Immortal Lord Xianqing looked at Yingmeng seriously: "Do you believe what you said?"

Yingmeng stopped what he was doing, raised his head and said seriously: "Believe it, you must believe it, otherwise how can others believe it?"

Immortal Lord Xianqing gently pushed Yingmeng away. "Okay! Give me my money bag back."

Yingmeng picked up the money bag with one hand and pointed it with the other hand. "You said it's yours, do you have evidence? Don't you know that you have to have evidence when you speak? Otherwise, if you call it, will it respond?"

Xianqing Xianjun looked at Yingmeng, who was still as weird as before, and the bitterness spread endlessly. Her arbitrary and uncontrolled wildness was so dazzling in his eyes, who knew everything. He finally

He could only accompany her as if nothing had happened. Even though both of them knew it was a lie. "Haha."

The money bag in Yingmeng's hand held the town, forgetting that there is something called a contract. Yingmeng used his death energy to erode the spiritual energy contract without changing his expression, and then said: "If it's in my hands, it's mine. If you don't believe it, you

try again."

Immortal Xianqing had nothing to say and turned around to leave. Yingmeng immediately chased after him. Immortal Xianqing turned around and said, "There is no money."

Ying Meng was silent for two seconds, looking suspicious. "Really?"

Xian Qingxian Jun glanced at Ying Meng indifferently. The meaning of that glance was very clear. It has been delayed for long enough. Make a choice. Stop, or continue...

Yingmeng lowered his eyes and smiled, and suddenly felt quite boring. He was a variable, not the original product as predicted. The people in the ghost training camp should be in the dark to ensure that everything goes smoothly, and now they should be listening to the person in front of them.

Human orders. Forget it, let’s just think of it as a perfect ending to our last meeting.

Then he tossed the purse and muttered, "It's really gone, why is it so little?"

Immortal Xianqing was dim for a moment. The comfort and wantonness of getting along with her almost made him forget that fate was an insurmountable gap and a vast ocean of moodiness. He looked at it with a faint look, regaining the coldness that an immortal king should have.

Ran Jingui. "Space Tips Bag."

Yingmeng scanned it again with his mental power, raised his head and said: "We have money!" He waved his hand to indicate that Xian Qing could leave. His wealth seriously hurt his fragile heart.

Immortal Lord Xianqing immediately turned around and left, step by step, heavy and slow.

At this point, there is no reason to retreat. The girl who was always clean and spotless deep down in her heart is dead. All that is left is a body controlled by hatred. The most perfect chess piece has fallen. It’s too late.

All he can do is follow the original plan step by step. Only then can it be considered worthy of everyone's sacrifice.

It’s time to accept the reality. What has happened will not change and cannot be changed...that’s fine.

Watching his figure slowly disappearing into the distance, his back looked so lonely and peaceful. Yingmeng put away that playful smile, she actually... promised to survive, not to become a walking zombie, but to preserve herself.

The will to survive.

She may really like him a little, but it's not enough to make her a bitch. There is life and death, family and country, and cause and effect between them. And in the end, they will forget that such a person ever existed.

.

The brief encounter was just a resting place. They brought each other a dream, and then hurriedly woke each other up. Each other ran for their own goals, and most of the destined people who came and went in a hurry passed by. They were nothing special. It was not.

All encounters have time to cherish each other, and the whistle of farewell has already sounded. There may be a trace of thoughts, but the time cuts it off.

"I really don't know." In the end, all her thoughts turned into a sigh, and she whispered in confusion. "But I don't want to be a participant in the rules anymore, I want to be the maker."

But within a few seconds, he put away the confusion on his face and returned to his carefree look. He flipped through his money bag and said, "It's so rich!" He then looked at the direction Xian Qing was leaving. "When I get to the fairy world,
Chapter completed!