"Since I don't want to see us, why are there so many portraits?" Nian Junyao's voice was a little sad, "Why do you still remember the past with Jinshu so many years ago?"

In the hall, it was dark. Xue Lan sat in the main seat. Nian Junyao sat down below and looked at her intently. Xue Lan said lightly, "You are thinking too much. Those are some of my paintings from more than 30 years ago. In the past few years, I have just copied them. I haven't seen each other for more than 30 years. I almost don't remember your appearance. It's already very blurry. Copying these paintings makes me remember that I was once a person, not a ghost. Those portraits will remind me of the past, and I don't go to see them on purpose."

Xue Lan's voice was very light, but also very indifferent, "Brother, I didn't mean to forget you, I just let it go. Time passed, and we haven't seen each other for too long."

I was sorry, but I didn’t mean it. I haven’t seen each other for too long, but I didn’t miss it much in my tone.

Nian Junyao said, "Can you meet me with your true body?"

Facing Nalanguo's body, he was always a little maladapted. He was an unfamiliar soul. When he came to an unfamiliar body, he seemed to be a completely stranger.

"No!" Xue Lan refused, "Brother, accept this fact. I have been dead for many years. I forgot about me. Go forward and live a good life."

Nian Junyao could not say all his emotions to an unfamiliar Xue Lan, but his heart was so painful that those regrets were wrapped around him like spider silk, as if they were to roll him into a pupa that could not move, but he would never have the day he would be bound for the rest of his life when he broke out of the cocoon and was reborn.

Go forward!

Everyone walked forward, the geese returned, and the marriage was happy.

Liang Zheng and Su Yuan have a happy family and a harmonious relationship.

Now, Alan has also forgotten the past and has become the master of the ghost town.

He is the only one who is left in memory. Little Snail Chinese website

"Have you formed a pill?" Nian Junyao asked. He curled all his emotions, and the sadness was perfectly hidden. He tried to face Xue Lan with the attitude of the past, but found that it was really abrupt. The person in front of him was his sweetheart, not his sweetheart.

"No." Xue Lan said, "Who knows when to form a elixir?"

"Who formed the pill?" If it weren't for the ghost cultivator's pill, how could the gate of the ghost city be opened?

"Lin Buhuai." Xue Lan lowered her eyebrows slightly, and her hands were in her sleeves, clenched into fists, so indifferent that she could hardly see any emotion. She looked at Nian Junyao and said calmly, "Brother, I am living a good life. In the ghost city, Nalanguo and all the ghosts listen to me. There will be no problem. Humans and ghosts are different. I was too naive back then. If I was immature when I was young, I should have bothered my elder brother for many years. Brother, I'm sorry."

What does it mean to have different paths between humans and ghosts? What does it mean to have immature words when you are young?

There is only a layer of paper affection between Nian Junyao and Xue Lan, but no one has ever exposed this layer of window paper. It has always been ambiguous. Now, Xue Lan has been completely denied by her.

I used a word that made Nian Junyao extremely sad.

Imature!

"It's okay." Nian Junyao's feelings were like a jar of old wine buried underground, mellow and fragrant. He looked at Xue Lan and said softly, "A Lan, it doesn't matter if you forget it."

Nian Junyao walked up to her and looked at her condescendingly. She changed her direction from the time she entered the house and said that Xue Lan had been leading the way, "Let's get to know each other again, okay?"

Xue Lan looked up at him calmly, just like Xue Lan in the past many years.

But there was no longer any light in her eyes.
Chapter completed!