I overturned the car after being scumbag

Jiang Yuanhan did not see Yi Mengchou in the Fahua Palace, but saw her beside a cliff.

At that time, the little fox was sitting on the cliff, wondering why he was looking for the other party by himself. When he turned around, he found a figure from the back lying on the stone table.

Wearing a monk's robe, clean and tidy, it looks a little old, and her long hair is tied up in a hat. It is almost impossible to see the hair if you don't look carefully.The whole face was buried in his arms, if it wasn't for the green ant wine poured around, Jiang Yuanhan would hardly think it was her.

Jiang Yuanhan watched from the side for a while, unable to connect her with Yi Mengchou in his mind.He stood up and tidied up his sleeves, sat down on the opposite side of her, moved the half jug of wine in her hand over in a logical manner, and said casually: "You don't seem to drink this kind of sour wine at all... Forget it, this time and that time."

He was talking to himself a little bit, and he didn't expect the drunken monk in front of him to respond.

But the little nun who hadn't shaved her hair was really woken up by him, she looked at him in a daze without worry, and didn't come back to her senses for a long time, before saying: "...Why is it you."

Jiang Yuanhan froze for a moment: Didn't you say you lost your memory?

He glanced at the other person's face that hadn't changed much, feeling a little dazed, but he continued with the unclear conversation: "What's wrong with me?"

"It seems that I fell asleep again." Wuyou held his chin, first looked at Jiang Yuanhan, and then looked at the background of the mountains behind Jiang Yuanhan, the geese flying far away flew across the clear sky, "You are always with me Come drunk."

Jiang Mojun didn't understand, he was a little confused, but in order to show his deep city, so he didn't ask any questions, just listened inscrutablely, his mind was spinning quickly, and reassessed the situation - what should he do? She doesn't sleepwalk, and she won't sleepwalk so far to see Yi Mengchou, so the other party hasn't seen her since she became a monk.

That's the little nun's problem.

At this moment, there is no disagreement, no threat of force, Jiang Yuanhan has also let go of old grievances, let go of being forced to fight by this drunk lunatic so many times, let go of his aura, and completely revealed himself True and stubborn character.

"I've never seen you." He refused to even cheat, and changed his previous serious sitting posture, poured a glass of wine lazily, without asking if he agreed, "I didn't come here because I was drunk , It was you who dreamed of me when you were drunk."

Wuyou stared at him, wondering why his lines were wrong today, but she thought for a while and said, "Then why don't I dream about others? There must be something different about you from others."

Jiang Yuanhan asked more questions: "The answer to why, you should ask yourself, why is it not that you have hidden secrets in your heart?"

The conversation between the two was not nutritious, it could be said that they were children bickering, but one lost his memory so much that he didn't know who he was, while the other was happy to continue this kind of bickering conversation.

Wuyou was taken aback by the word "secret", and almost blurted out "How do you know", but after all, she also practiced Buddhism in the Bodhi Holy Land for a while, and she didn't understand anything else, but the concentration is real It's much better, at this moment, he choked his words and looked at the other party intently.

Jiang Yuanhan felt chills down his spine: "...what's wrong?"

"I have no secret." The little nun straightened her mitral hat and turned her head away. "I didn't go there either."

Of course you don't have a past, you don't remember anything, you... Jiang Yuanhan went on logically, but his thoughts suddenly stopped, because he found himself acquiescing to the saying "there is no past".

"But I always dream about you."

Jiang Yuanhan's heart skipped a beat, he always felt that he, a married man, could only end up being caught and raped under this situation, but after thinking about it, he had reported it again, and with his family status, Da Fenghuang Only to feel wronged with him...

He thought about it, and this thought couldn't stop the car a little bit. While worrying whether Zhengdao Sword Cultivator would mind such specious words, he also washed his mind, consciously standing upright and being strong without desire.

He didn't have any other ideas, but his mind began to follow Li Fengqi's position, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that it was not the case. The so-called gentleman should not stand under a dangerous wall. In the past, Jiang Yuanhan was the most picky about the word "gentleman". It can actually become an auxiliary of the code of conduct.

So, Jiang Mojun moved the stone bench a few steps away with a blank expression, and said: "Worriless: "...?"

"Don't say we have a bad relationship, even if we have a good relationship, we have to keep a distance."

Wuyou was stunned for a moment, and said: "I have a bad relationship with you...?"

Even to the extent of talking face-to-face, Wuyou still thinks that this is his drunken dream, and the person in front of him appears again and again in the dream, but it is hard to catch up with and catch him. The shadow of her haunted her like a midnight nightmare.

But this kind of entanglement is not frightening and disgusting, but makes her have a faint expectation.It's like the water plants under the center of the lake are wrapped around the neck of the person who wants to die, and he doesn't even have the desire to float up.So this little nun, who has just entered Buddhism, often sneaks out to boil acidic wine, and the froth around the wine is dense, like ants circling around.

She washed off the froth, obviously she had never drank wine in her memory, but she still felt that this wine was of the limitless quality, but no matter how bad its taste was, Wuyou had an addictive hobby - she couldn't tell if it was wine, Or to the shadow of that drunken man.

He was too drunk today, which made him go back and say so many things.

The little nun didn't know if she really listened to him, and she didn't know if she took the other person's words into her heart. Perhaps in her eyes, only the action of "he talked to me" carried specific meaning, while the others She could pretend not to hear her sad words.

So when Jiang Yuanhan explained to her why the relationship between the two was not good, he found that this person didn't listen at all, but looked at him on the table, and suddenly said: "I always feel that I have been waiting for something people."

She averted her eyes, and her Taoist body, which is used to drinking fine wine, could originally dispel the power of alcohol, but now her cultivation base is completely crippled, and her realm does not exist. She is just a sweeping monk in a mortal temple. Kong Luo touched his waist, but he didn't know what was supposed to be hanging there, and he didn't know where the soft whip called "Hundred Flowers Killer" went.

Wuyou is actually not Wuyou, she is full of emptiness and desolation, but part of her soul seems to have been severely torn apart. While she is incompatible with the Buddhist temple, there is only such a place of refuge .

Jiang Yuanhan didn't interrupt her.

"I should be waiting for you." She said, "But why am I waiting for you?"

She had been wondering about this sentence for a long time, but no matter how confused she was, she didn't even know the name of the person in the dream.But the feeling of facing Jiang Yuanhan is so familiar, as if she has faced him like this many times, countless times... Can't catch up, push further and further away.

Jiang Yuanhan held his chin and thought for a while: "You ask me, how do I know."

But Wuyou just ignored his voice, as if what he said and did was not important, what was important was his existence itself.

This idea is more or less ingrained with a deep-rooted feeling of obsession.

"Every time I see your back, even in a dream, I think I should catch up, but I can't catch up, you disappear too fast. After I passed through the reeds, you disappeared."

"..." Jiang Yuanhan faintly understood that it might not be herself that she was full of persistence, maybe it was just such a symbol of pursuit.Wuyou Xianjun has been chasing after him all his life, no matter how carefree the Jiuxian is, he will be reduced to dust and dust rolling under the wheel, and become a person who is ordained next to the ancient Buddha.

"I'm very happy that you talked to me today." The little nun continued on her own, "but what are you here for?"

Jiang Yuanhan paused for a moment, and said, "I'm here to seek revenge."

Now it was Wuyou's turn to be stunned.

"We have enmity, but you don't remember it." Jiang Yuanhan said, "But if you don't remember it, can it be wiped out?"

Wuyou thought for a while: "It really can't."

"I should have killed you."

The other party was not afraid, but heaved a sigh of relief: "Then I finally know what I'm waiting for."

She didn't notice that Jiang Yuanhan's term was "should".

The eyes of the two met again, and this time neither of them spoke first, the foam in the glass fluctuated, rising and falling, and the wind blowing over the cliff stirred up the falling petals.

While the breeze was blowing, she straightened her monk clothes and closed her eyes.

At this time, it is hard to say whether Wuyou realizes that this is reality, or whether she has long been addicted to the dream, day and night, never looking back.

She could feel the air of reality squeezed in little by little. This seemingly harmless old man in the dream was indeed full of murderous aura and sharp edges, but she waited for a while, but still didn't feel the pain that pierced her skin.

Instead, he waited until a painful knock on the head.

The little nun covered her forehead with her hand, and when she looked up, there was no one in front of her eyes, only the petals and broken leaves falling in the air.

The sound of the wind is slightly rolling, and the wine is slightly rippling.

The world of mortals is like an abyss.

It's time to wake up.

Jiang Yuanhan had 1 reasons to kill her, and only one reason not to.

What right does a little nun, who has no strength to bind a chicken, have to stain his knife with blood.Jiang Mojun's pickiness went deep into his bones, and he was full of disgust for every inch of his incompetent body.

He left the cliff, gazed at the highest peak of the Bodhi Holy Land for a while, collected his thoughts, and was about to pick up Li Fengqi, who was drinking tea with the Bodhisattva, when he turned his head and saw the black mist surrounding him.

A dense fog surged in front of my eyes: "You didn't do anything?"

Jiang Yuanhan was expressionless, raised his hand and submerged into the black mist of nothingness, and his devilish energy tightened his grip on the things in the mist: "You like to watch me kill people?"

The mist lingers and dissipates, and the object in his hand also shows its shape. It is a stiff arm. It is not known where it was put together, only an arm.

And the arm was also released afterwards, submerged in the black mist again, not giving Jiang Yuanhan a chance to tear this thing into pieces.

The mist swirls and expands.

"I thought that Yi Mengchou was bound to die." He said, "I didn't expect her to survive from a desperate situation. This is just living like this, and it is no different from death."

The tone stopped.

"Also, I don't like to watch killing people, I just like to watch you."

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