"It has no impact on you, but it has an impact on me and the people I like." Wen Yi looked at the long silver hair floating in the air, the flaxen robe, and the same color belt around the waist. There were blooming flowers under her feet. Withered Manzhushahua's rebirth, her eyes gradually glowed with happiness.
Nothing is more reassuring and heart-warming than sincere companionship, bottomless trust, and omnipresent protection.
If Minglou hadn't interrupted her confession, Wen Yi would have told Shen Yu her feelings for him.
Wen Yi likes to be frank and straightforward.
"Do you have someone you like?" Minglou couldn't hide his disappointment.
At this time, most of the spell of the Tongxin Curse had been drawn out, and a faint golden mark appeared on Shen Yu's palm.
"Yes, I have someone I like, and he likes me too, Shen Yu, I like you, very, very much, like your seriousness, like your pickiness, like your protection, like your silence, like your Sharp, I like your persistence, I like your paranoia... these are what I like, I like you, no matter what image you have in front of the world, you are perfect in my heart."
Listening to the girl's confession, the corners of Shen Yu's mouth raised a little bit. He took out the last mark of the Concentric Spell, and then put it between his eyebrows, "Wen Yi, I like you too."
The slender girl stood in the birch forest and looked up at the immortal king who looked like a god in the sky. Her beautiful face showed a bright smile, and her clear eyes shone like starlight, shining with the bright light of love.
Wen Yi's love is not a whim, but Shen Yu's companionship, their mutual presence, their tacit understanding, and their past that form the basis of that love.
The anger in the eyebrows of the cold and handsome Immortal Lord disappeared completely. His eyes could only see Wen Yi's figure, his ears could only hear Wen Yi's voice, and his nose could only smell Wen Yi's smell. His heart was cold and dusty for thousands of years, because It beats with warmth.
The moment the concentric spell sank into Shen Yu's spiritual body, a thin golden line stretched out from the ring finger of his left hand and the ring finger of Wen Yi's left hand, linking the two people together.
Shen Yu returned to Wen Yi instantly.
Minglou, who had no spiritual support around him, fell from a high altitude. Before he could recover from his shock, he fell heavily to the ground.
"Now it's time for the two of us." Shen Yu hugged Wen Yi with his long arms, "Don't be disturbed by him, okay?"
Wen Yi's eyebrows curved and she summoned the Ice and Thunder Fairy Sword, and the two of them rode the sword back to Mingyue City.
As soon as the two entered the city, they saw the lights and colorful decorations in the city. Wen Yi asked curiously: "Isn't there a curfew in Mingyue City?"
Most people in the world will impose a curfew at certain times to prevent other people from fleeing.
An old woman holding a rabbit lantern smiled and said: "Girl, you are a stranger. I'm afraid you don't know. These days are the festivals of our gods in Mingyue City. The festivals last for half a month. Within this half month, There is no curfew in Mingyue City, and everyone is celebrating."
Wen Yi's eyes lit up and she said with her spiritual consciousness: "Shen Yu, there is also a festival to worship the gods here."
She turned around and asked the old woman, "Which god is being worshiped on the Festival of Gods in Fengyue City?"
"The only one who can be called a god in this world is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of Surabaya who met his fate that year." The old lady handed Wen Yi a lantern, "Little girl, please bring a lantern with you. This lantern can be blessed by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince." "
Wen Yi was about to pay when he suddenly felt spiritual energy flowing around him, and then Shen Yu appeared next to him.
He possessed the little paper man and accompanied Wen Yi during the festival.
The cold and handsome male cultivator did not hide his appearance. He grabbed a piece of gold from the void and said, "We want all the lamps on your stall."
The old lady's lamps here are exquisite and beautiful, with many varieties. As long as Wen Yi likes them, Shen Yu will give them to the girl.
"Oh, I didn't expect the old lady to meet a god. Thank you, god. Thank you, god." Mortals worshiped the monk as a god. She held the heavy piece of gold and smiled happily.
"Just pick whatever you like." Shen Yu stretched out his hand to clasp Wen Yi's finger. The corners of his mouth curled up into a smile. Even his stern brows could not hide the joy in his heart.
"I like this kind of rabbit lantern." Wen Yi looked at the finely crafted dragon lantern, "Do you like this Shen Yu?"
Back when he was at the ruins of the God War, Wen Yi once entered Shen Yu's fantasy world and saw Shen Yu when he was a boy.
In that dilapidated cold palace stood a lantern with a dragon image on it.
The lantern was well preserved, and the owner must have loved it so much that he did not dare to damage it.
Shen Yu took a deep look at the dragon lantern and forced himself to look away, "I don't like these gadgets."
"If you don't like it, just hold it for me." Wen Yi could tell that he was duplicity, so she took a dragon lantern and stuffed it into Shen Yu's hand. She looked at the busy street with crooked eyebrows, feeling relaxed and happy, "Shen Yu There are still many good people in this world who remember you, Qingzhou, and there are many people here who remember you and worship you like a god."
"You must have done something extraordinary in the Longyan Desert to make these people remember you for generations to come." Wen Yi tilted her head and asked her sweetheart, "Do you still remember this matter?"
Although Shen Yu felt very comfortable coming to Longyan Desert, he also clearly felt that there was a pair of eyes staring at Wen Yi from behind.
"No." Tonight was a good day for the two of them to talk to each other, and Shen Yu didn't want Wen Yi to be upset by it.
"It doesn't matter if you don't remember. The memory will recover slowly. The top priority is to let you recover your physical body first." Wen Yi is a person who likes to be lively. She pulled Shen Yu to walk around among the bustling crowd and ate for a while. When I see delicious food, I also want to buy some beautiful and special gadgets. Of course, Shen Yu pays for the whole process.
"Shen Yu, try this piece of barbecue. It's delicious." Wen Yi stuffed the barbecue into Shen Yu's mouth, "Can you taste it?"
Shen Yu's taste was light, and he couldn't help but frown when he ate such spicy food for the first time, but seeing Wen Yi's bright smile, he swallowed it with great difficulty.
The two of them were walking when suddenly a group of Mingyue Tower disciples dressed in black appeared in front of them.
Shen Yu and Wen Yi's looks were extremely eye-catching. They stood out among the crowd and were so dazzling that no one could ignore them.
"What do you want to do?" Wen Yi said as if facing a formidable enemy.
Minglou's figure suddenly appeared next to Wen Yi. His eyes were fixed on Shen Yu, and he felt as if he had seen such a powerful person before.
Shen Yu gave Minglou an extremely powerful sense of oppression, as if he were facing an abyss or walking on thin ice, and his heart suddenly tightened.
"Seventh Elder, you should have told me before you came to Mingyue City. We are so familiar with each other, how could I bear to let you sleep outside in the open air." Minglou looked at Shen Yu warily, intuitively telling him that Shen Yu was the one who almost killed him in the birch forest. The one who is powerful.
Wen Yi said: "If you kneel down and beg me to enter your Mingyue Tower, then I will give you this face."
This man is so ignorant. Even though he has made his words very clear, Minglou deliberately exposes his identity to the monks in Mingyue City.