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The steps stopped suddenly, and after a long while, the shoulders twitched slightly, as if relieved, like relief.
Jiuyan knelt down outside the door and bowed very seriously.
"Thank you, Master!"
After Jiuyan left, Jiang Yinger walked in puzzled.
"Master, Jiuyan just feels guilty and wants to save Brother Dong. There is no need for us to drive her away."
Looking at Jiuyan¡¯s lonely back, she felt a little unbearable.
Gu Xilan came down from the tree at some point and rested his head on the window.
¡°I really don¡¯t know how someone as smart as your master could have such a stupid subordinate like you.¡±
"you¡¡"
Jiang Ying'er's eyes widened and she was a little angry.
How can she compare with her master? Isn't this normal?
"If your master doesn't drive her away, how can she take care of Brother Dong with peace of mind and find her own happiness?"
The positions are opposite, even if they love each other, there are infinite gaps in their hearts.
Bai Xiahe seems to be indifferent and indifferent, but in fact he attaches great importance to feelings.
Jiang Ying'er nodded as if she didn't understand.
Until the night surges.
The room is dark, but if you look carefully, you can see someone sitting behind the desk.
She looked calm and serious, holding a letter tightly in her hand. She held it so tightly that many wrinkles appeared on the neat envelope.
Huo Yanhuai.
"Is this letter actually written by you?"
How are you?
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at the same time.
Deep in a hidden mountain top.
A place that looks like a paradise, with fine cobblestones scattered messily under the clear water.
In the bamboo house.
All the furniture is made of bamboo, and the light green color makes people¡¯s eyes light up when they see it, and the whole person seems to be full of life.
However, it is in such a paradise full of vitality, surrounded by mountains and rivers.
There is a person lying on a bamboo bed.
A man who is almost out of breath.
"Benefactor, is our master still awake?"
It is difficult to climb this towering mountain. Even though Yingfeng's lightness skills are almost comparable to Huo Yanhuai's, he is still out of breath, and his legs feel sore and weak.
Tiance still had many unfinished things that he arranged before he fell into coma, so he couldn't stay on the mountain all the time, but he couldn't rest assured, so he could only run back and forth.
In front of Yingfeng was a man with flowing white hair. He was about thirty or forty years old. He was dressed in a pure white robe that was rippling in the wind. His whole person exuded a temperament that was like a fairy who would not eat fireworks.
He was sitting on a stone. It was such a freezing weather, but he only had such a thin robe on him.
Yingfeng glanced at it and couldn't help but tremble for him.
Hearing this, the white-haired man didn¡¯t even open his eyes.
His voice is more indifferent than his, and his eyebrows are also bland. It seems that nothing can make him sad.
"By fate"
Three times!
Yingfeng has asked this question three times.
And the white-haired man¡¯s answer was the same two words three times.
No change at all
Yingfeng¡¯s eyes were mixed with a little disappointment, and he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn¡¯t say anything more. He couldn¡¯t ask anyway, so he simply said: ¡°Can I go in and take a look?¡±
"Can."
The white-haired man still didn't open his eyes, and his white clothes were fluttering in the wind, not stained by dust.
Until Yingfeng entered, he suddenly frowned, as if he was holding back some great pain, and bloodshot eyes overflowed from the corners of his mouth. (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com