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

"who are you?"

Just when Aning was still immersed in his own world, a jade-like voice came from above his head. His words were precise and his accent was very nice.

Aning raised his head when he heard the sound, and looked at the dark figure. An indescribable emotion arose spontaneously, and the area around his heart felt numb as if being bitten by ants.

The whole person was stunned.

In the dim room, she easily saw his beautiful and cold facial features. She pursed her lips but somehow couldn't speak.

Just when she was at a loss, the man lifted the quilt and got out of the bed smoothly, walked to the pear wood table in front of him, picked up the fire folding book and lit the candle.

The red candle swayed, and the room suddenly became bright. His back was turned to the light, with black hair and white clothes, a gentle face, and dark eyes as deep as an ancient pool, clear and calm.

His skin was so white that it seemed to blend in with his white shirt.

The man stood there, his figure slender and straight, his expression as indifferent as a cold moon. His pupils were very light brown, hidden in the shadow of the backlight. Occasionally, the bright color of the lights was projected into it, and it was fleeting.

It seems distant and mysterious.

Meeting his gaze, Aning's eyes seemed to be covered with a subtle light, and the image of the man teaching her calligraphy suddenly flashed in her mind.

She felt her nose was sore, and the uncontrollable emotions came at the last word, and the mist in her eyes suddenly dispersed.

"Ning Zhiyan..."

The woman was sitting on the ground, her blue shirt torn to pieces, revealing her two slender arms that were as white and round as jade lotus roots. She had long black hair, a fair and beautiful face, her eyes were like obsidian, her red lips were white, and her fingertips were white and round. Green white jade tightly grasps Yueming.

The whole person is so beautiful that he doesn't look like a real person, but looks like a ghost.

When Ning Zhiyan heard the soft voice, he suddenly stopped in place, his pupils suddenly narrowed, and a hint of red crept up on the tips of his ears.

In the middle of the night, in the dead of night, it was already scary enough that a strange woman appeared in his room, but this woman was very beautiful, with ragged clothes, and she timidly called his name with tears in her eyes.

Maybe he knew that his mansion had never hired a female attendant, so he thought he had done something dirty to this girl.

Frowning, he looked away, took the coat on the side, and helped her cover her exposed white skin. He probably had never had such close contact with a woman. He tilted his head and said calmly: "Why are you so late at night, girl?" Appearing in Ning’s house?”

The woman looked at the man affectionately with her wet eyes, and pursed her lips slightly: "I, I came to find you."

"Looking for me? Does the girl know me?" Ning Zhiyan, who had always been self-possessed and calm, was even confused at this moment and looked at the woman in front of him in confusion.

She nodded and stretched out an arm from her coat, exposing half of her wrist. On her plain white hand lay a jade pendant, with cloud patterns and flowers in the shape of a crescent moon. The jade pendant glowed with a faint blue light in the dim candlelight.

I could only hear her saying angrily: "I want you to fulfill my promise. I have kept the jade pendant well. You said you would marry me."

Ning Zhiyan glanced at the jade pendant in her hand. He was shocked at first, and then frowned.

"Where did you get this jade pendant?"

At first glance, this jade pendant looks very similar to the one he wears. If you look closely, you will find that the patterns on this jade pendant are opposite to his, but the material and workmanship of this jade pendant are obviously similar to his. That piece was made by the same person.

How is this going?

In the past, he had heard the elders in his family mention the origin of this jade pendant. On the day he was born, a blue bird held it in his hand. When he was still a baby at that time, he clutched the jade pendant tightly and refused to let go. He has never left it for so many years. body.

Whenever I leave my body, I feel pain in my heart like a knife. I have consulted many doctors but can never find the reason. He was weak and could not withstand any torture, so he had to wear jade on his body.

I have worn this jade pendant for more than 20 years, but now a very similar one has appeared. Could it be that these jade pendants were originally a pair?

The blue bird is considered the incarnation of auspiciousness in Shu, so I have heard about it from the elders in the family since I was a child.

"You gave it to me."

Did he give it to you?

Ning Zhiyan's eyes moved slightly, staring at the jade pendant in his palm, with a strange light in his eyes, and his calm heart suddenly stirred up a storm.

He asked: "When did I promise to marry you?"

Could it be that the elders of the family arranged the marriage, but how come he never heard any news about his marriage? Is it because he has lived in Yunjiu Mountain all year round?

"Seven hundred years ago, you said it when you went to the battlefield." The woman's beautiful black hair was neatly tucked behind her head, her eyebrows were like crescent moons, her appearance was stunning, her side face was covered with a light halo, and her delicate chin He nodded slightly, revealing his neck as white as jade.

Ning Zhiyan was silent for a moment, then looked at the woman's face and said in a cold tone: "Girl, don't say it's a joke. People can't live for more than seven hundred years. You can't, and neither can I."

This sentence was like cold water, which suddenly brought Aning back to his senses.

Yes, how can a person live for more than seven hundred years?

How could she forget that seven hundred years had passed, and the person in front of her had been reincarnated for several lives, so how could she still remember that promise, and she didn't even know who she was.

The original owner's emotions have always affected Aning. She didn't want to cry, but her eyes suddenly felt astringent. She bit her lip lightly, her voice was crying, and even her tone became cautious: "Ning Zhiyan, I am not a human being... "

It can live for more than 700 years.

Ning Zhiyan obviously didn't believe it, and just thought she was crazy. He turned around silently and took a handkerchief from somewhere. He bent down and handed the handkerchief to her, "Tell me, where is your home?" I'll have someone take you back."

"I don't have a home..."

Aning shook his head, his voice trembled, and his thick black eyelashes were covered with tears, and he said to himself: "Yue Ming appeared in this world seven hundred years ago. It was your blood that opened up my intelligence and allowed me to have wisdom." Awareness.”

Ning Zhiyan stared at her, his expression unchanged, and said in a warm voice: "If you are really not a human being, and you have lived for more than seven hundred years, why..." After a pause, he continued: "Why are you here to look for me now? I?"