Unparalleled Gentleman

Ouyang Shaogong felt that he was dreaming.

He hasn't had a dream for a long time, and this is the only time he dreamed of something other than Xunfang. A huge peach blossom tree moves automatically without wind, and countless peach petals fall.

Although there are few people, the feeling is very warm.

Then the situation changed in an instant, the mountain collapsed, Yinglong fell to the ground, he was demoted to a mortal and lost half of his soul, but the woman who appeared suddenly at that moment made him feel familiar and strange.

She was very much like that peach blossom tree, but rationally told him that there shouldn't be such a person.

In the blink of an eye, the sky and the earth were in an instant, and the man leaning on him was sweating and squinting his eyes, as if he was enjoying it, and the humming that overflowed from his lips was like the most beautiful melody in the world.

Ouyang Shaogong suddenly sank down.

That person's face is very familiar. Not long ago, he sent people like him to the underworld. It shouldn't be. Why did such a weird scene appear? !

Ouyang Shaogong forced himself to open his eyes, but no matter how hard he struggled, he was forced to watch a life he obviously didn't know in this dream, and the sadness and sweetness made him want to cry.

Opening his eyes again, a very familiar figure stood in front of him, with his hands behind his back, his black hair turned into gorgeous hair, Ouyang Shaogong was filled with tears in an instant, he lifted the quilt and got up and buckled his head at the real Ziyin.

"Master!" He said, the sobs in his throat made him unable to speak clearly.

Ziyin looked at the lost and recovered apprentice, his mouth seemed to be opened, but he didn't say anything. After a while, he raised his hand, and the invisible hand helped Ouyang Shaogong up.

Or it should be called Prince Changqin now.

"Go and see him." He said, Prince Changqin's eyes widened, and he suddenly remembered someone, he opened his mouth and looked at the master in front of him in disbelief, and saw his master nodded.

In the next second, he strode out and passed Ling Yue who was walking in.

Flying hair brushed his face, Ling Yue stopped, turned his head to look at his master who was also looking at him, and after a while, he lowered his head, "Master, Ouyang Shaogong..."

"His name is Lin Li." Zi Yin interrupted him, his clear eyes seemed to see through everything, "My No.1 disciple."

Ling Yue froze in place. He wanted to ask why your first disciple was named Lin Li, and his name was Ling Yue. Is there any relationship between them? Is he Lin Li's substitute?

But when he arrived, he just nodded to show that he knew.

After Lingduan stretched out his hand and twisted the last ray of thunder into dust, the thick black cloud above his head trembled, and flew away in the next moment. , I didn’t mention the wrong number, but in the end, the last disaster was resolved.

But who knew, who knew that a mausoleum appeared out of thin air, making him gnash his teeth but couldn't kill him, and finally watched him step into the avenue, and now he couldn't kill him even more, and he had to beg him not to leak the matter.

Well, it didn't say that it secretly made up for Prince Changqin's soul!

As soon as the man in Tsing Yi turned his head, he saw a figure not far away looking at him with tears in his eyes, Ouyang.

Ling Duan stretched out his hand, and saw the man suddenly threw himself into his arms, and crying words sounded from his chest, muffled: "Ah Duan...I'm sorry..."

Ah, it's all right.

It's good to be back, right?

The author has something to say:

Ah, I'm trying so hard to write long...

The last word count left me speechless.

520, I love you guys, what ah!

So the flowering is over~~

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