Yan Baibai's eyes couldn't help but move. In front of her was Xiao Changhen's face, and in her ears was Xiao Changhen's tone and voice.
She recalled the scene before she left five hundred years ago. Xiao Changhen was fixed there. She ran towards him with all her might. She wanted to hug him and say goodbye to him.
She struggled, and he struggled too. They approached each other, then gradually moved away. She saw tears in the corners of his eyes. How could he cry? His favorability was so low...
"I'm sorry, did I make you cry again?"
Yan Baibai blinked, and before the tears in her eyes could flow down her cheeks, they were gently wiped away by Wen Liang's hands.
Yan Baibai came back to her senses at the same time and stepped back suddenly, but a pair of big hands appeared behind her and hugged her tightly in their arms again.
"You're really back, Baibai."
"I can't breathe." Yan Baibai raised her head and saw that her clothes were wet with tears. She said helplessly, "Saint Yuetong, I am Baibai, Yan Baibai, not the Baibai you are talking about."
Yan Baibai sneered: "You are really sorry for the woman named Baibai you mentioned."
He killed without hesitation, and I don't know what's wrong with this guy now.
"That day, I clearly set up soul-binding chains, placed soul-collecting rings, and lit the soul-gathering lamps in the Ghost Crying Cave. But why, after your body died, did your soul immediately dissipate between heaven and earth?"
Yuetong lowered her head and slowly buried her face in Yan Baibai's hair.
"This kind of situation only exists in people who have no attachment to the world. I have lived for thousands of years and have never seen it before."
"The first time I met you, it turned out to be you. You don't have the slightest lingering feeling towards me, towards us. How could you do that without the slightest lingering feeling?"
"It's okay to have hatred. Hatred can turn you into a resentful ghost. Even if you become a resentful ghost, I can turn you back."
"Or is this God's punishment for breaking the oath I made under the sycamore tree?"
"Saint Moon Eyes, you really have the wrong person." Yan Baibai felt helpless, feeling the heat and wetness on his neck. It turned out that big guys could also shed tears?
Under the paulownia tree.
The six unconscious female monks are now much better and have returned to their team.
Only the members of Yanjian Sect looked up at the Wutong tree, but unfortunately, there was a barrier set up above it by Yuetong Saint, so they could not see anything. The powerful pressure was so strong that they could not even fly up to investigate.
The level of cultivation is far too different.
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