The night gradually darkened, and a thin cool breeze blew quietly, not caring about Ye Ning's mood.【】

The coolness was the wind, and it was Ye Ning's heart. He thought about Rong Chulin's words over and over again, and he was so confused for a moment that he didn't even notice when Rong Chulin left.

For Leng Peiran, the arrival of the envoy from Binglang Palace is definitely a great fate, and it may even change his life. But is this change good? From now on, she is no longer her, even if she stands

What's the point of being high in the clouds, looking down on all living beings indifferently? No, no! He must stop her!

He glanced at the attic halfway up the mountain, hidden in the night mist, like a bright beast, devouring Ye Ning's heart with big mouthfuls, making him afraid to get close. The silence all over the mountain made him hesitate.

A crescent moon rose quietly, Ye Ning's anger gradually extinguished, and an inexplicable sadness suddenly arose in his heart. He didn't know what to do, as if he was like a child, at a loss. In terms of emotions, he had never been good at it.

The girl from the Mu family was like this, and so is Leng Peiran now.

He squatted down in pain, held his head in his hands, and pulled his black hair.

I don't know how long it took, but the night wind brought a refreshing fragrance, which was a little calm and a little familiar. Ye Ning felt at ease and raised his head. Sure enough, it was Leng Peiran standing in front of him with a face filled with pity.

"Come - follow me."

Ye Ning was held tightly by her and walked forward in the empty mountain street.

There was no one around, and the night was very quiet. At this moment, it was as if time had suddenly turned back. He was that young and ignorant lonely boy, and she held his hand persistently and brought him into a shelter that could protect him from the wind and rain.

Place. Ye Ning's heart was extremely excited. At this moment, he was not the monk who killed the seventh-level poisonous fire scorpion king alone, nor was he a lone traveler who went against the will of heaven. He was just the little lover in her hand.

Not far away, the lights of the attic were faintly visible. Ye Ning's heart was beating very fast. Behind him, two rows of green lotus trees were meandering in the dark night, burning like fire. He held Leng Peiran's hand tightly, afraid that she would leave, but also afraid

She didn't leave. Leng Peiran shook his hand back and gave him a firm smile.

This was Ye Ning's first time walking into Leng Peiran's attic. After just one glance, she felt happy in her heart.

The attic is made entirely of wood, including stairs, fences, window lattice... a light woody fragrance is constantly exuding. Lifting the bead curtain, it is Leng Peiran's boudoir. It is not as prosperous as imagined, with simple decoration, but ironed

Human heart. There is a pot of "Golden Chrysanthemum" on the windowsill. It blooms just right. The huge flowers look like the face of a beautiful woman.

"Sit down." Leng Peiran smiled gently and made him a cup of spiritual tea.

"Xiaoran, I've heard everything about you." After drinking half a cup of tea, Ye Ning finally said, "No matter what you choose, I won't blame you."

Leng Peiran smiled and said: "Fool, how do you want me to choose?"

"Me? I just want you to be yourself, practice happily, and live happily."

"Happiness? Happiness?" Leng Peiran repeated two sentences and said: "Watching you fighting with Master for me, I felt moved and distressed at the same time. At that moment, my eyes were blurred with tears, and I thought, this is mine

Man, the man that I, Leng Peiran, like! But why did you hesitate? Do you not believe in yourself? Or do you not believe in me? "
Chapter completed!