After finishing her words, Ling Xuewei saw the face of the person above her change slightly, her eyes were shocked, "You..."
At this time, there was a knock on the door, "Palace Master, what happened?"
Di Qianjue still stared at her motionless, shock, disbelief, and then ecstasy flashed across his face.
The strength on the neck loosened.
"It's okay, please step back."
Di Qian absolutely gave instructions outside.
"yes."
Soon the people outside retreated.
Ling Xuewei hurriedly sat up and straightened her clothes, "How could you..."
Before she finished speaking, Ling Xuewei was pulled into a hot embrace.
Di Qianjue's low-pitched voice came to his ears, "Finally... finally let me find you, Xue'er."
This voice of Xue'er is lingering and pathos, as if she wants to pour out all her thoughts.
The arms holding her tightened tighter and tighter, as if they were about to embed her into his body.
She felt pain.
"Let me go first... let go..."
"I won't let go."
Di Qianjue's voice was stubborn, "It's so easy for me to find you. I will never let you go this time."
"But... you strangled me very painfully."
Di Qianjue paused and finally let her go.
Ling Xuewei hurriedly took a step back, distanced herself from him, and rubbed her aching arm.
In front of him, Di Qianjue's gaze followed him like a shadow.
Suddenly Di Qianjue waved his hand, and a faint halo enveloped Ling Xuewei, and then her disguise faded away, revealing her original appearance.
It was the face that he longed for day and night.
The eyebrows and eyes are still the same, as calm as autumn scissors, but a little bit different.
This face appeared in his dreams many times.
In two hundred days and nights, I woke up many times, only to realize that it was just a dream in the end.
Now, Ling Xuewei appeared in front of her.
It's the real her, not a dream, let alone an illusion.
It’s the real her!
Di Qianjue's eyes were so intense that Ling Xuewei's scalp went numb. She coughed and changed the subject to avoid the embarrassment in front of her, "Why did you come to the God Realm?"
"Coming to find you."
Ling Xuewei was surprised, "What?"
Di Qianjue said again, "I said, I will come to you."
"Di Qianjue, are you kidding?"
"I never joke."
Di Qianjue's expression was serious, and he really couldn't tell that he was joking.
Ling Xuewei looked away, "You are the Holy Lord Buddha. If you leave, what will happen to the Buddha? What will happen to your people?"
"What about you?" Di Qianjue's silver eyes deepened, "You left, where is the Independent State? Where is Fanxu? Where is your... child?"
And, what about me?
Have you ever thought about how I feel?
"I have a reason to come, but what about you? You are the Buddha and the Holy King. You can be at ease in China, so why do you come here?"
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei met Di Qianjue's deep eyes.
There was a flickering light inside, almost swallowing her up.
As if to say, for...
Ling Xuewei's heart skipped a beat and she looked away almost in embarrassment.
Because she didn't dare to delve into the emotions buried deep in those eyes.
Di Qianjue suddenly smiled and shrugged lazily, "Just think that I'm bored and want to find something interesting."
"so……"
Ling Xuewei looked embarrassed.
For a while, the atmosphere was a little awkward.
No one spoke again.
There is a sense of tranquility in the air.
"Well...I'll leave first, it's too late..."
"etc."
Di Qianjue suddenly stopped Ling Xuewei, "Are you at Yunyinmen?"
"How could you..."
Suddenly, Ling Xuewei saw a small wooden plaque in Di Qianjue's palm, which was her identity as a Yunyin Sect disciple.
Ling Xuewei was upset because she was so flustered that she didn't even notice that she had dropped something!
Ling Xuewei hurriedly stepped forward to get it, but Di Qianjue dodged it.
"What are you doing?"
"If you want to take it back, just exchange it for something else."
"What?"
Di Qianjue suddenly stretched out his hand and pulled out the wooden hairpin that bound her hair. In an instant, three thousand black hair fell down, making her face even fairer and petite.
black and white.
Astonishingly beautiful.
His eyes flickered and his lips curled up, "This."
"No! Give it back to me!"
The wooden hairpin is a personal belonging, how can it be given to other men at will?
What's more, it has ulterior motives... Ling Xuewei pursed her lips and snatched the wooden sign from Di Qianjue's hand, "It's just a hairpin made of wood. If you want it, I'll give it to you. Anyway, I have plenty!"
"Oh."
Di Qianjue chuckled, looking at Ling Xuewei's angry face, he was unexpectedly in a very good mood.
Ling Xuewei suddenly realized that she had talked too much, so she tied up her hair, ignored him and turned around to leave.
But before Ling Xuewei could take a step forward, she was grabbed by Di Qianjue again.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Are you planning to go out like this?" Di Qianjue smiled.
Ling Xuewei paused and suddenly remembered that her disguise was gone!
Ling Xuewei hurriedly took out another disguise pill and took it. In the blink of an eye, she turned back into a teenager again.
Di Qianjue suddenly stretched out his hand, and under Ling Xuewei's surprised gaze, brushed a strand of hair from her temples behind her ear, and his warm fingertips touched her cheek intentionally or unintentionally.
Her warm lips curved into a charming arc, "I'm really happy to see you again, Xue'er."
As he spoke, he suddenly leaned over and pressed a kiss on her temple.
"you!!"
Ling Xuewei was so shocked that she backed away repeatedly, as if she was frightened, and her eyes were as big as bells.
"We will meet again."
“What a beautiful thought!!”
After saying this harshly, Ling Xuewei turned around and ran away.
It's just that the back figure looks a little embarrassed for no reason.
"Ha ha……"
Di Qian looked at Ling Xuewei's hastily escaping figure in despair, but felt inexplicably happy.
At this time, the person guarding outside came in, "Palace Master, he is..."
"Don't ask if it's not your place. Do you know what to say when you go back?"
After being lightly swept by Di Qianjue, the visitor hurriedly lowered his head and said, "I understand, I understand."
"Go down."
The visitor must leave immediately.
Di Qian despaired at the warm wooden hairpin in his hand, and slightly raised the corner of his mouth, "I finally found you, Xue'er..."
…
Ling Xuewei ran out and finally breathed a sigh of relief until she returned to her room in Lingxia Academy.
This night, I was really tired.
Who would have thought that they would meet Di Qianjue in this place?
"You don't have to be so afraid of him, right?"
Bai Ze was helpless.
"Who said I'm afraid of him?"
"Whoever is afraid knows."
"I'm not afraid! It's..."
"It's cowardly."
Bai Ze directly answered Ling Xuewei, "..."
She couldn't refute it!
Well, she admitted that she was indeed a little timid when facing Di Qianjue.
Because the way Di Qianjue looked at her always made her want to run away...
In the past, Di Qianjue's eyes were not like this. She always felt that this time we met, he seemed to have changed a lot, as if he was no longer depressed, and his eyes became so that she did not dare to look directly...
Ling Xuewei couldn't describe that feeling.
Forget it! Don’t think about it so much!
She shook her head to clear the inexplicable thoughts from her mind, and then thought about meeting Mu Tianqi tonight.
It seems that these people have not relaxed their supervision of the Rong family. But fortunately, the goal was achieved tonight. (To be continued)