There is a grass in front of Xianjun's gate

Hanshu's hands trembled even more, and he didn't even notice that the green flames got into his arms.

He opened the letter paper, only to see the words at the beginning: it is better to see the words than to see them.

Hanshu burst out laughing, no one would write a letter in such a way, but after thinking about it for a while, he understood what Ji He really wanted to say behind these words.

Seeing words... how can it compare to seeing people.

Words are like words, they are all deceptive.

The more Hanshu laughed, the more he felt pain in his heart. He looked down, but saw that the green flame finally recognized his identity, and was pulling off his skirt by himself, trying to penetrate into his chest.

When the flame touched the skin, there was a slight burning sensation.

However, it couldn't resist Han Shu's gradually aching heart.

He skipped over that line and continued to read.

"Zixi, I know that something must have happened to me when you saw this letter. The purpose of writing this letter is to tell you that I used inappropriate means to steal your heart from you. Stealing away from my side, now thousands of years have passed, the relationship between you and me is not as good as before, I can't bear to watch your heart beating beside me every day, but I can't return to my body, and I can't watch you being crushed by this moment. My heart that was dug out of the body was restrained everywhere. When I wrote the letter, I only had one vague idea in my heart. Reluctant and nostalgic made me unable to make up my mind right away, but I thought, when you read this letter, I must have made a decision."

"I want to tell you more than that, but I always feel that writing on paper is worse than telling you the truth and sincerity in person, so I decided to tell you in person..."

The letter was very short, and Hanshu read it quickly.

At this time, the green flame had already poked its head into his chest, probably seeing the fake heart in his body, the flame shot without hesitation and crushed the fake heart.

Hanshu's body jerked suddenly, and he felt a sweet smell in his throat, and a mouthful of blood was about to gush out uncontrollably.

However, he forcibly swallowed the blood back, just as he was forbearing now, only a little overflowed from the corner of his lips.

Hanshu stretched out his hand, and pushed the half of the flame that was still outside, the little flame entered Hanshu's body instantly, and the fake heart was not torn off by the flame, but directly entered by Hanshuen Go, trapped by a fake heart, and can't get out no matter what.

The flames screamed in Hanshu's chest, and Hanshu was in severe pain, so he grabbed the letter paper in his hand, but when he lowered his head, he suddenly found that there were words on the back of the letter paper, he turned the letter paper over, and found that the writing on the back was heart, The color is black and red, and I don't know what it was written with.

"Ever since I learned from the Taishang Laojun that you will be rooted in me, I have been terrified every day, lest I be involved in an accident and you are involved. Now I am not [-]% sure about what I am going to do, and I may not be able to come back, so Attach your roots to your heart, and if you accept it, take it back together with your roots, and from now on, life and death have nothing to do with you or me."

You and I have nothing to do with life or death.

These six words are as heavy as a mountain, pressing hard into the bottom of Hanshu's heart.

At this time, the green flame that was forced into the body by Hanshu was dissatisfied with being bound by a fake heart, and began to struggle desperately inside. Hanshu's heart hurt more, and a certain sense of resistance was born deep in his body.

The green fire crow was forced to a corner, Huo Miao'er was tightly bound by the fake heart, and the wooden whiskers came from the depths of the heart, intending to trap Huo Miao into the depths of the heart.

The fierce collision caused Hanshu a lot of pain. He grabbed the letter paper and held his heart tightly. He couldn't tell whether it was the pain from the fusion of real and fake hearts, or the pain from reading the letter.

But starting today, he is alone, and he will never be involved with anyone again, and will never share life and death with anyone.

He hasn't even had time to get back his own memory, why is he so sad?

No matter how much Han Shu asked himself, he couldn't find a definite answer, but his heart was gradually assimilated in pain, and the green flame penetrated into every corner of the fake heart, making it have a real beating again.

Some thoughts in his mind became more and more clear. For example, there was a young man named Ji He who stood beside him and called him teacher with burning eyes.

Years later, he stood by the abyss and made him believe him.

……

I don't know how long it took, the pain in Hanshu's body gradually disappeared, and the heartbeat in his chest became more real and powerful, and at the same time, he became more aware of one thing.

It doesn't matter whether the memory is restored or not.

He knew what Ji He said was true.

Because this person, before becoming Ye Qinghe, had already appeared by his side.

Looking at the crumpled letter paper in the palm of his hand, Hanshu smiled wryly, why did he always wake up at such a time.

Turning around and taking a look at the empty wooden box, Hanshu got up suddenly, grabbed the letter paper in his hands, got up and walked out.

He knew what Ji He was doing, and he was going to help him!

But who knows, as soon as the door was pushed open, a figure that shouldn't be here was seen outside the room.

Hanshu's footsteps suddenly took two steps back, and he said in astonishment: "Jade, Jade Emperor..."

"You still know who I am." The Jade Emperor asked coldly, "Where are you going?"

Hanshu cautiously wanted to stay away from the Jade Emperor, but out of the corner of his eye, he saw Princess Changping standing behind the Jade Emperor, who seemed to be restrained by something, and shook his head at Hanshu worriedly.

Hanshu paused for a moment, and suddenly changed his words when he was on the verge of speaking: "I want to go back to the Heavenly Palace, the Demon Lord has already returned my heart to me, there is no need for me to go to the Demon Realm."

The Jade Emperor probably didn't expect that Hanshu would give such an answer. He was silent for a moment, looked at Hanshu with a half-smile, and said, "Very good, I will return when I am lost. If this is the case, then come back with me."

Han Shu didn't say anything, just bowed his head and walked to Jade Emperor's side.

Seeing him gradually moving away from the Jade Emperor, Princess Changping had a complex and painful expression on her face.

The Jade Emperor did not take Hanshu to the teleportation formation, but took him to walk on the clouds himself.

Immortals can fly in the first place, but because it is more convenient to form a large formation, everyone gradually forgets that they can fly.

The feeling of stepping on the clouds is not the same as that of stepping on the ground, but Han Shu didn't care to appreciate the scenery around him, he just lowered his head and concentrated on walking.

During the silence, the Jade Emperor suddenly said: "You should know what he is going to do, and you should also know that I will not let him come back."

Hanshu felt a sting in his heart, but soon returned to normal, as if he was not touched by the Jade Emperor's words.

The Jade Emperor said: "I found a way to separate your fate, but it may damage his fate. You just need to go with me to the fate of Xingjun. I still miss you." Dear Hanshu, no matter how much you hate Tiangong, I will not let you get hurt."