Originally, the easing atmosphere of Xixin became heavier again, but unlike the last time, this time there was no tit-for-tat confrontation, and there was a desolate silence.

There is no dialogue or communication, and the whole environment is immersed in a kind of depression.

Xian Qing was so calm that he withdrew his gaze without any turmoil. He did not dig deeper, maybe because he was not talented enough, or because he didn't want to.

"You treat me as light..." He pursed his lips, lowered his eyes slightly, and said softly, his voice very softly. "You treat me as light. It's so stupid." The last sentence was very light, and only he could hear it.

Yes! How stupid!

An abandoned baby was abandoned by the world and was in a dark childhood. I happened to meet someone and remembered nothing but just because I remembered that sentence. It was such a coincidence! There was hope in the dark world, and I tried hard to practice and wanted to go to the so-called heaven-the immortal world.

After arriving at the fairy world, I met him and thought I had grabbed the light, but I didn't know that the encounter was a careful calculation. Every word, every minute and every second, was calculated through countless mechanisms.

What stupid. What is she expecting?

Did she know that she had exhausted her life's courage and used her blood to capture the only light she could see, which was just a darkness in another sense?

She might not have it at first, but later she knew it was better than anyone else, but she knew it was the bottomless abyss, but she chose to pretend not to know and jumped down without hesitation.

It's so stupid. He's in darkness. He has long given up on light. What kind of light can he give to others? Irony.

He suddenly didn't know what attitude to face this little guy from a thousand years later.

The outline of the side face of Yingmeng is covered with a layer of shadow, making it impossible to see the emotions clearly.

What can she say? Is she qualified to say?

If it was the string green thousands of years later, this problem would not exist.

Because the two have already agreed that they will eventually become enemies, the topic will not begin at all.

If it starts, he will also give himself a step, a step that both of them will default, so that everything can be returned to its original position.

But what about now? Thousands of years ago? Everything, at least between the two, never began.

She is not qualified to take action, is not qualified to hate, is not qualified to blame, because nothing has ever happened.

She just fell in love

I was overly excited and affected everything that happened a thousand years later, and I didn't know anything, did nothing, and didn't know anything. This behavior was really funny. But my attitude towards this person was not funny that time.

Because it's too complicated, there are too many things.

When dealing with anyone else, she would not force the things from a thousand years ago to him. Even if there were at the beginning, she would adjust quickly.

After all, she is a copy of the person in front of her. At least in this regard, she is also doing things according to her own principles and has her own laws on how to deal with people and things.

The rough difference is that her childhood experiences have caused her to be influenced by secular rules. Whether she admits it or not, her laws have a certain degree of concern to others.

So she would think that she would not know what to impose future things on, and it was completely different, and she could even be considered an incorrect existence in a stranger.

But sometimes people, even if they know they are wrong, they will do this, not because they want to do this, but because they can't control it at all. In this world, there is another thing called emotion.

She usually chooses the former, but when facing this person, she always chooses the latter inexplicably.

She didn't know, nor did she want to know. She suddenly didn't want to care anymore, wanted to go with the flow, and stopped worrying about it, and walked with her heart, but she didn't dare.

It may be a moral condemnation, a lack of responsibility, that is, there are too many worries when facing this person.

She no longer knows what attitude to face Xian Qing.

The two of them were in some way, probably different, but the aura they emitted was the same, lonely and lonely.

It is a pathological thing to have a bond between two people. Most of them will take that step. After all, they are all the same type of people, and they will instinctively calculate gains and losses when doing anything. There are too many things between them, and the mountains and rivers fall off and all kinds of thorns. None of them is willing to cross because they are not worth it.

It's ridiculous that both of them can do extremely crazy actions for their unrealistic obsessions, but they can never do anything to each other. Because they have never started or been trapped in, they cut it off the moment they discover it.

Three volumes of the Book of Heaven: Ignoring, denying, and to put it bluntly, it is to escape. After all, it is because of the lack of courage to start and unwilling to believe in feelings. Interestingly, when I saw this page, the two of them had the same evaluation - absurdity! But these are all later stories.

The atmosphere in the room became more and more depressing and heavier.

Yingmeng tapped on the table twice, put on the "mask" again, and the evil curve of the corner of her mouth half curled up again. "I said, what qualifications do you have to teach me? I'm doing it to myself, don't you? Everyone is the same in their bones, right? They are worldly disgusted and decadent, but no one knows it. It's quite ironic. They are all people who don't like disputes and want to stay away from the world and are depressed. But they must participate in the struggle for power, show confidence and fearlessness, and change the means of ruthlessness. The words written by fate are really elegant and cruel!"

Hearing this, Xian Qing covered her face with one hand, silent for a moment, and smiled.

He knew Yingmeng was deliberately avoiding the topic. He knew Yingmeng broke this depression. What a stiff and far-fetched way. Fortunately, he was willing to do it. After all, he didn't like this atmosphere.

"It's because of the same thing that we are qualified to evaluate." Xian Qing said and moved forward.

Yingmeng raised her delicate chin as beautiful as jade and went back hard. She was not alert to Xian Qing approaching casually. It was obvious that she did not realize her disadvantages after she narrowed down. Before she could react, she was picked up by a fair jade hand.

“…Be careful of the wound, be careful of the wound.”

"Does it hurt?"

"pain."

"Am I worthy to teach you?"

"match."

"Will you make it again?"

"meeting!"

Xian Qing pulled down her thin lips and yelled.

Under Xian Qing's sharp eyes, Ying Meng chose to maintain her aura this time. "I'm happy."

A very slouching sentence, especially the arrogant and bright smile on her face, was really annoying.

Then……

Xian Qing, who turned on the new mode of getting along, threw it away casually.

"Bang!" Ying Meng's waist muscles were reduced due to the deep wound, and she did not turn over in time. Finally, she landed on the ground with an extremely elegant face-to-ground posture.

"Sorry, my hand slipped." Xian Qing apologized for his "missile move".

"Ha." Yingmeng practiced self-pity, and later resurrected with full blood and accepted a new mode of getting along.
Chapter completed!