Sister takes space and bravely enters the world of cultivation

That time Cang Yehao saw He Nanjun wake up, and his hanging heart finally settled. Although he blamed Nanjun for doing stupid things, he was wondering if his behavior had brought him huge psychological burden and pressure, and actually forced Nanjun to choose death.

He was heartbroken and scared. Nanjun's lifeless look almost made him collapse.

He didn't dare to take another step closer to Nanjun. Nanjun should live well. He just wanted Nanjun to live well.

From then on, he comforted Nan Jun with a few words and told He Tongtong to take good care of Nan Jun and then left.

He never saw Nan Jun again in three years, but he still went to He's house to find the elixir without hesitation. After giving the elixir to Tongtong, he hid in the corner and watched him secretly. One glance, and I feel satisfied.

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Thinking of this, a smile appeared on the corner of He Nanjun's mouth lying on the bed. Did that fool think he didn't know someone was secretly watching him? In fact, every time Cang Yehao went to He's house and secretly looked at him from the corner of the yard, he knew it.

Since his narrow escape, he has thought a lot. The haggard faces of his parents who were afraid of themselves made him feel guilty. The worries of his elder brother, sister-in-law, nephews and nieces made him blame himself even more for his rashness.

Especially when his sister was hesitant to cry and complain, he knew the deeper meaning that his sister's words did not convey.

It made him feel even more that he shouldn't do stupid things. And his broken body made him realize that he might not have many tomorrows. So why not go crazy once in this short life? At least he won't have any regrets when he dies.

So he decided to boldly follow his heart. Even if the road ahead was doomed, he would love happily. Even if a moth flew into the flame, he would make a decision for the person in his heart.

So after that time, he actively cooperated and practiced hard. When he got sick, he desperately took elixirs and stuffed all kinds of elixirs that were good for his health into his mouth.

His body is much better now than before. When not sick, it is just a little thinner than normal people.

He is also actively practicing. The Linghe clan is basically dominated by wind spiritual roots.

He Nanjun's physique is very strange. He is currently practicing the wind system, and he always thought it was the wind system spiritual root. However, the more he practices, the shorter the time between onset of symptoms becomes. This is a rule he has figured out since he started practicing. If he couldn't find the reason, he didn't take it to heart. Anyway, the higher the cultivation level, the greater the hope of survival, or so he thought. Although he felt vaguely uneasy in his heart, he deliberately ignored it.

What he wants now is to practice hard and live as long as possible to be with the person in his heart.

But just when he was thinking about a showdown with Cang Yehao, that person started disappearing with him. He no longer came to see him, which made him very angry. He was sulking alone, and the courage he had finally built up disappeared like this.

Even if he found that Cang Yehao was secretly looking at him, he was secretly happy and a little disappointed at the same time. When he was disappointed, he would easily think wildly, and once he started thinking wildly, his energy would die down.

The two were in a stalemate for three years. Recently, he couldn't find an outlet to vent his inner annoyance, so Tongtong happened to sneak out, so he decided to go out to find his sister and relax.

After he fell ill once on the road, he found a hidden cave and hid for more than ten days. After barely feeling better, he continued on his journey. More than ten days later, I walked to Jiya Town and stayed at Jiya Inn.

The past few days of running around, sleeping in the open air, and not getting a good rest had left his body feeling a little overwhelmed. He stayed in the inn for more than half a month. Just when he felt much better and wanted to check out and leave, he met Cang Yehao at the counter who had come to stay.

The two met unexpectedly. When Cang Yehao saw the pale He Nanjun, he was surprised and distressed. Regardless of the presence of others, he forcefully pulled He Nanjun back to Qingya Garden.

Back at Qingya Garden, He Nanjun threw away Cang Yehao's hand. The two of them were relatively speechless. In fact, both of them were very excited. They were so excited that they didn't know how to express their thoughts.

Yes, they miss each other, but this longing is buried deep in their hearts.

Especially Cang Yehao. He hadn't been close to Nan Jun in three years. You can imagine how excited he was. He didn't know what to say and wanted to get closer. He remembered what happened three years ago again, so he was stunned for a long time. Then he straightened his face and asked politely why he appeared here? Why don't you stay at home?

He Nanjun saw that he was obviously very worried about him just now, and he was obviously very distressed that his body couldn't bear it. At this moment, he looked calm and composed, with a distant and indifferent expression and asked him why he was here?

He Nanjun was very angry for no reason. He didn't know what he was angry about, so he only replied with a more indifferent tone and expression,

"Fuck you,"

Cang Yehao was startled when he heard that He Nanjun, who was dressed in a fairy-like elegant and handsome manner, could use foul language. This was the first time he heard He Nanjun use vulgar words, and he was not used to it for a while.

"you……"

"What's wrong with me? Can't I come here? I want you to mind your own business,"

"No, no, I didn't mean that. Nan Jun, don't be angry. I said the wrong thing." Seeing that he was angry, Cang Yehao hurriedly stepped forward to comfort him and admit his mistake.

It was okay if he didn't say it, but He Nanjun became even more angry when he said it.

"Who is angry? Who do you think you are? I want you to take care of me... Don't act like you care about me. I'll hate it. Get out and stay away from me." He Nanjun's eyes were red and he said Cang Yehao pushed forward and staggered. The emotions came too quickly and were too complicated. He didn't know whether he was angry at himself or Cang Yehao, and why he was angry. He only knew that he was very angry when he saw Cang Yehao's indifferent expression towards him, and he started talking indiscriminately again. Words, duplicity.

"Nan Jun, you..." Cang Yehao was at a loss. He didn't know what happened to Nan Jun? Is it his fault for holding his hand? Still don't want to see him. He was a little panicked and saw Nan Jun's eyes were red and he was so anxious that he didn't know why.

He wanted to coax him, but he was afraid that touching a certain point would make Nanjun unhappy. For a while, Cang Yehao just looked at He Nanjun blankly.

He Nanjun felt that his mood swings were a bit too great, and he was afraid that he would say something ugly again, so he quickly took a deep breath. He needed to calm down now, so he turned around and entered the room with a cold face, leaving a cold and aloof figure behind Cang Ye. Hao.

Cang Yehao subconsciously wanted to follow him, but he took back his steps. He should calm down and think about what to do next?

Just now he saw that although Nanjun was very angry and said he hated him and asked him to go away, he felt that Nanjun didn't really hate him, nor did he really want him to go away. For a moment, Cang Yehao's head turned into paste. And he had a bold guess in his mind, whether Nan Jun... might also like him.

This thought passed away in a flash, and he didn't dare to hope. But his heart beating faster told him that it might be true.

Cang Yehao tossed and turned all night without falling asleep. That suspicion lingered in his mind until the next day, when Nanjun didn't lose his temper, spoke to him calmly with a calm expression, which made his restless heart sink again.

The two of them chatted politely like friends they hadn't seen for a long time, chatting about their current situation, as if they had returned to the time when they once lived in harmony.