Immortal, save me!

Meng Ziyue was panicking, not knowing whether she was afraid of her senior brother's aura or because of what she was going to say next.

Meng Ziyue let go of her hand and looked at Wang Youyin: "Brother, can I have a word with you for a moment?"

Wang Youyin glanced at her, ignored her, and was about to leave.

Meng Ziyue felt bitter in her heart. Even though she knew the answer, she still wanted to hear him say it in person.

Wang Youyin felt someone following him not too far behind, and he felt impatient. If it weren't for the rules of the Tianyan Sect, this woman would have been dead.

After Wang Youyin arrived at Yaofeng, he asked for all the elixirs that could improve his cultivation.

Lin Changfeng felt strange and asked, "Your cultivation level is unmatched by anyone except the Sect Master in Tianyan Sect. Why do you need so many elixirs to improve your cultivation level?"

Wang Youyin glanced at him and said, "It's useful."

Lin Changfeng did not ask any more questions after hearing this. Wang Youyin was not only a disciple of Tianyan Sect, but also the master of a peak and had some privileges. Therefore, he did not refuse his request.

After handing over all the elixirs for improving cultivation to Wang Youyin, Lin Changfeng gave some instructions.

"All medicines are poisonous, so don't take too much."

Looking at Wang Youyin's leaving back, Lin Changfeng shook his head.

I hope this character will change one day, otherwise...

Meng Ziyue, who was waiting outside, saw Wang Youyin coming out and wanted to greet him, but after meeting his cold gaze, she felt a dull pain in her heart and her feet seemed to be rooted to the ground, unable to move at all.

Seeing that the man completely ignored her and left, Meng Ziyue took a deep breath and mustered up the courage to follow him.

She knew that she was asking for trouble, but she would not be willing to accept it without a definite answer. Therefore, this rejection of her feelings must have a result.

Meng Ziyue quickly walked around to the front of Wang Youyin, stretched out her hand to block his way, and looked directly at Wang Youyin: "Brother, I only ask you one question. As long as you get the answer, I will never bother you again in this life."

Wang Youyin looked at her without saying anything.

Meng Ziyue said with a hint of hope in her eyes: "Brother, over the years, what have I been like in your heart?"

Do you know that I like you?

I can't say it.

Wang Youyin looked at her expressionlessly, his thin lips opening and closing. The merciless wind blew the heart-chilling ice towards her, enough to freeze her into powder.

"It doesn't matter."

After saying this, Wang Youyin did not stop.

"It doesn't matter..."

Meng Ziyue stood there, tears welling up in her eyes.

She didn't dare to ask for his response. Facing his indifference, the words "I am happy" were stuck in her throat and she couldn't say them. She had to change the way she said it. She wanted to know what she was like in that person's heart.

At that moment, she thought of countless answers, but she didn't expect that those four light words would crush her heart like a mountain, and she couldn't even struggle.

"It doesn't matter..."

Meng Ziyue repeated to herself and left in a trance.

Countless images flashed through my mind, but the color red was rarely seen.

The fleeting glimpse in childhood, the respect and admiration in the process of growing up together, all turned into nothing and disintegrated bit by bit with those four words.

She said to Wang Youyin in her heart: Thank you, senior brother, for telling me.

After Meng Ziyue's lonely figure left, a slender figure appeared where the two were talking.

Chu Xueying looked coldly at the direction where Meng Ziyue left, her heart indifferent.

The second senior brother actually wanted her to persuade Meng Ziyue to give up Wang Youyin and look at him more often. Unexpectedly, Meng Ziyue actually expressed her feelings to Wang Youyin, but unfortunately she failed.