Qing Ge sat quietly, holding the hand holding the Great Spirit Master's book, and couldn't help but squeeze it slightly tighter.
Qingge bit her lower lip, her face twitched a few times, she lowered her eyes and said nothing.
After a moment, Qingge closed the Great Spirit Master's book and put it into the space bag.
She stood up, ignored the old man behind her, and walked straight into the house.
Qingge suddenly thought of a sentence, if life is just like the first time we met.
When we first met, An Suyou was just an old naughty boy.
Mentioning the past, those buried secrets, Qing Ge felt no ripples in her heart.
Just treat it as non-existent air.
"Little girl, are you still complaining about being a teacher?" Under the tree, An Suyou looked at Qingge's back with complicated eyes and said.
Qing Ge stopped in his tracks, turned his back to An Suyou, and without looking back, raised the corners of his lips and said, "Master? I haven't seen you for many days. Dean An has become more and more shameless."
An Suyou was stunned.
Qing Ge turned around, looked back at An Suyou, and said, "Dean An, my master is Master Jin Chan of the Weapon Refining Guild. It seems that Dean An has admitted the wrong person."
"What can you do to forgive me?" When Qingge mentioned Jin Chanzi, Dean An's eyes became colder. After a moment, he asked.
An Suyou always believed that he was right. Everything he did was for Ye Qingge's good. He thought that given time, Ye Qingge would be grateful after a long time.
Qingge frowned and half-squinted her eyes.
Seeing An Suyou, she would be reminded of the despair she experienced in the Far North. She was crawling like a dog, struggling and collapsing in the quagmire, while her so-called master was so aloof and watching with cold eyes. He could save her as long as he stretched out his hand.
she.
Qing Ge closed her eyes, opened her red lips slightly, and let out a breath.
Time cannot bury the past.
She didn't blame An Suyou, she just felt cold at that moment.
All her expectations and fire of hope were extinguished by cold water in an instant.
When Qing Ge opened her eyes again, she was cold-blooded and looked at An Suyou indifferently.
The last time we met was when Jialan was destroyed.
At that time, An Suyou was like a bystander. His attitude even gave Qingge the illusion that he had set up a game to let Ye Qingge destroy Jialan.
He cooperated with Ming Qianjue, seeking the skin of a tiger, making her experience despair again and again, and then climbed out of the eighteenth level of hell, reborn as a phoenix and reborn from the ashes!
Suddenly, Qingge's eyes shone with a cold light.
Suddenly, a flash of lightning flashed in her mind, as if something was about to come out.
The three-sword spiritual master's state of mind is like a thin piece of paper that she can pierce with a light poke.
Qinggexu narrowed his eyes.
A gust of wind blew, blowing my hair like snow.
Her white hair is messy and her eyes are charming.
Qingge discovered that An Suyou had aged much, his hair had become whiter, and his face had many wrinkles. Time had never been merciful to him.
Qingge felt relieved.
She smiled softly and said: "Dean An, I have never blamed you, so how can I forgive you? Dean An's words are really flattering to me. It's getting late, Dean An, please go back early.
Otherwise, Mr. Ming will not be able to find Dean An, and he will get a misunderstanding."
Nowadays, she has a knife in her smile and a needle in her cotton. Although her tone of voice is relaxed, every sentence is like a gun and a stick, full of gunpowder.
"In the future, you will know the good intentions of being a teacher."
An Suyou took a few steps forward and got closer to Qing Ge. He looked at the exquisite and beautiful face in front of him, as if he was in another world.
Time will really change a person.
Now she is no longer frivolous and arrogant, she is calm and calm, like a king, which is convincing.
"That's all." An Suyou shook his head and said, "Girl, don't worry, as long as my master is still alive, no one will dare to take your life, not even Ming Qianjue."
After An Su finished speaking, he looked at Qing Ge meaningfully.
He seemed to want to say something else.
It's like a lump in the throat, and thousands of words can be said, but not a single word can come out.
Qingge was stunned, looking at An Suyou, blinking, as if he was at a loss. For a moment, Qingge burst into laughter, and seemed to burst into tears.
"Dean An, are you worthy of saying this? I'm lucky that I didn't die in your hands." Qingge's eyebrows were sharp and her words were sharp, "Don't use hypocrisy as morality. There's no need to say hypocritical words, An.
Dean, take your leave and see you later!"
He arched his hands while singing softly, and the sound of fists and palms touching each other resounded loudly.
After that, Qingge turned around and left without any hesitation. In a few moments, she disappeared from An Suyou's eyes.
An Suyou stood there, wearing a gray robe and looking rather bleak.
"You can't go wrong as a teacher. You are still young and don't understand anything." An Suyou murmured to himself.
Since Jialan was destroyed, Ming Qianjue used various methods to keep him in the mercenary association.
An Suyou knew that Ming Qianjue wanted to put him under house arrest.
In this way, Ming Qianjue would feel at ease with him.
He was in the mercenary association and didn't know what he believed in until he told a few young mercenaries that he envied Ye Qingge's life and that she had such a good master.
The man named Jin Chanzi is willing to risk everything for his disciple.
An Suyou admitted that he was jealous.
His eyes were red, and despite Yu Ji's dissuasion, he came all the way to the Mercenary Association.
He even didn't know why.
It's just human nature.
Perhaps, as people get older, they become more like children.
With a bang——
Qingge walked into the house and closed the door.
She stood in front of the window, looking at the courtyard through the gap.
An Suyou was still standing there, with dull eyes, vicissitudes of life, and an old look.
He didn't know what he was thinking, he was a little confused and a little angry.
"Old man...who are you?" Suddenly, a voice caught An Suyou's attention.
An Suyou looked back and saw Bai Mei'er looking at him doubtfully.
An Suyou frowned and remained serious.
An Suyou ignored Bai Mei'er and left quickly. He came and went like the wind and disappeared in an instant.
Bai Meier was stunned for a moment, curled her lips, and walked into the Qingge house.
Seeing Qingge standing in front of the window playing with the potted plants, Bai Meier said with a suspicious look on her face: "Your Majesty, I just saw a very strange old man outside."
"How strange is it?" Qingge asked.
"Like a ghost, it scared me." Bai Meier said.
Bai Meier glanced at the flower pot on the window sill and said in surprise: "Ah, why is this soil black? It's so rare."
Qingge raised her eyebrows, glanced at the black soil in the flower pot, and then said: "Perhaps, I am haunted by some monster."
Bai Meier's eyes flickered and she was in a trance.
"Mei'er." She sang softly.
"Huh? Your Majesty, what's wrong?"
"Go tell Qingsha that I will go to Luohua City in three days at most. You must also pack your bags."
"So fast?" Bai Meier was extremely surprised.
Qingge nodded.
"I know, I'm going to find Miss Qingsha right now." Bai Meier trotted out.