Haitang quickly put the silver back into her hand.
"Auntie, we won't bother you any more. We still have some things waiting for us to do, so we'll leave first." Mr. Yun stood up, clasped his fists towards the old lady, and said politely.
"Hey, okay, you go and do your work." The old lady greeted them quickly.
After bidding farewell to the old lady, Hua Wei Luo and the others walked along the village path towards the official road.
Hua Weiluo held Zhishan's palm tightly with her white little hand. Thinking back to what the aunt said just now, she couldn't help but said with some melancholy: "I don't know what happened to Mr. Cheng later. Did he have any problems?"
I think of the scenes of living in this village, hey... Junior brother, why do you think Master Cheng suddenly left without saying goodbye??"
"..." Zhishan remained silent and didn't say anything. He left without saying goodbye that day just because he received a letter from the owner of the mountain villa at the time, saying that he had something important to discuss. Later, he went to Jianghu to work for that person. Naturally,
Never came back.
only……
He lowered his head slightly and looked at Hua Weiluo's bright little face. He couldn't help but feel a little melancholy in his heart. He was a demon and his appearance could remain unchanged for hundreds of years, but Luo'er was a human. In a few decades, she would also be the same.
She will grow old slowly. At that time, will she find that she is different from her?
Or, in a hundred years, she will die and can no longer be by his side...
Thinking of this, Zhishan's hand couldn't help but hold Hua's unfallen palm hard, so hard that his knuckles turned slightly white.
"It - it hurts, little junior brother, why are you squeezing me so hard??" Hua Weiluo had a sad face, turned to look at the dark and uncertain expression on Zhishan's face, and couldn't help but ask: "
What's wrong? You look very unhappy."
"It's nothing." Zhishan came to his senses, quickly let go of her hand, looked down, and asked softly: "I'm sorry, does it hurt?"
"Of course it hurts." Hua Weiluo pouted her rosy mouth, looked at him unhappily and said, "Are you hiding something from me?"
"I..." Zhishan's deep eyes looked at the flowers before they fell, and his thin lips opened, but still not a single word came out.
"Then, don't lie to me about anything, and don't hide anything from me." Hua Weiluo looked at him with a pair of big moist eyes and warned him very seriously.
"Luo'er, actually I..."
"Fei Ran." Mr. Yun suddenly called him and looked at him with a pair of clear eyes. This kind of thing is not suitable to be talked about in this place.
In fact, after listening to the old lady's statement just now, he basically knew that Mr. Cheng was probably his unrelated brother.
He knew that the Supreme Being was a demon.
But not everyone can accept this.
"Your Highness, we are late!!" A group of carriages were galloping towards them on the official road. The man at the head of the carriage jumped out of the carriage the moment he saw Mr. Yun, and ran up to him with ease all the way.
Kneel down on your knees and salute him.
"Yes." Young Master Yun responded softly, glancing at the person kneeling in front of him, "Get up."
