It was just like the surprise and excitement that filled my heart when I saw her for the first time.
The difference is, she didn't cry when we first met.
And now, she is crying.
Tears burst out of my eyes and rolled down uncontrollably.
Looking into each other's eyes, he saw the six thousand years of suffering in her eyes.
After shedding a few tears, she turned her head away angrily and stopped looking at him.
Jiang Linan was panicked, with thousands of words stuck in his heart, and he didn't know how to speak.
"Give me a hug, apologize, and say something nice."
In the grass below, Suning, who was staring intently in mid-air, helped make suggestions: "Women, sugar-coated bullets are the most effective."
Jiang Linan said irritably: "Do I need your teaching?"
Suning sat cross-legged, adjusted her breath, swallowed the healing elixir, and replied by the way: "You are better than me in terms of cultivation talent, I admit it."
"But you are definitely not as good as me when it comes to making my wife happy."
"Hey, don't argue with me. I am a well-known strict wife in Kunlun. I kneel on the washboard every day."
The man from the Jiang family, who single-handedly shocked the crowd, frowned and said, "Go ahead."
Suning kept silent and focused on healing.
Jiang Linan rubbed his hands nervously. After holding it in for a long time, he mustered up the courage to say to Qiao Wantang, "Are you tired? Why don't you sit down and talk?"
"puff."
Suning, who was refining the medicine, couldn't hold it back anymore. He laughed so hard that it hurt his sternum, and he grimaced in pain.
Damn, you are a mighty semi-saint, but you are an emotional idiot.
"Shut up."
Jiang Linan became angry and said: "Believe it or not, I will throw you into the Demon Burial Mountain Range and let you go back to the road of hell again?"
Suning looked at his nose and his heart, and his honest duty was completely messed up.
Jiang Linan walked forward step by step until he stood silently in front of Qiao Wantang.
The beautiful pear blossoms are raining, but her appearance is still stunning.
He reached out and grasped her pair of catkins, pulled her into his arms, hugged her tightly and said, "I'm sorry, Lin'an broke his promise."
"No matter how difficult it is to be by your side in this life, no matter how difficult it is to be with you forever."
"It's my fault for breaking my promise and going back on my promise."
"I am a sinner and I don't ask for your forgiveness."
"I just ask you to live well and live for yourself."
He pressed against her earlobe, feeling her trembling body.
She sobbed softly, heartbroken.
"Lin'an..."
She whispered softly and whispered softly.
It was like she was having a dream, a dream that Qiao Wantang didn't want to wake up from.
"I'm here, Lin'an is here."
He hugged her and looked into the distance.
There, a fine black brush rose out of thin air.
Twenty centimeters long, it is visible to the naked eye.
One meter, three meters, five meters.
After it rose to tens of meters, an old man in a white robe stepped on the body of the pen and flew through the air.
He flies very slowly, as slowly as a snail.
Jiang Linan saw it, and naturally all parties in the immortal world also saw it.
Suddenly, the originally silent situation turned into a commotion.
Everyone was overjoyed and secretly excited.
Because everyone knew who the visitor was. The old man was one of the only two semi-saints in the immortal world. Duan Ziqian, whom Wen Dian respected as the Patriarch holding the pen.
"How is it? Did you guess everything correctly?"
Emperor Yunjue smiled knowingly and sipped tea leisurely: "No matter how strong Jiang Linan is, he is just a divine soul after all."
"He can easily crush us because of the power of laws that are superior to the way of heaven."
"What should I say if I meet Duan Ziqian, who is also a semi-saint?"
"Well, just drink tea, sit down and watch a show together."
