She buried her head in her knees and hid there like an ostrich. I refused to get up no matter how I persuaded her. After talking for a long time, I finally let her cry, because I suddenly realized that when Sister Gan Yu stabbed me when she was drunk, she also cried for a long time, her eyes swollen like a peach.

At that time, I was always persuading me. Afterwards, she choked and said to me: "The more the girl cried, the more she could not coax her. Although I still don't know the reason, the more you coax me, the more fierce I cried, and I couldn't stop. Anyway, when you advised me, I kept thinking that you should stop persuading me, but it was so embarrassing!"

After a while, her figure slowly disappeared, and the faint crying sound slowly disappeared into the air at this time. Then the previous light that could not be seen.

I was stunned for a moment, and then I lowered my mind, pressed down my previously worried face, changed to my face that had been dull before, and asked symbolically: "How do you call me?" I didn't expect it to answer. After all, with such a taciturn personality, it is usually impossible to tell my name to someone I met for the first time.

Sure enough, the other party asked without saying anything about this and continued to state it plainly: "Ah Jiang's emotions were a little out of control, so I asked her to go back first. If you like her, you can chat with her next time."

I nodded, looked at the light thoughtfully, and a trace of inquiry flashed in my eyes.

If Brother Shu is a wood, he has some basic feelings at least. Even if many things cannot cause any fluctuations in his heart, if one day something happens to anyone in the temple, I believe it will not sit idly by. Even if the expression on his face will not change at all, there will still be layers of unmelted ice in his eyes, but I believe that there will be some warmth for us in the eyes.

But the light was different. I couldn't see its expression, and the sound was also hard to tell. It was not the kind of male and female that was difficult to tell. It was an extremely stiff voice, unable to tell the difference between the joy and anger, and men and women. The tone of speaking was not cold and deterring, nor was it a bit of heat, but without warmth, as if the world was like, what it was like.

This feeling is not easy to describe, but it gives me a very strange feeling. I grabbed my head, waved to it with a particularly embarrassment, and turned around and left without any nostalgia.

During my days in the canyon, I always stayed with Ying and Wei Qingzheng. Sometimes I would sit there and watch the wind and snow all day long with Wei Qingzheng. Sometimes I would go to the edge of the formation to search for clues. I only realized a while ago that A Zheng was not much older than me, and he was only about two hundred years older than me. Fortunately, it was so arrogant that I almost thought that his age could really be my ancestor.

It is precisely because of this that it is not as numb as an old tree, and looks like life and death can be ignored. Even though it has committed suicide many times before, it is because of their innate beliefs of the Pixiu clan. Although I admire it a little, I have to admit that this move is no different from entering a cult, but it is its own business and it is not my turn to interfere. Besides, it is because of this that the tribes of the divine beasts have survived many battles a long time ago. Who can really explain the gains and losses in this?

It seems that I went to a far place again, and then took on the above things. What about it? It will be like now. When I know that Wei Qingzheng's age is not much different from mine, my usual tone will naturally relax. I will always say a few words to it about the local dialect at the foot of our mountain. When it gets angry, it will yell at me. Although the old tree is always laughing and crying when watching, it says we are scolding each other, but no one can understand the other person's words. Why bother?

For this, A Zheng and I often go in and out of our left ear, and continue to curse ourselves with our own actions. When we get tired of scolding, we turn around and leave, leaving back to back. When we come back, our anger will have long since disappeared.

Just like now, even though I had a fight with it before, I can still talk about it with my arms and shoulders. Of course, even if the divine beasts that have been cultivated can turn into human form, A Zheng's cultivation is not weak. Even among the younger generation in the Pixiu clan outside, it is considered to be among the top talented ones. But because of this formation, it is still very small now. When we have a good relationship, I have been holding it all the time. Sometimes when I am tired of hugging it, it lies on my shoulder or head.

Because of this, I always laugh at it because it lies on my shoulder. Every time I turn my head and look at it, I can always see its enlarged face, and I always hold back my laughter and keep silent.

Then we leaned on a relatively heavy branch of the old tree together, and it was rare to share their appearance seriously and find clues to break the formation.

I won’t update tomorrow and the next two days, so I will take some time to revise the previous chapters a little. After all, after reading the previous articles, I will always feel a little new and buggy. I will also keep my eyes open and try my best to modify them. There are still a few chapters...

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