Yao Xu Long Yin

"Xu'er..."

Long Yin, who was drinking wine desperately, suddenly felt palpitations, and then quickly raised his head to look in the direction of the second floor.It turned out that, except for some well-dressed drinkers, there was no one he was thinking about day and night.

But that feeling just now...

Is it really my own illusion?He really felt that for a moment just now, his Xu'er was standing quietly behind him, watching him with a complicated expression.Is it my own hallucination?Xu'er, is it true that once lost, there will be no chance of redemption?Will you come back to me?

He continued to take a sip from the wine jar, Long Yin had a bitter smile on his face.

Not many people noticed this scene, except for the stern man sitting by the window on the second floor and a handsome young man with a frivolous smile on his face not far from the man.

Although the smile hanging on the corner of the young man's mouth felt like a mockery and sarcasm to the secular world.

In the room, Yaoxu was quietly leaning halfway on the bedpost, the expression on her face was unbelievably calm, strangely calm.At least in Qing Hui's eyes, he had never seen the palace master have such an expression.

"Master, do you want to take a bath and change clothes immediately?" At some point, Qing Li had returned, and without anyone's help, she casually picked up a bucket of water while the inn's second brothers and shopkeepers were stunned. The steaming big wooden barrel came in.

"Palace Master?"

The palace lord has always been willful, with a charming laziness and temptation.In the entire Yaoyue Palace, there is no demon who is not willing to be ordered by the palace lord, and fights to get even a glance of favor from the palace lord.

Such a monstrous evildoer who is like a catastrophe to the country, as long as he is willing, the whole world can instantly be full of flames because of him.What's more, the strength of the Palace Master is so unfathomable, enough to make him turn his hands over the entire human world's platter and turn his hands into clouds and rain.Of course, the premise is that his increasingly lazy palace lord has this interest.

"Huh?" When Yaoxu came back to her senses, she saw Qingli staring at her worriedly.Behind the exquisite embroidered screen erected not far away, the curling smoke permeates the air, revealing a trance.

Walking over, under the service of Qinglan, Yaoxu immersed herself in the hot water with a face full of enjoyment.

Although it is not as luxurious as the luxurious bathing pool in Yaoyue Palace, Yaoxu doesn't pay too much attention when she is away from home.Especially at this moment, when she is about to return to the Yunwu Mountain where she grew up, under the hesitation of being a little close to her hometown, how can Yaoxu bother with these trivial matters.

Moreover, what made Yaoxu suddenly panicked because he was unprepared was, why did Long Yin appear here?

This is Jishan City, the only way to go to Yunwu Mountain.Long Yin, shouldn't he be stationed in the upper realm?

He should be the son-in-law of the Dragon Clan now, the most valiant general in the Dragon Clan like the God of War, why did he come to Yunwu Mountain, a small monster mountain?

Flicking the hot water in the bucket, Yaoxu smiled mockingly.

It's been a thousand years, and he is no longer what he used to be. Why should he still think about that man, the man who already belonged to someone else.Didn't he already say that he was going to forget him and start over?

The so-called deep-rooted love, he had already faded away thousands of years ago.

He is a demon, moreover a flower demon, cultivation has become the whole of his life.

As early as when the naughty old man beside the cliff was driven into the Shenji Palace by a gust of wind, the old man told him that his future path must be cold-hearted and heartless.

Because there is a supreme skill in Shenji Palace, although a practitioner's skill can improve rapidly, what is required is to be ruthless and desireless.Although it won't turn into an emotionless ice sculpture after successful cultivation, it is enough to make people calm enough to make people feel terrible, and the emotions and desires are regarded as unnecessary appendages.

When the old man asked him to choose carefully, Yaoxu hesitated for a moment, then picked it up without hesitation.

Now that he has seen through the feelings and despaired, if he can freeze his disappointment and pain for that person, why should he bear it alone.

He Yaoxu has never been a magnanimous person, he must pay back ten times the pain others gave him.

Forgetting the injury that person gave me, isn't it what I hoped most at that time, and there is nothing to hesitate about.

Wasn't the reason why the old man chose to bring himself to Shenji Palace at the beginning because he took a fancy to his cold heart after being hurt by feelings?

"Change." Standing up from the water, Yaoxu Ren Qinglan held a soft silk robe in her hand and gently put it on for him.

With a wave of his hand, an extremely clear water mirror appeared on the dressing table next to the bed, in which was reflected a weak man with an extremely enchanting and graceful figure.However, at this moment, that person who should be flirtatious, now has a cold smile on his face, which is so charming that it makes people tremble.

Walking over, the long silk hem was swaying on the ground, but Yaoxu only looked at the figure in the mirror and sneered ironically.

With his current appearance, that man might not even recognize him.The little flower demon in his eyes might just be a raised pet in the eyes of the distinguished man.How would he know that his dignity was trampled on the soles of his feet by him and that woman, which made him feel so painful.

hate it?Maybe.At least in the leisurely days of living so peacefully for nearly a thousand years, Yaoxu never thought of seeing that man again.

He has been comfortable for too long, and he is no longer willing to turn over old scars for those past pains, and is tired of those feelings.

The scars already existed, and as long as they slowly healed, he would no longer be emotionally disturbed by anyone.

What's wrong with indifference?

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Table overlord even. . . . oo(︶︿︶)o