How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 454 The most important thing is that the world can\'t keep it, Zhu Yan speaks from the mirror, flowers and trees

   Chapter 454 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (15)

  Yue Ying sneered: "How can these two be the same."

   "How is it different."

   "I want to repay you."

   Of course, this is not the truth. He just wants to break the monk's rules. He wants to see when the monk can endure it before revealing his true colors.

   Wen Xien stared at him with complicated eyes for a while: "Young Master Yue, you don't need to repay the poor monk, all the cause and effect is your destiny, and the poor monk just helped you a little..."

   "──Okay, I don't want to hear you gossip." Yue Ying raised her eyebrows and interrupted Wen Xien.

  Wen Xien pursed her pale lips and glanced at him, "The poor monk is just telling the truth."

  Yue Ying pulled the corner of his lower lip: "Shit karma, don't tell me this nonsense."

   "It's not bullshit, it's the truth."

  Yue Ying was stunned after hearing this, and then smiled mockingly: "Facts? What are facts? Facts I deserve to suffer, I deserve to be laughed at, I deserve to be blind!"

   In Yue Ying's view, a monk like a monk doesn't understand his pain at all, but he is holding a high air and pointing at him, no one has the right to say him, only the world is wrong.

   What can a stinky monk understand? Compassionate on the surface, what kind of stuff is still unknown in the mainland, how is it different from those of the world?

   Wen Xien smiled lightly:

   "No one will be smooth sailing. Why should Young Master Yue worry about this, bad things will eventually pass, and your mentality determines everything about you."

"everything will get better."

   But Yue Ying laughed and asked, "Will it really get better?"

   "Mainly look at yourself."

  The son of a generation of Tianjiao fell into the dust overnight. As the saying goes, a plucked phoenix is ​​not as good as a chicken, not to mention the arrogant Yue Ying.

  ──But can I go back to the past when I get better? Can he still maintain his original intention?

   The answer is definitely no.

  Yue Ying suddenly felt it.

He couldn't sleep last night and was woken up by a nightmare in the middle of the night. He couldn't sleep again after that. He had a lot of crazy thoughts in his mind, and he was also restless. He didn't want to hear the monk's voice so much at that moment, but he finally endured Living.

   This person, Jingchen, seems to take his affairs very seriously, but he doesn't seem to take him seriously.

  ... So he's not unique, is he?

  ...so he can be dumped at will, right?

   So this monk and they are a kind of people, right?

   This is like a child who locks himself in the house alone, only watching people come and go outside the window. Although he is used to it and says it doesn't matter, no one likes to be alone all the time.

   When he is tired but not completely disappointed, a simple and clear word or words may make him feel at ease.

   He will doubt the authenticity, but because of necessity he doubts it.

   And Yue Ying doesn't realize what his suspicions are at the moment.

   He wanted to say something, but felt it was hypocritical to ask, so he turned his head to one side in silence, propped his head up and looked away.

   Wen Xien thought it was funny that the young man was angry, then he touched his arm and said helplessly, "Angry?"

  Yue Ying glanced sideways, then turned his head back and replied, "No."

   Rather than being angry, it’s better to say…

   is a bottomless feeling like a huge black hole.

   "How is that?"

"nothing."

   "Young Master Yue, no one will know what you think if you don't say it. You can't solve anything except your own unhappiness."

   She's not even angry yet as a monk, this eldest young master has begun to play with his temper.

  Yue Ying turned his head and looked in the direction of Wen Xien for a long time after hearing this, and suddenly asked, "Why aren't you angry."

   Wen Xien was stunned for a moment, and said lightly, "Mentality."

   "Damn, what kind of mentality do you have? What's the difference between you and a jerk?" Yue Ying laughed, with a little mockery.

   "...Young Master Yue, you can't solve the problem no matter how angry you are. There are still differences. These are two different things."

   "Aren't you a coward?"

  Wen Xien paused, she knew that if the two continued to talk, it would be fruitless, so she didn't want to say more, just said one sentence.

   "The poor monk doesn't think so."

  Yue Ying turned his head and stared at Wen Xien silently. The white gauze covered his eyes so that he could not see what he was doing now.

   After a long while, he suddenly laughed and lowered his arm supporting his head.

  Wen Xien thought that Yue Ying would not want to be entangled in the dead end again. He originally wanted to retire, but in the next second, Wen Xien immediately flashed to the other side with the thumping sound under the table, and the tableware he touched rattled, and even almost knocked over the teacup.

  Yue Ying leaned sideways against the table, like watching a play, smiling proudly.

   Just under the cover of the long ornate tablecloth, he kicked Wen Xien's calf. Wen Xien didn't expect him to do this suddenly and didn't notice it for a while.

  The snow-white robe left an obvious mark. Wen Xien raised his head without even wrinkling his brows, and he still looked deserted.

   But the long silence still made Yue Ying think that Wen Xien was angry, but he laughed even happier.

  ──Oh, angry.

   Although not out of rage, it was enough to make him feel novel.

   It turns out that this unhurried and indifferent monk will also get angry just like ordinary people.

   It's a pity that he can't see the body of this monk, otherwise it will be more interesting.

   is as delightful and anticipatory as something out of reach is suddenly close.

  Wen Xien watched Yue Ying silently for a long time, but only got a smile without saying a word, her pale lips pursed tightly.

   Yue Ying's temperament is more tricky than Wen Xien imagined.

  Yue Ying also smiled and asked what happened.

  Wen Xien stared at him expressionlessly, clenching and loosening the hand holding the bead. In the end, it was only a light evaluation: "The behavior of a child."

  Yue Ying's smile quickly faded, her thin lips pursed slightly, and a trace of anger appeared between her brows and eyes.

   Wen Xien ignored him and picked up the teacup that had fallen on the ground. She didn't want to stay here.

   "The poor monk retired first."

  Yue Ying's anger was burning in his chest, but he couldn't come up with it for a long time. For his age, being classified as a child is a very shameful and self-respecting thing.

   In the end, he was so embarrassed that he scolded, "You're a bum."

Yue Ying's ears moved. He didn't hear the monk's answer, only the sound of footsteps. Walking past him, he almost immediately knew what the monk was going to do. The monk was going to leave without his consent. .

   "Don't go!"

  Yue Ying said coldly, the veins on the hand on the table burst out, suppressing the tyrannical emotion that was picked out.

   (end of this chapter)