There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Han Shu woke up from the drowsy nap, only felt that there seemed to be something strange around him, as if someone had been here before.

However, looking around, he found that there was no one in the carriage.

It was all just his illusion.

When Han Shu was distracted, he heard voices outside and the carriage under him also stopped, so he opened the curtain and walked out.

Fairy Qionghua had already got out of the car and was stopped by everyone, Hanshu glanced at her, saw her scratching her ears and scratching her cheek anxiously, and couldn't help but smile.

But he didn't stop those servants from stopping Fairy Qionghua, surrounded by the crowd under Fairy Qionghua's astonished eyes, and went to the teahouse ahead.

Fairy Qionghua was stopped outside.

This teahouse stands abruptly on the side of the road, as if it was specially set up to welcome Han Shu. After entering, the interior of the teahouse is exquisitely decorated, but there are no people there, only countless curtains to cover it.

The wind blows from the window, and the curtains are raised and lowered leisurely, which has a sense of elegance and leisure.

None of the four words Fengya leisurely has anything to do with the devil world, but the only thing that Hanshu can associate with it... is the young man who went to Nantianmen.

He walked around several curtains, and sure enough, he saw a familiar figure in the depths of the teahouse. The young man had prepared refreshments and seemed to be waiting for him for a long time.

Hanshu smiled slightly, opened the curtain and finished the work on the seat in front of the young man, without saying a word, first took a sip of the tea in front of him, and said: "I'll let you wait."

You made Ye Qinghe slightly startled, the calmness on his face almost couldn't be maintained, he lowered his head slightly when pouring tea, adjusted his facial expression, and then raised his head to look at Hanshu again.

Hanshu in front of him was dressed in black, which was quite different from the two of them. The warmth in his eyes had turned into indifference.

"It didn't take long." Ye Qinghe suppressed all the turmoil in his heart, and said something nonchalantly, looked up and saw that Hanshu's cup was empty, reached out to take the cup, filled it, and pushed it back to Hanshu in front of the eyes.

This series of movements was done like flowing clouds and flowing water, without seeing anything outside at all, but Hanshu felt a little uncomfortable. He had complicated feelings for the new devil king. After touching his nose, he said: "Since the devil king has already put me Bring it here, you might as well cut to the chase, and speak up if you have something to say."

However, Ye Qinghe didn't look up, and put the kettle aside, then looked up at Hanshu: "Don't call me Mojun, I told you my name."

Hanshu was stunned: "Xiao...Xiaoye?"

Only then did Ye Qinghe show a smile, and waved to the side. A person walked out from behind the misty curtain, and stretched out his hand to close the white curtain, revealing Wenqu Xingjun behind him.

Wenqu Xingjun was still wearing a black Xingjun suit, and he looked fine, sitting on the bed in a daze.

It's just that there seems to be an enchantment between this room and that room. Mr. Wenqu Xing didn't hear the conversation here, and he didn't look back here.

After only letting Hanshu take a quick glance, Ye Qinghe put the curtain down again: "Wenqu Xingjun is fine, I can let him go back to the heaven, but there is only one condition, I hope Hanshu Xianjun agrees." .”

Up until now, the devil's attitude was pretty good, so Hanshu asked patiently: "What conditions?"

"You stay." After Ye Qinghe said this sentence, he was not very confident that Hanshu would agree, so he added another sentence: "How is it?"

When he said the first sentence, he was still very imposing, but after adding that sentence, his aura immediately disappeared without a trace. Hanshu frowned and looked at him, after all, he still wanted to say something in his heart for a long time, but he didn't say anything Said it out: "Although I don't know what kind of entanglement we had with the past in your heart, but I don't remember it at all. There is still a saying in the world called a twisted melon is not sweet. You are the master of the demon world. You shouldn't understand this truth, right?"

These words made Ye Qinghe pause, and after a long silence, he finally clenched his fist and looked up at Hanshu: "Is this what you want to say to me? If you forget it, you can pretend nothing happened?"

Ye Qing and Yin Yin earnestly tried every means to call Hanshu to the Demon Realm, just wanted to hear an answer from him. When Hanshu left him and left without saying goodbye, he didn't care about it, and Hanshu turned his head and forgot him. Now, feelings can always be reconnected.

When he was reborn with the body of the Soul Gathering Grass, didn't he also forget about Hanshu?

Since Hanshu is willing to wait, he is also willing to wait.

But what he is most afraid of is that Han Shu's sentence will not count.

Forget it, don't count.

Ye Qinghe's heart ached uncontrollably, he didn't know how much effort he spent to look at Hanshu with calm eyes.

Han Shu only felt his heart being burned, and he didn't know what it was like. He subconsciously didn't want to look directly into the boy's eyes, so he turned his head to one side.

Seeing Hanshu's evasive attitude, Ye Qinghe felt even more heartbroken, but asked again calmly: "Then what do you mean, what you said before, don't count?"

Hanshu's heart was also in a mess. He subconsciously felt that if he continued, there must be something that could not be changed. There was always a voice in his heart to stop him from continuing like this. That sentence that was said—but what is forgotten is unimportant.

not important.

These four words were fascinated by Han Shu like a nightmare, he was silent for a moment, finally swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and said: "What can be forgotten must be unimportant, since it is unimportant, naturally it cannot be taken seriously. "

Not important, not serious.

Ye Qinghe suddenly raised his hand and covered his chest.

There, the pain was unbearable.

"Hehe...so...so...so it's not important." Ye Qinghe chuckled softly, but his voice was full of grief and despair.

Han Shu was taken aback by the change in his momentum, his body tensed slightly, and he looked at Ye Qinghe warily.

Ye Qinghe didn't look at him anymore, but stood up directly from where he was, turned his back to Hanshu, and said in a quiet and cold voice, "The barrier can only block sight and sound, go and lead people by yourself."

After finishing speaking, he turned around and walked outside the small building.

After Hanshu was slightly stunned, he realized that he was talking about the enchantment that locked Wenqu Xingjun, so he quickly stood up, looked at Ye Qinghe's back, and wanted to say something.

He knew that his own words caused Ye Qinghe's reaction, but in his heart, the two were just strangers, even if there was something in the past that he could forget so completely, it shouldn't be a deep entanglement.

But the other party just looked like he was heartbroken, as if he had done something outrageous.