Luo Ran'er spoke up loudly, "That's right, I do have selfish motives, and my selfish motive is you."
Tears instantly streamed down her face. She shoved Chunyu Xunfeng hard, opened the door, and rushed outside.
The Taoists of the Wandao Sect were all stunned, looking at Chunyu Xunfeng with teasing eyes.
"Xunfeng, why aren't you chasing after him?"
Chunyu Xunfeng looked around and his face instantly turned red. He never expected that Luo Ran'er would have such feelings for him. But, to the heavens and the earth, he hadn't!
However, with elders watching him from all sides, Chunyu Xunfeng couldn't stay any longer. He bowed to everyone around him and hurriedly left.
On the sofa.
Bei Yusheng watched Luo Ran'er and Chunyu Xunfeng run away, then silently lowered his head.
I also remember a girl who had a deep love for him.
He picked up the mirror and looked at the beautiful face reflected in it—it was hers.
Her delicate features, set against his masculine frame, added a touch of ruggedness and charm.
He strongly suspected that it was she who was coming to find him.
After all, it was he who personally burned that section of wisteria root.
“I will live on in your place,” he said to the wisteria roots burning in the flames.
For the first two years of her recovery, he actually kept that section of tree root.
Only after experiencing ugliness do people realize how precious beauty is. With the same body but a beautiful face, his life became much smoother. Countless nights, he stared blankly at the trunk of the wisteria tree, wondering if she would want this face back if she woke up one day.
If she can get a face transplant once, she can probably get one a second or third.
Will she control him? Will she think that because he has her face, she can do whatever she wants to him?
He thought about it a lot, a lot.
Finally, I made up my mind: let's burn the tree roots!
She is so powerful that if she wanted to harm him, she only needed to think about it. However, if he wanted to harm her, he only had this one chance. The two of them are not equal.
Therefore, he decisively asked a friend at the crematorium to cremate that section of wisteria root with the highest level of funeral rites.
His friend, holding the tree root, looked utterly astonished. "You're going to burn a piece of wood and then hold a funeral for it? Are you crazy?"
That's my wife!
"Are you crazy? No way, is being a celebrity that stressful?"
The pressure of living is truly immense. He felt somewhat lost. In fact, sometimes, even when he was gazing at the spotlight, he had felt confused, wondering if it was what he truly wanted.
The only thing he was certain of was that he didn't want those days at all.
The wisteria tree roots were burned to ashes, and he put the ashes in a small box and then brought all sorts of talismans from Wandao Mountain and Foguang Temple to stick on them.
Deep down, he was actually afraid of her.
He had imagined her coming, by which time he would probably be very old, and she would ask him, "Why did you do this?" He would honestly tell her that it was because he was afraid of going back to the past.
He had high hopes, but what he hadn't expected was that she would return so quickly, in just a few short years.
The door banged open, interrupting his reverie.
"They're here!"
The Taoist priest in the room shouted loudly and began to stand in an orderly manner according to various directions, his eyes fixed intently on the doorway.
The lights in the room began to flicker, and the paintings on the wall trembled as if they might fall off at any moment.
Bei Yusheng stood up from the sofa, her eyes fixed on the door. What was bound to happen had finally arrived.
twenty three
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