Yingqian stood in front of the door, folded his arms, smiled at Yanyun, and said:

"You're welcome, just say that."

Yanyun was startled.

Seeing the alienation on her face, a trace of sadness could not help but flow out of her eyes.

"You...still hold a grudge against your sister?"

"No."

Yingqian shook his head and said sincerely:

"I'm quite grateful to you."

Although it took a lot of points to get on stage, it also became a catalyst for He Duyan to go further.

Yingqian really didn't have any feelings of hatred or disgust towards Yanyun.

But the smoke seemed to be quite painful.

She stared at Yingqian closely, tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

"I know...I know..."

Yanyun's voice trembled violently.

Her delicate body was also slightly trembling.

She was already looking like a sickly beauty, but now she looked even more pitiful and frail under the rain.

What a pity.

Yingqian has never been very interesting.

Glancing at Yanyun, he didn't care whether she was crying or laughing, and just asked casually:

"What else do you know?"

She still had the serious business of exterminating demons and protecting the Tao in her mind.

Really uninteresting.

To comfort Yanyun.

But Yanyun seemed not to hear Yingqian's words. His eyes followed her closely, as if talking to himself, and murmured:

"I was too stupid and used the wrong method. I just wanted to keep you by my side, but I didn't expect that I would push you further away. It's natural for Qianqian to hate me, but..."

What is this person doing again?

Why do you look at it, you still have such a blasphemous virtue?

But before that Du Yan borrowed the rosary and gave it to Yan Yun to wear for a few days.

Logically speaking.

There should be no chance of those messy things getting into her body.

Yingqian took half a step back.

He leaned against the door, tilted his head, and said curiously:

"What do you mean, you let me go on stage not because you want me to make a fool of myself, but because you want me to see clearly the ugliness in the world so that I can stay by your side?"

Yanyun pursed her lips and nodded slightly.

Yingqian frowned and clapped his hands perfunctorily twice to express his appreciation.

Good.

Such an outrageous way of whitewashing.

Even the children’s channels are no longer available.

It's really a shame that Yanyun can still say it so seriously.

Yingqian shook her wrist slightly, looked around, and continued to ask:

"Then you don't like Du Yan?"

"I like it."

Yanyun lowered his head.

The sound suddenly became a little weird.

"Who wouldn't like his Buddhist aura?"

Yingqian was stunned.

Yanyun chuckled lightly.

She was half-leaning on the bed, and the sick look between her eyebrows had completely disappeared.

What's left.

There was only a purple haze.

Yanyun looked at Yingqian, the corners of her lips raised slightly, and she still whispered softly:

"So, Qianqian, you can't be with him. As long as my sister stays by my side, it's good enough. How can she be with a dead person?"

She covered her red lips and chuckled.

Clearly still wearing that pitiful face.

But his expression was completely different from before.

"Qianqian...my goodness Qianqian, sister cares about you. As long as Du Yan is gone, we can continue to live the same life as before. Isn't this good?"

Yanyun stared at Yingqian.

Her trembling lips kept uttering her name.

The boiling malice in his eyes made Yingqian shudder violently.

This smoke cloud.

Something is not just wrong anymore.

"when?"

Ying Qian took a deep breath and asked in a cold voice:

"Since when did you take over her body?"

"Sister, I really don't understand what Qian Qian said."

Yanyun slowly stood up, took a step towards Yingqian, and said softly:

"I am Yanyun, and Yanyun is me. If I were not her, how could your monk Duyan not see it?"

Her waist is slender.

As I walk, I feel like willows swaying in the spring breeze.

Only those eyes.

The pupils of the eyes seemed to be pierced with needles.

Black like ink slowly spreads in the whites of the eyes.

soon.

A pair of misty eyes.

There is no more light in it.

Only pitch black remains.

However, Ying Qian was not afraid of her at all. Instead, she raised the corners of her lips and said with a slight smile:

"You are Du Yan, the demon I have been looking for."

"yes."

Yanyun did not deny it, but added:

"Of course, I'm your sister too."

"Stop trying to get involved with relatives. I don't have any inheritance for you to inherit."

Even if he knew that the person standing in front of him was an incredible monster.

Yingqian didn't mean to be afraid of her.

Yanyun pursed her lips and smiled, poured a cup of tea and put it on the table. She gestured to Yingqian and said:

"Your monk Duyan is indeed quite capable. This is the first time in so many years that I have been so seriously injured. I thought I was going to die."

As if she was worried that Yingqian would not come forward, she took a half step back and said in a soft voice:

"Fortunately, I saw the smoke cloud."
To be continued...