him.

As sad as he was before, Mo Nian was as proud as he was later, but inside this proudness, he was actually still sad.

A homeless child with no father or mother, who has been bullied and looked down upon, what is there to say about this past.

Yan Huan frowned again, "Why do you ask so many questions? Hurry up and drink your porridge, it's going to be cold."

She glanced at him coldly, grabbed the sword at her waist, turned around and strode towards the door.

Looking at her leaving back, Zhuang Zhou bent his lips and smiled softly.

She really...has no memory of the past at all.

That's it.

Anyway, he didn't hold the expectation that she would remember from the beginning.

The morning air on the top of the mountain is slightly cool, and between breaths, the cold heart is a little bit cold.

Closing his eyes, Zhuang Zhou took a deep breath, sighed helplessly, and opened his eyes again, his eyes filled with longing nostalgia.

"Kun, you said I will remember this for her, how long will I remember?"

Kun rubbed his chest, obediently, without saying a word.

"I'm afraid that if I suddenly can't suppress this evil spirit one day, will she never remember how much she loved someone?"

Kun shook his head and waved his long fins anxiously, while Zhuang Zhou raised his hand to stroke its head.

"Don't worry, I will try my best not to let myself go mad."

He didn't care about life or death, but Mo Nian was the only one who made him fearful of death and reluctant to part with him.

Things are unpredictable, aren't they?

Born today, who knows what will happen tomorrow, his life is hanging on the knife edge now.

Zhuang Zhou patted Kun on the head, and said softly, "If there is such a day, and I can't suppress the evil spirit, you follow her and protect her well, protect her for me, okay?"

As if his last words before dying, Kun sobbed a few times with tears in his eyes.

"Don't be afraid, she won't stew you in soup, didn't she scare you like that before."

"You have to be as loyal to her as you are to me."

"Also, if...if I'm really mad, don't tell her about those things."

"Well, for everything, past and present, let her be so arrogant and domineering, and live a simple and happy life."

(End of this chapter)