The old and the young looked at each other and smiled. The two of them said nothing, but seemed to have said everything.

"Brother Lin!"

A crisp female voice sounded, with a tolerant crying voice that immediately made Lin Ye's mouth slightly bent.

Even if he doesn't look back, he knows who is behind him.

Cui Muchang heard the woman's voice and silently gave up for both of them, with his face full of relief.

Sure enough, as soon as Lin Ye turned around, Ye Mengyao was still holding a sword in her hand and ran towards him.

The pretty figure ran wildly, but did not look embarrassed, bringing out fragrant winds.

And that delicate and perfect face made tears fall and the long hair fly, this scene is more like a slow motion of a movie.

Lin Ye opened his arms and let Ye Mengyao pounce on his arms.

As soon as he stopped her long arms, he hugged her waist and gently stroked her hair with his big hands: "I'm sorry, I've worried you."

Ye Mengyao's head was buried on his shoulder. Before she could speak, she burst into tears and kept shaking her head: "No, don't apologize to me. From the day I chose to go with you, I knew that there was no peace in life. I had already prepared for it. I just hope that if something happened to you, I could be with you, even if I was with you to die, I would be willing."

When Lin Ye saw Mo Wentian say goodbye to the sword spirit before, he was quite moved at that time.

At the end of this life, most of the people who miss each other during their life and death are afraid that most of them are those who accompany them through the long journey of life and growth.

It is the existence of these people that makes people feel that they are alive.

After all, when a person leaves this world, he just dies.

Because after a person dies, as long as someone in this world remembers him, it means that he still leaves traces in this world.

When a person is completely forgotten by this world, he is really dead and disappears from all worlds.

Mo Wentian was lucky. Although he died, Jiyi Jian's sword spirit remembered him.

As long as the sword is there and the sword spirit does not perish, he will always remember it.

Moreover, after today's battle, Mo Wentian's deeds will be passed down by descendants of Wangxian City, and he will still be remembered.

Although, for Mo Wentian, it may be enough to be remembered by the sword spirit.

Because for him, Jiyi Jian is no longer just a weapon. As he said, he was his comrade-in-arms, his friend, and the "old guy" he still missed when he was dying.

In those long and lonely years, perhaps he was not the one standing on the top of the mountain, but also the sword and wine.

Lin Ye is actually similar.

After two lifetimes, the people around him come and go, and people always gather and part.

Lin Ye was relatively lucky in this life, proudly making up for many regrets in his previous life, and at the same time he was also given a girl who was followed by life and death.

Ye Mengyao accompanied him from Lanxing to come here, and the two of them had experienced too many life and death disasters.

Originally, as long as she stayed in the original world safely, she could spend her life safely and smoothly.

But for the sake of the word "love", she is willing to follow her and accompany her through so many long roads.

Now Lin Ye looked at the girl with pity in his eyes.

His hand gently stroked Ye Mengyao's face and smiled softly, "Don't worry, I will take you wherever you go in the future."

Ye Mengyao shook her head and hugged Lin Ye and refused to let go: "I don't believe it... Brother Lin, I will definitely work hard and will definitely work hard to become stronger. Don't leave me behind again, okay?"

She has always been a smart woman. She knew that even if Lin Ye was present at that time, she would have stayed at the foot of the mountain because she had not recovered from her serious injury.

And she herself understood that her current strength was not enough to be Lin Ye’s strong back.

She couldn't fight with him by his side, so she could only do what she could do for him.

Since he went up the mountain alone to protect the ordinary people in the city, she could only endure the worries and fears and lead the people away from refuge first.

Now that she has returned, her surging emotions have finally been expressed, and her tears are like broken lines, and she can't stop them.

At this time, Cui Muchang walked up and looked at Ye Mengyao with apologetic expression: "Mengyao, I'm sorry, I'm stopping you..."

Hearing her voice, Ye Mengyao came out of Lin Ye's arms and shook her head repeatedly: "Sister Mu Chang, don't say that. I know, you were also worried about my safety at that time. Moreover, what you promised me was done, that's enough."

When Cui Muchang heard this, he touched the corner of his mouth bitterly: "But, I didn't help much."

Indeed, when the war was about to begin, she couldn't even get close to Qiu Linyuan, so what would she ask for help?

And I believe Ye Mengyao has heard of it. Not only did she not help, she almost fell into the inner demon.

Ye Mengyao laughed when she heard this, walked up and grabbed Cui Muchang's hand: "Sister Muchang, I know that when you saw Brother Lin's death on the mountain, you almost fell into the inner demon. Just this point, you have no less feelings for Brother Lin than me. How could I bear to blame you on this point alone? Moreover, if it were me who was today, I would probably have made the same decision as you. So, Sister Muchang, don't take it to your heart, the person I blame is not you."

Seeing Ye Mengyao who was still crying in her arms just now, she turned her head and smiled at Cui Muchang. Lin Ye was a little confused.

These two are my women, right? Why do you look better than me?

"Mengyao, you said that the person you blamed was not Mu Chang, who was that?" Lin Ye couldn't help but interrupt their deep sisterly love, and asked with a scratching his head.

It would be fine if he didn't ask. When this question asked, both women gave him a look of "You are asking knowingly": "What are you talking about?"

Seeing the two women talking in unison, Lin Ye was silent for a moment, then pointed a finger at himself: "Can't you... be talking about me?"

Ye Mengyao wiped away her tears, held hands with Cui Muchang, and smiled and said, "Brother Lin, it seems that you are quite self-aware."

"It's really me?" Lin Ye was speechless.

This time he did nothing and died no less than a hundred times. Why did he become his fault?

"Yes." Even Cui Muchang, who has always been considerate, smiled and said, "If it weren't for a man like you, why should we both worry so much? So, Brother Lin, you should reflect on it."

After saying that, the two women walked straight up the mountain with their hands.

Left Lin Ye, a big man, stood there, feeling confused: "From now... Is there still my place at home?"
Chapter completed!