Chief Adorable Immortal: Lord Xianjun's little monster

Chapter 128 Another Qin Ling in Your Heart

Meng Chuzheng left, and he took away the peach blossom that never faded.Maybe like Jia Wanning said, no one knows what the next life will be like.So he took away this peach blossom that will always accompany him.

Da Da sighed and said in a low voice: "She's gone." Meng Chuzheng couldn't see it, but she saw it, Jia Wanning disappeared, her primordial spirit was already swallowed by the Yin soldiers, it was just the last ray of ghost.The petal of the flower that will never wither is the one that Qin Ling cast a spell on.

Qin Ling stroked her long hair comfortingly, and asked, "Da Da, did we... also fall in love before?"

Da Da looked up into his eyes: "Why do you ask such a question?"

"Immortal Dongli loves Little Tail very much, so he asked Little Tail to sleep with him for a thousand years. If I love you, but forget you... Maybe I will be afraid of remembering you one day."

Qin Ling didn't like to say such weak words, he was the proud Immortal Qin Ling, but he felt that the slight soreness in his heart was more painful than being stabbed with a knife.Maybe, he hasn't remembered it yet, but he already feels distressed. Is this the memory of his body, or the remnant of his thoughts?
"I didn't love you before, and you didn't love me either." Da Da answered him, the pear dimple on the right was shallow, a little immature and cute.She seems to never grow up. Flowers are fragile, even if the flower grows a fairy.

A long time ago, Qin Ling asked her, "Da Da, would you like to be with me forever?"

She answered very simply: "I do."

Qin Ling asked her again: "Then do you love me?"

She scratched her hair, a little frustrated.She doesn't want to lie, there are two people in her heart, one is Yuan Xing who held the umbrella for her in the previous life, and the other is the mantra that she can't understand until she dies.Maybe she doesn't love these two people anymore, but she misses them in her heart. Hatred and guilt are equally tormenting things.

At that time, Qin Ling was also very disappointed, he was so fragile, hugged Da Da and kissed her forehead affectionately, and said in a low voice, "It doesn't matter if you don't love me, as long as you're here, Jiu Chongtian... Jiu Chong God..." He didn't finish speaking, and all the melancholy in his heart turned into a sigh.

Later, she practiced with him in the world, from the warmth of spring to the snow, from the end of the sky to the corner of the sea.When she was tired, they built a house in the place they liked. There must be a large grassland in front of the house, and there will be a tall and straight green phoenix tree.

Qin Ling said: "I found you under the sycamore tree. Wherever our home will be from now on, I will plant a sycamore tree there. The fallen leaves return to their roots. No matter how far they go, they will always come back to me." She Suddenly, I felt a throbbing in my heart, as if the spring breeze had finally blown away the heavy snow. Her voice was very small, but she repeated it many times. She asked: "Xianjun, will we really be together forever? I am very happy." I'm afraid, I'm afraid you're gone, I'm the only one, is this love?" Qin Ling didn't need to answer anymore, he thought, he had already got the answer he wanted, if this isn't love, then what is it? Has it become this fear of gain and loss?
When she fell in love with Sanskrit, it was very simple, the feeling came directly and fiercely, swallowing her instantly like a wild beast.When she met Qin Ling, she realized that love can flow like this.

"Da Da, you are lying." Qin Ling sighed, and suddenly embraced her in his arms. His deep voice was a little hoarse, and it sounded in Da Da's ear: "You are lying, if we never fell in love, why did you will cry..."

When the layer of veil in the heart is lifted, everything will become clear.

"Then... does Xianjun really love me? Or is it because of curiosity and pity?" Answering the question asked her the question she had always wanted to ask.

"I don't know." Qin Ling answered honestly. He doesn't like to lie, so he never allowed him to lie: "But I feel jealous. The Qin Ling in your memory is like another person. He is not me, and I am not. That memory, so I mean nothing to you, right?" Qin Ling's eyes were still sharp, and he could see clearly.

　Finish today, continue tomorrow.Answer here, the book may be on the shelves before the end, and it will be this month for the time being.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)