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    “Sir, what does Master look like? Can you tell Ying’er?”

    Gu Ying thought she had more to say to him, so she seized the opportunity and went one step further.

    But how could Lian Qingruo not see what she was thinking?

    He always laughs at these little girls who are just beginning to have a romantic interest. It’s not that he has given up on his emotions, but the mark has already been left in his heart and cannot be erased.

    Now that I think about it, I can’t tell whether I hate it more or miss it more.

    “You are here today to seek my advice. If you want to ask someone else, your grandmother must know better.”

    Lian Qingruo did not scold him, but still smiled and spoke in a gentle tone.

    But Gu Ying could clearly hear a hint of chill from it, and she couldn’t help but tremble. Her charming thoughts were swept away, and she obediently lowered her head.

    “It’s Ying’er who has exceeded the rules. Please punish her, sir.”

    It seems that she has been meeting Lian Qingruo every day recently, and she has been so complacent that she has forgotten that he is still the uncrowned master of Lingxiao Palace.

    “I don’t want to punish you,”

    Lian Qingruo held a book in his hand, so he gently touched her shoulder with the book.

    “When you really want me to give you some advice, come see me again. For now, you still have to guard against arrogance and impatience.”

    The words were calm, but Gu Ying blushed with embarrassment.

    It was as if all his little thoughts had been pushed aside and exposed to the sun.

    She didn’t dare to say any more, covered her face with the book, said goodbye hastily, picked up her skirt and left quickly.

    Peace returned to the room.

    Lian Qingruo still lives in the small wooden house that he used to live in. Even though the head of the house invited him again and again, saying that he had specially prepared a palace for him, he still refused.

    Staying here seems to be his only stubbornness.

    The cat had reached a breakthrough not long ago. In order to ensure the cat’s safety, he placed it in a secret place where no one knew except him.

    When the breakthrough is successful, the cat will come looking for him.

    It’s just that, it’s just that he is the only one left.

    Oriole and Huangliu had already been promoted to elders and moved to the inner hall. Li Xin had been in seclusion for hundreds of years, and the inner hall was deserted.

    Within a hundred miles, there was only He left. Every day was accompanied by the clear light and cold moon, and spiritual grasses and spiritual plants were planted. Occasionally, disciples got permission to come to ask for He’s advice, but it was just a lively moment.

    Lian Qingruo didn’t care if he was alone, but the long nights were desolate, and he could not forget the days and nights of hundreds of years.

    I can no longer remember the annoyance and resentment I felt at the beginning.

    At most, it’s just melancholy.

    He closed the window with his hand, lay down on the couch, opened the book in his hand, and covered it with his face.

    It really is…a calamity in this life.

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    “Xiao Qingruo?”

    In the dark, someone is calling him vaguely.

    “Xiao~Dao~friend~”

    The voice became clearer and clearer, as if it was ringing in my ears. The voice was delicate and charming, and the tail tone was still tilted upward.

    he frowned and his eyelids trembled.

    “We haven’t seen each other for a hundred years, are you blaming me?”

    A pair of jade-like snowy arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. He was stunned for a moment and found that he was standing in the boundless darkness, with a mist in front of his eyes.

    He lowered his head, and the hands were right in front of him, as soft as boneless, with slender black fingertips intertwined.

    Lian Qingruo’s mind was confused and he subconsciously touched these arms.

    Just a tap, like a burst of light smoke, dissipating without a trace.

    He couldn’t help but take a step forward to chase the dissipating misty smoke.

    Little did they know, there was an abyss beneath their feet.

    The body lost its center of gravity and fell in the endless night. He opened his eyes. The familiar face seemed to be close at hand, but it was inaccessible.

    She covered her lips and smiled, her eyebrows curved:

    “We will see you later.”

    “Wake up!”

    Gen: It feels good to torture your husband for a while, and it feels good to torture your husband all the time・ω・`)

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