"What is there in the hands of this king?" Ximen Jingxuan didn't understand for a while.
"You bring things on your body." Lin Xin'er said tightly.
"Are you talking about this?" Ximen Jingxuan stunned, pulled out a cloth shirt from his arms.
It was the blood book written by fingertips in the cave in Qixing Mountain Skeleton that day.
"Yes, that belongs to you and my memory, you don't need to be remembered by Wang Ye." Lin Xiner said.
Without any emotional sound, it is like Ximen Jingxuan no longer remembers this love.
"Don't you want this king to remember it?" Ximen Jingxuan held the cloth shirt. If it was not cherished enough, it would be a stained broken shirt.
"I need to let the enemy's son remember this love? You forget it now, just right." Lin Xin'er's lips slightly hooked, it was a sarcasm that was deliberately concerned about Ximen Jingxuan.
Now, she is to be a ruthless person, forcing Ximen Jingxuan to let go of this relationship, leaving only one idea in his mind, even if she does not want to hear it, for him ...
… For Ximen Jingxuan ... I don't want him to always embarrass himself, to cause confusion, and to the point of madness.
Before she had no infatuated antidote, she would let Ximen Jingxuan completely give up her.
"Yes, this king is your enemy, whether it is your life, or the background of Shuiyue Palace, the king and you should be powerless." Ximen Jingxuan held the hand of the cloth shirt secretly.
He has been secretly emphasizing what he wants to remember, and it is worthless in front of the previous generation's grievances.
but--
He really did not expect that Lin Xin'er would be so decisive to retrieve this blood book. Without the reminder of this blood book, he would go away quickly with her. Is this really what Lin Xiner wants?
Just when Ximen Jingxuan was thinking, Lin Xin'er's hand had already moved forward.
Ximen Jingxuan flickered away, Lin Xin'er just passed the corner of the cloth shirt.
Looking back, Lin Xin'er touched the candlestick on the table. He was fierce. When he shot, the candle had been pulled out of the candlestick.
Regardless of the burning of wax oil, Lin Xin'er threw the candle in the palm of the palm to the shirt in Ximen Jingxuan's hand.
Ximen Jingxuan hid again, and did not want Lin Xin'er to do a fake action. When he flashed, the candle really flew over with his figure.
Ximen Jingxuan waved his palm to the candle.
Candle extinguish.
The house is dark.
At the moment when the candle was extinguished, Lin Xin'er quickly walked to Ximen Jingxuan.
Ximen Jingxuan's palm was not recovered. Lin Xin'er leaned over by him, offset it with one hand, and accurately grabbed the cloth shirt with one hand.
A stabbing sound, the cloth shirt is divided into two in the dark.
Lin Xin'er did not expect to burn the cloth shirt with a candle. She only needed to borrow a candle to disperse a little attention from Ximen Jingxuan. She could only disperse a little.
The half of the cloth shirt in his hand was rubbed into a dander in an instant by Lin Xin'er according to the internal force.
In the dark, the atmosphere in the room is suffocating.
I felt that Lin Xin'er had no intention of making any more shots. Ximen Jingxuan was familiar with himself and took a new candle from the desk drawer to light it.
When he saw the cloth shirt debris on the ground, he secretly stunned.
Lin Xin'er ruined the half blood book so thoroughly, and it was unexpected.
To be honest, when Lin Xin'er asked him to ask for this thing, he still thought that Lin Xin'er was pretending to be pretending.
He is a very careful judgment whether he is Umei or Lin Xin'er, and he dares not to believe anyone.
咝 咝
Ximen Jingxuan obviously didn't say anything, but when he saw his expression, Lin Xin'er seemed to hear his painful sound.
Ximen Jingxuan's brows were slightly wrinkled.
Lin Xin'er thinks he is uncomfortable.
He is not a person who can easily show it, but as long as he shows it, he can't help it.
Lin Xin'er wanted to come forward to care, but he gritted his teeth and did not move.
Ximen Jingxuan Shu opened his brows and looked at Lin Xin'er.
He has discomfort to be perceived by Lin Xin'er, and the subtle changes on Lin Xin'er's face can also fall into the eyes of Ximen Jingxuan.
The two were silent for a while, and across a desk, looking silently.
"Do you still want this cloth?" Ximen Jingxuan trembled the half -shirt in his hand, taking the lead in breaking the silence.
In his eyes, the blood book became a broken cloth.
"Want." Lin Xin'er said decisively and firmly.
Even if her heart followed the debris on the ground quietly, she burst into tears.
Lin Xin'er watched Ximen Jingxuan, watched the half -sliced shirt in his hand, floating above the candlelight, touched the flame in the corner of the clothes, ignited, and burned all the way until he was close to his hand.
In the end, I saw Ximen Jingxuan throwing the remaining residual shirts on the ground. In a blink of an eye, a red light was gone.
No, the last nostalgia is gone.
Lin Xin'er watched Ximen Jingxuan and evoked a smile, and the smile was so hearty.
He does not need to remember this content anymore, no need to be reminded at all times, he can leave only one of his thoughts. This is the cause of strange disease that Liu Fusheng said. She was solved by her.
Lin Xin'er's performance made Ximen Jingxuan more difficult to judge, and it was more contradictory, which made him even more headache.
咝 咝
Lin Xin'er seemed to hear the painful sound of Ximen Jingxuan again.
If there is no ashes on the bounce, Ximen Jingxuan sat on the chair, raised his forehead, his elbow was supported on the desk, avoiding Lin Xin'er's sight, and secretly regulating the interest.
"Are you okay?" Lin Xin'er wanted to ask closely, but after all, she didn't say it.
"I got things, here is here, and I will rely on the will of God in the future." When I went to her mouth, Lin Xin'er changed to a cold tone.
"Okay, each with the will of heaven." Ximen Jingxuan repeatedly said.
Holding his head down, Lin Xin'er did not see his sweaty stains, nor did he see the hand that kept his hand hidden in his sleeves.
When Lin Xin'er lowered his head while Ximen Jingxuan lowered his head, he glanced deeply, turned around, and left quickly.
Hurrying her footsteps showed how decisive she was, but her hurried footsteps can also indicate how much she wants to escape quickly.
She thought, she stayed more for a moment, and Ximen Jingxuan would be in contradiction because of his continuous contradictions. She left. When he after this night, when he woke up, there was no thing to remind him, and he gradually forgot to the blood book on the blood book.
The content is.
Jing Xuan, I won't make you embarrassing, and I won't let you make yourself a demon.
Love, not only get, but also pay, you are for me, I am also for you.
Lin Xin'er, who left Xuanwangfu, took the cold wind and took a deep breath.
After Lin Xin'er's departure, Ximen Jingxuan raised his head and looked at the door deeply, pursuing Lin Xin'er's shadow.
Can Lin Xiner really forget that he wants to destroy it?
What should I do, how to judge himself, no one can control his mind, even if Liu Fusheng may appear, he must pursue the truth.