There is only crispy noodles in the circle [entertainment circle]

The voice was so real that Cheng Lingyun thought for a moment that she had returned to the July [-]th Bookstore.

Cheng Lingyun was a little dazed,

Why is Ming Rong here?

She stared straight at the bead curtain, two maids came out first, raised the bead curtain, and then a young woman came out, with the same face as Ming Rong.

But her temperament is also slightly different from Mingrong's, she is more elegant and luxurious, while Mingrong is arrogant and bright.

Intuition told Cheng Lingyun that the woman in front of him was Ming Rong.

"Xiaoyun." Ming Rong walked over, "What's the matter, it feels like you haven't had a good rest?"

"I……"

Cheng Lingyun suddenly didn't know what to say, so he just said casually: "My sword seems to be missing."

"You're always so forgetful."

Mingrong lowered his head and gave some instructions to the maid beside him, the maid complied, turned around and went behind the bead curtain, and then took out a sword.

"How can such an important thing be thrown around?"

The maid walked up to Cheng Lingyun, saluted, and presented the sword. Cheng Lingyun took the sword and found that there was a gap on the sword, which looked as if it had been smashed not long ago.

Cheng Lingyun suddenly remembered the attack by the Golden Crow before she fell into a coma. At that time, the horizontal grinding sword buzzed, and she felt that she was severely injured. She felt it was damaged about three inches from the tip of the sword.

Could it be that she is dreaming?

"This gap..."

Ming Rong shook his head: "I've inquired about the gap for you. It's extraordinary to sharpen a sword horizontally. I'm afraid this gap won't be filled. If you really want to fill this gap, another way is to melt the sword and re-smelt it." , but the Hengmojian has been out for at least three years, and I don't feel relieved if you don't have the Hengmojian by your side."

Cheng Lingyun said: "Maybe there is another way."

Mingrong suddenly had a cold face: "What other way? Is it important to sharpen the sword or you? Do you think you can escape from death every time like the last time?"

Cheng Lingyun said, "I'm not going out anymore."

Ming Rong was taken aback.

Cheng Lingyun didn't know why he said such words suddenly, but he saw Ming Rong staring at her blankly with tears in his eyes.

"I'm afraid you're kidding me."

Mingrong's expression didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "The world outside is so big. Although you are a woman, you are just like a man. Your ambitions are everywhere. Why are you willing to stay in the capital?"

Cheng Lingyun said: "I will."

She raised her head and looked at Ming Rong with extremely firm eyes.

"In my life, besides my father, the only person I'm sorry for is you. I have already lost my father, and I don't want to be without you again."

Mingrong bowed his head: "Stop talking."

The maids beside her had retreated at some point, Cheng Lingyun walked over and gently hugged Ming Rong's shoulders.

She didn't understand why telling Ming Rong what she thought made her so sad.

Mingrong leaned gently on her shoulder, smelling faintly of makeup.

"But I don't want to be disappointed anymore."

Ming Rong said softly: "The first time you say this, I'm waiting for you, the second time you say this, I'm still waiting for you... Every time I'm full of hope, but You're always leaving for various things."

Cheng Lingyun did not speak.

Mingrong said: "If there is a next life, I hope that you will wait for me."

A needle-like pain came from her heart, and then magnified countless times, and quickly spread throughout her body. Cheng Lingyun's whole body seemed to be cut by a giant blade, and also seemed to be burned by fire. She suddenly pushed Mingrong away, Spit a mouthful of blood foam on the ground!

"Boss Cheng!"

A familiar cry came, and Cheng Lingyun closed his eyes because of the severe pain. Hearing the sound, he reluctantly opened his eyes again.

There were two anxious figures in front of him: "Mr. Cheng, how are you doing?"

"Cheng family girl, are you okay?"

"you……"

Cheng Lingyun struggled to prop himself up from the ground and sat up: "Where's Mingrong?"

"Mingrong?" Xiao Shengsheng looked around, "What's wrong with Mingrong?"

At this moment, Cheng Lingyun managed to see the surroundings clearly. She was still in the main hall of Wu Xian's tomb, there were no attics and bead curtains at all, and there was no shadow of Ming Rong.

She closed her eyes and took a breath for a moment.

In my mind, a voice suddenly sounded.

That's what Mingrong told her just now——

"If there is a next life, I hope that you will wait for me."

You must wait for me, and I will definitely save you.

When Cheng Lingyun opened his eyes again, even the traces of the pain were gone.

Xiao Shengsheng took out gauze to bandage her wound, while Zhong Qin stood aside, jumping happily around the unconscious ghost car, kicking the ghost car from time to time.

"Dead quail, blood debt!"

When Xiao heard the sound, he quickly turned around: "Hey, don't wake her up!"

"I know!"

After Zhong Qin finished speaking, he kicked the ghost car again.

Xiao Shengsheng: "...I don't want to talk about you anymore."

She helped Cheng Lingyun bandage the wound, and helped her stand up: "Mr. Cheng, where is the Golden Crow? Did you trick the Golden Crow into it with the pieces of the Yu Lan basin and our blood?"

Golden Crow...

Cheng Lingyun picked up the horizontal grinding sword and looked around, only to discover another unexpected thing——

Jinwu disappeared.