Xingchen was still under the pine tree, but this time he fell under the tree, and there were several wine bottles rolling at his feet.

Wange looked at the bottles, was silent for a while, and went over to help him up: "Brother, why are you so drunk? How much did you drink?"

Xingchen pressed his whole body on her, and seemed to open his eyes dazedly after hearing her words: "Wange...you are here...why did you come now? It should have been our wedding."

"I'm sorry, brother, can we cancel our wedding for the time being?" Wange asked tentatively.

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt wet on her shoulder. Wange stopped and wiped the other's tears: "Brother, don't cry. I just...just..."

"Wange...are you in love with him? You don't like me anymore?" Xingchen asked softly.

"No, I didn't...I just treat him as a child, not what you think." Wange explained subconsciously.

"But he's grown up now... The way he looks at you is not like a child's." Xing Chen's eyes became more and more clear, and he didn't know if the drunkenness had subsided.

"Wan Ge!" Xing Chen saw that she was silent again, and hugged her in his arms.

Wan Ge spoke after a while: "Okay, I will send him to other gods."

Xing Chen kissed her on the forehead, and then said: "Wan Ge, I don't want to force you, I'm just jealous... I don't want you to have other men around you."

"I understand." With his villain's temperament, he can even be jealous of his own son, let alone a disciple who has no blood relationship.

"It's good that you understand." Xing Chen touched the hair of the person in his arms, and said again: "Our wedding can be postponed, I don't want to force you."

"Thank you, senior brother." Wan Ge looked up at him again, and looked at him deeply.

...

When Wan Ge returned to the temple where she lived, Sang Yan had already gotten up, and as always, he was waiting for her to come back.

"Master." Sang Yan smiled when he saw her.

But he was still injured and his face was still not very good.

Wan Ge came to him and looked at Sang Yan in front of him. After a while, he said: "A Yan, I have decided to send you to Lord Ying Jue."

"Master...what did you say?" Sang Yan took a step back, and her eyes, which were originally smiling, dimmed instantly.

"I'm sorry, in fact, I know very well that I haven't done my duty as a master in these years. I am ashamed of you." Because of the little villain in her heart, she was not dedicated to the male protagonist and was not a good master.

Sang Yan hurriedly shook her head: "No, Master is very good to me, I like Master very much. Master! Did I do something wrong to make you unhappy? I can change it! Please don't send me away, okay?"

The tears in Sang Yan's eyes fell one by one. In Wan Ge's impression, Sang Yan was a person who never cried. He was very strong and brave, and always showed a soft smile when he was with himself.

"It's not your fault, it's my problem. A'yan, Lord Yingjue is a very good master. Believe me, he will help you to reach a higher level." If the original owner had not chosen Sang Yan at first sight, perhaps Ying Jue would have chosen him.

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