How To Practice Fast Through the White Moonlight: Chapter 496 The most important thing is that the world can\'t keep it, Zhu Yan speaks from the mirror, flowers and trees

   Chapter 496 The most unstoppable in the world, Zhu Yan Cijingjingjinghua Cishu (57)

   This question really surprised my friends.

   After all, how can someone like Yue Ying still have someone who can't get what they want, and Yue Ying is an extremely arrogant person, so how can he like someone who doesn't like him.

  My friend was very curious about the fact that Yue Ying, who could be hooked by an immortal, couldn't forget it, but unfortunately he didn't dare to ask abruptly.

   "People like Yue Gongzi, if you like it, you can like it to the fullest. If the girl doesn't want to, just grab it and don't. Maybe it will be a love for a long time."

   This bandit seemed so frivolous that even his friend couldn't help laughing. He really didn't think that the girl was genuinely unwilling, maybe it was just a hard-to-play trick.

  Yue Ying thought deeply for a while, thinking about his friend's words very seriously, and his eyes slowly became dark.

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   When Yue Ying woke up, it was still deep in the night, the hall was empty and lonely, only the ticking sound was accompanied by more leaking sounds, the ambergris was about to burn out, and he reached out and touched the mattress beside him, it was cold.

  When he still had eye problems and was entangled by ghosts, the monk would stay by his side. He often woke up in the middle of the night to confirm whether the monk was there or not. For a long time, Yue Ying asked Wen Xien to come and sleep together.

   Wen Xien was reluctant at first, but Yue Ying coaxed and deceived, and then let people go to bed.

   Wen Xien hasn't slept here for a long time, and he still occasionally forgets that when he sleeps lightly at night, he habitually reaches out and hugs people, but he always ends up empty.

  The scene in the dream is still floating in front of me, and that faint smile was branded in the afterglow of the sunset many years ago, and it became the most unbearable throbbing in the mind of the young man.

  It's been a long time, he can't remember when Wen Xien became cold as frost and snow, he never looked at him again, and he didn't remember when he became more moody and irritable.

   Maybe it was because Wen Xien inadvertently rejected him and felt that his self-esteem was disgraced; maybe it was because the monk treated him coldly and didn't want to see him care about him...

   Or maybe, it was the monk who left without saying goodbye, and the ruthless disgust made him angry, and the love that grew out of the day and night in the cold hall finally ceased to exist.

  The rest is only boundless hatred and unwillingness.

   In his memory, he was respectful and considerate to Wen Xien, and even endured himself in order not to offend the monk, for fear of making her unhappy!

   But what did you get in return?

   He just wanted to see Wen Xien laugh, he just wanted the monk to stay by his side, and he didn't ask for a lot, but no matter how much he coerced, it didn't work.

  Yue Ying never got his wish.

The anger of    that he could not ask for made him go crazy. Only by tearing and breaking the cold skin again and again can he regain a little bit of reality.

   This is a flesh and blood man, not a statue made of ice.

   He raised his hand in the dim light, looking at the smooth palm and the fine lines on it.

  Yue Ying's eyes were blood red, intertwined with cobweb-like blood threads.

  Why should he let that person go free? Even if he can only use some unpopular means, it is better than letting the monk out of his sight.

She should continue to be chained to her side, trapped on this side of the bed. If the chain can't be locked, she will be locked in a cage, interrupting her hands and feet, so that she can only rely on others to live in her life, yes. Live or die, it's up to you!

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  Wen Xien has been free to plant flowers and grass. He does this every day, not to mention, the half-dead flowers that are about to wither are all well raised by Wen Xien.

  The cabins on the cliffs have also gained some popularity.

  During such a long time, he would come to Wen Xien whenever he had time in his life. Sometimes the two would water flowers and plant grass together, or watch the sunset. Except for Wen Xien's sudden attack, everything was as plain as water.

   It's just that the weather has been a little cold recently, and Wen Xien accidentally caught the wind chill.

   In all these years of my life, I have not been more mature and stable, and I am still so-so like a child.

   But when he stepped into the hut and saw the figure in white on the couch through the window, he suddenly slowed down and walked over slowly.

  Wen Xien was looking at the dead leaves on the branches, but a tall figure suddenly blocked her vision. Her eyes moved slightly, and her eyes retracted, with some unnoticeable sadness.

   Walking into the house in his lifetime, a cold wind swept in through the hall. Wen Xien covered his mouth with his sleeves, coughed for a while, and saw that the man was closing the windows that were wide open on all sides.

  Wen Xien wanted to stop it, but just opened his mouth and said "no", but he couldn't help coughing again.

He frowned and walked silently to Wen Xi'en's side. When she stopped coughing and gasped slightly, she complained dissatisfiedly: "Senior brother, how many times have I said, don't open the window, don't open the window, it will be aggravated at that time. What to do if you get sick."

   At this time, he was like a little adult, pointing at Wen Xien for a lesson.

  Wen Xien's face turned a little red from coughing just now, and there seemed to be a faint light of water in the bottom of his eyes. At this time, his brows were slightly frowned, not as cold as before, but rather a bit strange.

  This is very different from the usual expressionless and indifferent Jingchen. He was stunned for a while. Out of the corner of the eye, he saw the yellow mud under Wen Xien's clothes, and his face changed immediately, "Did you run out to take care of those flowers again!"

  I am so sick, how can I still take care of those flowers! In the end what words are important, or their own body is important!

   "I just looked at it twice." Wen Xien lowered his eyes and landed on the Buddha beads that had been hanging on his wrist all his life, and replied calmly.

   "Not even with both eyes!"

   I hated that iron could not become steel in my life. Sometimes Wen Xien behaved more like a willful child, for example, he didn't like taking medicine, was disobedient, and always ran outside while he was paying attention.

   He put the snacks he bought down the mountain on the wooden table all his life. He has reached the age and can go down the mountain often, but there is still a time limit and he cannot stay outside for a long time.

Regarding Wen Xien's character of being soft and not hard, he had to say in his life: "Senior brother, you don't have to worry about those flowers anymore, you just need to take care of your body now, you can leave this work to me, it's cold outside recently. Great, don't just run around."

  Wen Xien was finally willing to look directly at his life, but there was not much emotion in his eyes, he looked at him calmly, his dark eyes were like two cold stars.

   Her body and bones are not so weak yet. She has been making a lot of fuss in her life. It's just a normal cold, but she has been made like a serious illness in her life, which makes Wen Xien unable to smile bitterly.

   Wen Xien can't understand this feeling. He has admired Wen Xien since he was a child. He always knew that Wen Xien was only cold on the surface, but actually soft in heart. In Yonghe Temple, pilgrims who came to burn incense would come to see Master Jingchen.

   (end of this chapter)