"But I think I'm very good!" Tang Ying's beautiful eyes were filled with laughter, and the blue demon fire flickered at her fingertips.

Beilong sighed: "Do you know if you have a very bad habit. The more you are in a mess, the faster the demon fire jumps."

Tang Ying's heart trembled, and the demon fire trembled: He even knew this? Who was me in his previous life?

"Since you think you are good, I'm relieved." Beilong stood up and smiled: "I'm disturbed, say goodbye."

As the saying goes, the forced melon is not sweet. Although he is willing to help Tang Ying, the premise is that Tang Ying is willing to be helped by him.

To put it bluntly, this is a matter of trust.

Beilong could not let Tang Ying believe in a stranger she met for the first time in such a major life choice.

He also knows Tang Ying very well. Tang Ying doesn't want to believe him. No matter how much he says he is, it's all the same.

When he walked out of Wuhua Cave, he heard Tang Ying's faint voice from the cave behind him from afar:

"You have not been born, but you are old.

"You hate me for being born late, and I hate me for being born early.

"Don't go once, love is a hundred years old..."

When he reached this point, Tang Ying's voice stopped abruptly, just like a kite in the sky broke its string and floated wherever it was.

Beilong sighed softly and continued her last sentence with a tiny voice that only he could hear:

"There is no trace in spring dream, how many flowers will fall."

Suddenly, a flower appeared in front of me, and the fragrance came, and the red phantom was floating in front of me. Tang Ying's beautiful eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, looking at Bei Long intently: "What did you say just now, can you say it again?"

Bei Long was shocked and subconsciously looked back at the Wuhua Cave. From where he was standing at this moment, it could be at least fifty meters from the place where he was standing at the Wuhua Cave. He was speaking deliberately and quietly just now. He did not recite poems loudly like Tang Ying, and how could Tang Ying hear such a far distance and such a small sound?

"Is this Di Tinger?" Bei Long suddenly thought about it, really didn't expect that Di Tinger was so powerful.

"Yes, Diting's ear has five levels of realms - ants moving, silence, silence, heaven listening, and Mingling." Two red clouds rose on Tang Ying's pretty face, and her voice was tender and like water: "Guess which level I'm now?"

Bei Long was silent. Of course, he didn't know which level Tang Ying was now, otherwise he would not have been caught by Tang Ying.

A short poem that Tang Ying just recited was actually from the Tang Dynasty's "Twenty-one poems written by Tongguan Kiln Porcelain, and the author is unknown.

The original poem only has the first four sentences: You have not been born, but you are old. You hate me when you are born late, but I hate you when you are born early.

As for the next four sentences, it was probably continued by Tang Ying himself. That's what Bei Long thought before.

In the end of the world, Beilong and Tang Ying had the opposite hobbies. Beilong did not drink alcohol, and Tang Ying did not smoke.

When the two were chatting together, it was very strange that Bei Long kept smoking and Tang Ying kept drinking.

It’s nothing to toast with Bei Long with cigarettes. Tang Ying often ends up drinking, but Tang Ying’s wine is very good. She will neither be confused after drinking nor go crazy with wine, so she will only recite poems continuously.

Moreover, Tang Ying only recited these eight sentences back and forth, and she was very devoted to her emotions every time, and she was so heartbroken that she rolled on the ground with tears in her face.

After hearing so much, Bei Long naturally remembered it. Besides, these sentences were all easy to understand.

As for the background of the subsequent four sentences of this poem, Bei Long did not ask Tang Ying. Everyone has their own secrets. If Tang Ying wants to say it, she will naturally tell him. If she doesn't want to say it, it will be useless if he asks no matter how much he asks.

Just now, he heard Tang Ying recite the poem again, but only recited the first six sentences, and he continued his feelings for a moment.

But unexpectedly, he got into trouble. Bei Long felt a little panicked now, and always felt that Tang Ying changed suddenly!

"Yes, you must be unable to guess!" Tang Ying suddenly laughed: "When you left, I was just the first floor!"

When I left, you were just the first level? Beilong was in a bad mood: Was I reborn or you traveled through time?

Wait a moment! Bei Long suddenly woke up - Tang Ying treats me as another person, right?

And looking at Tang Ying’s meaning, this poem was not continued by her, but actually it comes from that person!

Could that person be her man? But what Bei Long learned is that Tang Ying is a century-old saint who has never married in her life!

"You... know who I am?" Bei Long asked subconsciously. He was curious about who Tang Ying regarded him as.

Tang Ying pursed her cherry lips and raised her hand to gently pull her hair that was blown by the mountain wind behind her ears: "I didn't know it, but now I know it."

Beilong blinked: "What if I told you, I might not be the one you thought?"

"I know you will not admit it, you will never admit it." Tang Ying's eyes were filled with spring water and the sound of honey: "Aunt!"

aunt?

Beilong was shocked. He seemed to know something amazing!

If Tang Ying said that this poem came from the man she liked, Bei Long would not be surprised at all: Who is not a girl?

But the problem is...

aunt!

Although this is just two short words, an ordinary title contains a bit of information...

He sighed deeply, Beilong was a rare serious and serious person: "I'm sorry, you recognized the wrong person!"

Tang Ying looked like "I knew you would say that", and she smiled and wanted to come to Rabelong's hand:

"Yes, yes, I recognized the wrong person!"

Beilong instantly got goosebumps and quickly took a step back: "I'm disturbed, say goodbye!"

"Wait a minute!" Seeing Beilong's expression, Tang Ying bit her cherry lips, hesitated for a moment and finally made a difficult decision. She instantly returned to her previous grandmother of the Tang clan: "I'm sorry, young hero, I think I recognized the wrong person. It's because I missed my deceased aunt too much, so please forgive me.

"Also, you are right, I'm not good now. I have practiced the magical skill [Divine Art] inherited by our Tang Sect since I was a child. I have been stuck in one level for a full eighty years. Recently, I finally felt that the level has loosened, but I went astray when I was rushing to the level. Fortunately, you, young man, appeared in time!"

Speaking of this, Tang Ying looked at Bei Long sincerely: "I don't know what to do. Can you ask the young hero to help me?"

I have changed from an aunt to a young hero again? Bei Long looked at Tang Ying carefully and saw that she seemed to be no longer infatuated... In fact, everything seemed to be under his control except that he was mistakenly recognized as Tang Ying's aunt. Besides, he came this time to help Tang Ying overcome the difficulties.

After pondering for two seconds, Beilong nodded: "If you can trust me, of course I can help you."

Tang Ying curled a charming smile at the corner of her mouth: "I can trust you, young hero, let's go back to the cave first!"
Chapter completed!