Quick Transmission: Host, don’t touch the boss, he’s going to kiss you

When she decided to go up the mountain with Si Yan, Aning rented out the original owner's house, thinking that she wouldn't be able to use it in the future.

This morning the court called. Since the Jiang couple were involved in serious criminal cases and would be sentenced, all the houses, cars, jewelry, etc. under their names were confiscated, including the bank cards she had on hand, which were also frozen.

However, Aning didn't think anything was wrong. The card was just hanging over her head, and the money in it was only used by Jiang Tingyi, and it had nothing to do with her.

As for the old Taoist Qingyun, Aning learned the ins and outs of everything from Si Yan. It turns out that the old Taoist Qingyun entered the Tianshen Temple by mistake when he was young. At that time, there was a famine at the foot of the mountain. He was so hungry that he was delirious, and his begging in his heart happened to be heard by the weak Si Yan.

With God's mercy, Si Yan showed up and rescued Qingyun. Qingyun, who was still a teenager at the time, was grateful and vowed to come back to worship.

Later, the promise was fulfilled, but it came with a purpose. Twenty years ago, Qingyun, who was plagued by illness, came to the Tianshen Temple again, but this time he was different from the embarrassment of his youth but had infinite glory.

He led the workers to renovate the decaying Temple of Heaven, and then came to worship every month.

In this way, the weak god gradually recovered some of his divine power. At that time, Qingyun's condition was no longer effective. He begged the god to save him, but was rejected.

But Qingyun couldn't give up. After he went back, he read a lot of Taoist secrets and finally found a way to capture his divine power.

That time he succeeded. Although his divine power was weak, it was enough to sustain him for more than ten years. The benevolent gods did not punish him for his worship, but only gave him verbal warnings.

No one knew how important that weak divine power was to the gods at that time. That time, Si Yan almost failed to wait for Aning.

Aning also knew what happened later. The old Taoist priest knew that the expiration date of the divine power was coming soon, so he did not change his evil intentions and seized the divine power again under the guise of a secret marriage.

Only this time, Aning was a variable, so he was destined to fail.

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Life after returning to Tianshen Temple passed very quickly, as if time had been pressed on the fast forward button, and I couldn't wait to enter a new chapter.

The days settled down.

Life in the mountains is monotonous and boring, but for Aning, it is happiness.

Perhaps because of a deeper understanding, or perhaps because he was afraid that the other person would disappear suddenly, Aning followed him around like a clingy kitten all the time.

Sometimes she even thinks that it would be nice if she could turn back time, so that they would be together forever and know each other here.

But some things are destined to be inevitable.

Since they came back, the orange tree growing in the courtyard has gradually become withered, and yellowing leaves have fallen all over the ground.

Si Yan would sigh softly every time he saw this.

A few days ago, Aning kept pestering Si Yan to talk about what happened a thousand years ago. When talking about this orange tree, she finally confirmed that the orange tree in front of her was the mini olive green seedling from a thousand years ago.

Perhaps her memory was brought back, and she felt inexplicably sad when she recalled their conversation when she found the seedling.

Unexpectedly, she accidentally planted this orange tree back then, and it even lived for a thousand years.

Now... is it time to return like Si Yan?

"After seeing the orange tree for so long, this is the first time I see its leaves falling all over the ground." The god sighed slightly, and there was a subtle change in his calm eyes.

There was an imperceptible melancholy in his tone.

Aning held his hand tightly, suddenly feeling depressed.

"New branches will grow after the leaves fall." She said extremely quietly, as if she was speaking to herself, but also as if she was afraid that the other party would hear the hesitation in her words.

"I think so." Si Yan looked at her gently for a while, his beautiful eyebrows curved, and he nodded in agreement.

Aning exhaled slowly, and her nervous nerves gradually relaxed, but she still held the other person's hand tightly, looking a little at a loss.

At this moment, Si Yan stretched out his other hand, and the wide cuff slid down his forearm to his elbow. His pale and thin skin was almost transparent in the sun, like melted snow.

He slowly trimmed the broken hair on her temples behind her ears, and then looked at her quietly, his eyes seemed to be filled with infinite tenderness.

The silence speaks.

Aning buried her head on the other person's warm chest, sniffing his scent vigorously with the tip of her nose. The faint scent of cedar made her unable to hold back tears and made her feel very scared.

"Are you going to disappear suddenly? Like you were never there?"

Si Yan could feel the warm and moist feeling on his chest. He suddenly stopped talking and just hugged her gently, patting her back like a baby.

Aning didn't speak anymore. She collected her emotions, took a deep breath, then raised her eyes to look at him, and forced a smile: "Why don't you speak, I want to hear more of your voice."

"Aning, what do you want to hear from me?" The calm and gentle god arched his eyebrows, and his beautiful facial features became clear and beautiful.

"Anything you say is fine," she replied.

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Aning's craving for Siyan lately is comparable to that of brown sugar.

Because Si Yan disappeared more and more frequently, and the intervals between appearances became longer and longer. An Ning was very afraid that he would just disappear and they wouldn't even have time to say goodbye.

She was really panicked.

Just like today, Si Yan has been missing for 16 hours, this time longer than before, and she can only wait.

As time passed, her mood became more torturous. Uneasiness and anxiety rushed out of her brain. Aning subconsciously touched the red rope on her wrist.

Suddenly, the red rope was automatically disconnected, and the girl's eyes suddenly stopped.

She shook her hands, and the red rope turned into a strand of hair and fell from her fingers. After falling to the ground, it turned into red light and disappeared in an instant.

Aning stared at this scene blankly, her vision gradually blurring. She squatted down and kept groping with her hands where the red light disappeared.

"how so……"

Suddenly all the candles on the altar were extinguished, and a gentle breeze swept in. The last withered leaves of the orange tree in the yard fluttered and fell, and the red lanterns under the eaves swayed gently.

"Aning." A calm voice sounded in his ears.

Aning's heart moved. She raised her head suddenly and looked at the source of the sound with tears in her eyes. The outstanding-looking god appeared directly in front of her.

Just like when they first met, he had a slight smile on his face, as fragile and beautiful as a rose wet by the rain, and his eyes were still looking at her softly.

"I'm leaving," he said.

Hearing this, Aning blinked and tears rolled down his eyes, "Okay, I've said everything I need to say, you go, go."

"Don't be sad, I'll always be here." Si Yan raised his lips and said in a gentle voice, "Come here and give me a hug, Aning."

Farewell was imminent, and Si Yan wanted to hug his little wife again.

Remember her body temperature, remember her smell.

Aning had wanted to do this for a long time, so after hearing his words, he ran up to him without delay, hugged the other person's waist, and rubbed his cheek against his chest.

The moment she hugged him tightly, Si Yan's body emitted a burst of soft golden light, covering Aning in it.

Slowly, the golden light formed tiny points of light, floating and dispersing in the air. Aning raised her head and looked at them like flying dandelions. She absentmindedly stretched out her hand to grab a handful in the air.

The light spots flew away instantly and then disappeared completely.

Aning was stunned for a long time, until a few muffled thunders sounded in the sky. She came to her senses, walked to the altar like a zombie, and took out a lighter behind the candlestick.

After lighting all the candles, she took out her mobile phone and started making scheduled calls, and finally quietly overturned the candlestick.

After closing the door, she sat on the futon and waited quietly.

……

In the rising smoke, flames appeared everywhere, and the fire spread.

Thunder rumbled in the sky, as if it was about to rain.

Sure enough, after a while, heavy rain fell on the flaming house, bringing up mist, and with a bang, sparks flew.

The fires were all extinguished and the heavy rain stopped. The Temple of Heaven was in a mess, the main house was completely burned down, and the remaining ruins of stone pillars stood there alone, still smoking.

There was a young man suspended in the air. His appearance was completely covered by a wide black cloak, only his unusually white chin was exposed.

There is an inexplicable feeling of evil and danger.

And in his arms was a lifeless woman.

(Finish)