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Chapter 179 Exactly the same

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    Jiang Yixing reminded, "Yi'er, then we'll look around here, and you should take a good rest."

    I nodded and replied softly, "Okay, don't worry."

    Leng Chenshuang said softly, "There will be a lot of herbs in this area. This is a place near Minghai where a lot of spiritual energy gathers, so the herbs here will be the most in Penglai. Therefore, people who come to Penglai to find herbs will  Find it here."

    Jiang Yixing responded, "So if we search in this place, we will definitely find Xue Xinlian, right?"

    Leng Chenshuang nodded, turned around and walked in one direction.

    Jiang Yixing looked at his master and said, "Senior, let's go in different directions, so we can find it faster."

    Master nodded, "Okay."

    Lu Huan looked at the master and said softly, "I'll ask my subordinates to look for it together. This way, there will be more people and they will be able to find it soon."

    Master replied softly, "Okay."

    I watched them leave, and sat alone on the bluestone beside them.

    Leng Chenshuang and Master stopped their quarrel for the same purpose.

    In fact, there is no hatred at all between all of us.

    There is no conflict between me and Leng Chenshuang, nor between Master and Lu Huan, nor him.

    At the beginning, I thought that someone had captured us, and I would be on guard against this place and him, as well as the people here.  But now it seems that he is not a so-called enemy, and he will not do any harm to us.

    Leng Chenshuang can help me find my mother, and with his help we can also find Xuexinlian.

    And there is no conflict between Master and Leng Chenshuang.

    Master is from Jiuyouyu, and so is Leng Chenshuang.  They know each other, and there is no new or old hatred to speak of.

    The reason why Master spoke to him so indifferently, on the one hand, should also be because Leng Chenshuang arrested us, and Master was very worried.

    On the other hand, it should be the witchcraft practiced by Leng Chenshuang. In the eyes of the master, it is a sorcery.

    However, there is really no conflict between them.

    And there is no more Lu Huan and him. Lu Huan brought so many of her men down to save us.

    ? At that time, Master saw the two men who spoke strangely and came back from buying roast chicken outside, so Master followed him in, while Lu Huan went back to rescue the soldiers and brought her men over.

    Therefore, there is no conflict at all between them.

    But now, all the purpose is to find Xue Xinlian.

    In fact, just like now, everyone is well, kind, and very good.

    If we could go to Jiuyouyu together, go to Mingfeng Pavilion together, and save mother together, that would be great.

    ? No quarrels, no conflicts.

    And I, if I no longer have him in my heart and eyes, that would be great.

    My heart is like a withered rose at this moment, without a trace of strength to take a good rest.

    As soon as I rested, my mind fell into infinite pain.

    If Meng Po Tang really existed in this world, and I could completely forget those memories after drinking it, how great would it be?

    No, I don't want to.

    How can I have the heart to drink that bowl of Mengpo soup that will forget everything, I am reluctant to lose those memories.

    I really really can't bear it.

    Although those memories will bring me infinite pain in my memory, I still don't want them to leave.

    Even if it is painful, I can't bear it.

    Forget it, if you keep thinking about this, your head will always hurt.

    That's all.

    I stood up gently, looking at everything around me, trying to find something to do.

    What should I do?

    Why don't you just look for herbs around here, pick some at will, it's good to have it ready.

    There are indeed a lot of herbs in this place, many of which cannot be bought in the city.

    I picked some of these herbs and put them in the basket prepared by Leng Chenshuang.

    It seemed that he had never used the baskets that Leng Chenshuang brought.

    The basket looks like it has been placed for a long time, but there is no trace of it being used.

    Seeing that Leng Chenshuang bought these baskets, he thought that one day he would use them to gather herbs, but maybe he didn't think that he occupied such a good place, but he never went out to pick herbs here  .

      I didn't know what to do for a while, so I searched for all kinds of herbs, and after a while, the basket was full.

    It seems that Xuexinlian is not easy to find. I have been searching for so long, although I have found so many herbs, but there is no trace of Xuexinlian.

    I continued to search forward, what is this?

    Is it a black shoe?

    I stood up and saw Luluo in front of me.

    I put the small basket on my back on the ground, and looked at the green radishes indifferently as if nothing had changed.

    She stood in front of me with her arms wrapped around her chest, and she held a long sword tightly in one hand.

    Without the candlelight in the ground, with the sunlight in the sky, I can see her face more clearly.

    Her facial features are exquisite and her nose is straight. This person has a heroic appearance.

    Obviously she should be a forthright and forthright woman, but she is trapped in love, and it is difficult to escape.

    If she hadn't met Leng Chenshuang, maybe she would look different now.

    If she hadn't met him, she wouldn't be so sad, she wouldn't be so humble, she wouldn't be so low in the dust for just one person.

    She should, will be a beautiful and sassy woman.

    It's just a coincidence that she met Leng Chenshuang, and this man who would trouble her for the rest of her life.

    She has been by this cold man's side all the time, but she has never warmed up this cold man's heart.

    Perhaps his heart is as hard as a rock.

    Or maybe, he will only do this to people he doesn't love.

    He doesn't love her, so he speaks indifferently, she loves him, no matter what he said, no matter whether her heart is completely broken, she is unwilling to let go, she is unwilling to leave.

    Perhaps in Lu Luo's heart, she thought that one day she would touch Leng Chenshuang's cold heart.

    However, when will you be able to move the heart of a person who loves others?

    Never will.

    In this world, there are many, many people who are paying infinitely for one person, but they don't get anything in return.

    But these people always think that they have been waiting for so many years, and it doesn't matter if they have an extra year.

    An extra year is nothing to them.

    Because they have been waiting for so many years.

    In their hearts, they always thought that maybe in the next year, she could wait until he turned around, and she could wait until he saw her figure and understood that that person was always with him.

    However, a person who doesn't love himself will never be moved, no matter what he does, he will never be moved.

    Just like a green radish.

    I looked at Luluo, she just stood there quietly, her eyes seemed very empty.

    What is she thinking?

    I looked at her quietly, for a long time, she didn't speak, and neither did I.

    She is also looking at me quietly, seems to be thinking about something, and seems to be alone in a daze.

    There was a gentle wind blowing Luluo's long hair, blowing up her green dress, blowing across her cheeks, her empty eyes.

    Lu Luo's voice seemed to contain a long sadness, as if there were infinite, long, long memories in that sadness, she murmured in a low voice, "It's exactly the same as her." (Remember the website URL:  www.hlnovel.com
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