Story of Yanxi Palace: I will protect the pure white moonlight!

Ever since I changed my mind, I no longer cherish the relationship with that person in the previous life.

Wei Yingluo's hands and feet became much more ruthless when she started to do things next.

After quietly returning to the Changchun Palace, Hong Zhou was lifted upside down by her feet, his face pressed against the rough ground, and he stumbled and dragged along the hundreds of steps to the front of Shenlong.

"I've already brought this thing here. If you want to kill, cut or bleed, tell me."

"Cough...?" Hong Zhou woke up gritting his teeth, and before he could howl and curse, he was terrified to hear such cold-blooded words from the other party. "You - around, around me!"

Wei Yingluo didn't look at Hongzhou at all, she looked at the old Shenlong who fell into silence calmly.

Ajaye's eyes were filled with surging anger, and the huge dragon claws wanted to cover Hong Zhou's swollen pig's head several times.

It's this rotten guy, who is a direct descendant of the dignified Aixinjueluo family, who actually did the trick of imprisoning him, the guardian dragon.

Isn't this equivalent to imprisoning half of the ancestors!

But letting Xiao Niuzi kill Hong Zhou directly is against his usual principle of being a dragon.

Agaya sighed, the huge dragon head swayed slightly, thought for a long time, and lowered his head to discuss with Wei Yingluo: "The spell on me is useless to kill him. Either keep him and force the Taoist priest behind him to appear. Our top priority is to do it first." Help you break the curse on Fucha Rongyin."

Wei Yingluo hummed softly, but the palm of her hand turned into a frosty lightsaber, which flew towards Hong Zhou.

With a buzzing sound, the tip of the sword hung steadily above Hongzhou's head.

"Troubleshooting, I'll kill you."

"..." Cold sweat trickled down from Hong Zhou's forehead, Hong Zhou tried his best to blink his eyes, and swore to Wei Yingluo with an expression on the verge of tears that he would never dare!

He is not a reckless young boy.

At this moment, he was held hostage by Wei Yingluo to the underground palace alone, and he was isolated and helpless. He tried to let Wei Yingluo know his value, and the top priority was not to kill him.How could it be possible to act stupidly to anger Wei Yingluo again.

——Wei Yingluo thinks too highly of him.

——However, will the Taoist priest know that he is no longer in the mansion?

——If Taoist Changsheng can't subdue Wei Yingluo, then today...

Thinking of this, Hong Zhou endured the pain, tried to stretch his swollen eyelids, and carefully observed the enemy's actions.

The more I look, the more frightened I am--

He originally thought that the rescue of Fucha Rongyin was led by the guardian dragon. After all, this guardian dragon, Daoist Changsheng said, has lived for thousands of years, and its supernatural powers are comparable to earth immortals.If it weren't for the lack of understanding of people's hearts and being cursed by them, no one in this world could fight this dragon.

Unexpectedly, the current situation is dominated by Wei Yingluo.

Wei Yingluo commanded the dragon to protect her, while she picked up Fucha Rongyin and entered the golden circle surrounded by the dragon, disappearing instantly.

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Physical wounds are easy to heal, but heart wounds are hard to heal.

In order to make Rongyin completely forget the unpleasant past in the palace, Wei Yingluo asked the guardian dragon to protect her, and entered the heart of Fucha Rongyin in an absolutely safe and secluded place.

It was a vast oasis.Under the bright star river, verdant green grass covers the surrounding fields.

The unowned solid-color horses either bow their heads to drink water, or stretch their necks to look at the moon, nestling in groups of twos and threes by the clear water.

The night is so still.So quiet that Wei Yingluo slowly lost her mind.

"Rongyin."

Wei Yingluo whispered a few times, her eyes glanced nervously around.

She wanted to follow the aura of Fucha Rongyin, but there was no aura of a living person here.

Everything is palpitatingly weird.

It shouldn't be like this.

She once explored the dreams of ordinary people when she was studying art with Master Faci.

If a person's heart is wounded to pieces, the heart world it presents is either the desolation of thousands of miles of ice, or the loneliness of a long river and sunset, or the scorching hunting of hell and rock fire.

How could there be such a scene in front of you?

Too empty, too quiet, too overwhelming.

Wei Yingluo's self-confidence for a long time collapsed.She was suddenly a little scared, afraid that Rong Yin would treat her like a normal person when she woke up.

Because of himself, it seems that he has never completely entered Rong Yin's heart.

In her previous life, she only knew to accompany and comfort Rong Yin when he was sad, and knew that Rong Yin hated the emperor ruthlessly, but she didn't know that Rong Yin also had a dream of chasing water and grass in her heart. (If these quiet horses are the projection of Rong Yin's inner dream.)

After standing stupidly for a while, Wei Yingluo suddenly saw an exceptionally beautiful horse walking towards her.

This beautiful horse is different from the others. Although they are all healthy and well-proportioned, this one is the only one with a fiery red phoenix flower imprint on the brow, which is particularly eye-catching.

It stopped in front of Wei Yingluo, lowered its head, and rubbed against Wei Yingluo.

The long and thick eyelashes of the steed fluttered in Wei Yingluo's palm, Wei Yingluo felt a little itchy, her hands trembled, and she was about to withdraw.

However, the left shoulder was pressed lightly and gently, and a familiar and gentle voice came to his ears. "Don't move. Ruo it likes you. I like you too."

With a bang, Wei Yingluo's cheeks suddenly turned red.

The violent heartbeat and unrealistic sense of illusion made Wei Yingluo's mind go pale.

"You—" Wei Yingluo swallowed, not daring to turn her face away for fear of being disillusioned.Only biting her lower lip tightly, her eyes filled with heat, trying to calm herself down.

Rong Yin is in a good mood here, but Rong Yin is not the only one who can talk.

Perhaps some evil person is trying to deceive her through Rong Yin's cover.

As Wei Yingluo thought about it, the other hand hanging by her side was faintly accumulating strength.But the body was pressed against the softness of the side, and even the hand that was accumulating strength was clasped by the five fingers of the opponent's slightly cool hand, and the offensive was suddenly resolved.

Wei Yingluo was stunned and had to turn her head to stare.

One glance, and I couldn't move my mind anymore.

The woman she had been thinking about for two lifetimes was standing beside her at this moment.

"Rongyin, you, you still remember me?" Wei Yingluo said with a hint of astringency.

"Ah."

Dressed in a dashing crimson flag dress, the woman who lowered her head and put a bracelet made of pasture on Wei Yingluo's wrist seriously gave an 'hmm'.

Wei Yingluo smiled wryly, "You really are a fake. She won't remember me."

From the beginning to the end, this pursuit of two lifetimes was her business alone, how could she know about Rong Yin? !

"who are you?!"

Wei Yingluo withdrew her hand, losing the patience to deal with the other party.

"You know who I am, I'm Fucha Rongyin." Fucha Rongyin looked up.

With the clear light of the moon, she could clearly see that Yingluo's stubborn and beautiful face froze after the words she said, revealing a trace of fear and longing.

Fucha Rongyin sighed, raised his hand, pinched Wei Yingluo's cheek reassuringly as he did in his previous life, and murmured, "What are you afraid of, silly girl. I'm here. You don't need to be brave anymore."

For her sake, Yingluo never gave up in two lifetimes.Next, she didn't want the little girl to have a hard life by being brave and ruthless alone.

Wei Yingluo sniffled and suppressed the grievance surging in her throat, her voice was a little hoarse: "Why do you remember the things in your last life?"