My Fairy Fiancee

"Go and notify the two major sects! Their holy sons have been killed! Hurry!"

"Look how Ye Shengzi is doing, he shouldn't be dead yet!"

"What about the man and woman? Have they gone far?"

…

There was a commotion around the restaurant, and Zhao Yi and Yu Xi were already far away.

"Why don't we stay and watch the auction tomorrow?" Yu Xi asked as she walked on the street.

"Even if there is something I care about, it has nothing to do with me as a physical practitioner." Zhao Yi replied.

Yu Xi denied: "That's not necessarily true. The world of cultivation has billions of supplies. It's hard to say anything when you encounter it. And you've always had good luck."

Zhao Yi is still somewhat resistant to the word luck. He has the blood of an ancient monk without knowing it. For ordinary monks, it is indeed a great joy, but for him, it is actually nothing.

What he wants now is not to become famous, nor to be worshiped by hundreds of millions of people. What he wants is to love and pity the heart that has not been broken by him, and the life that she has not lost.

Now, even if he is unparalleled in the world and tramples the demons under his feet, no one in the world of cultivation does not know him. As long as he can't find a way to survive, he still feels that it doesn't mean much.

"Then stay and see."

Zhao Yi casually said that he felt that he had no way to go except becoming stronger. Resurrecting Ai Lian... this road was too long.

Zhao Yi added: "Go and buy the medicine first, and then find an inn to stay."

Immediately afterwards, the two of them arrived at the drug store, and Zhao Yi bought all the medicine he wanted to buy.

This time he owed Yu Xi hundreds of gold coins to buy medicine, which made him feel a little stressed, as if he owed millions of yuan in the secular world.

Then it was getting late, and Zhao Yi started to feel hungry again. He was a body refiner, so he couldn't have as little need for food as a spiritual monk.

This time I also found a good restaurant. There were many people in the city, so every eating place was packed.

The incident between the two of them at noon had spread throughout the city. Yu Xi's beauty still attracted a lot of attention, but this time no one came up to cause trouble. They only dared to whisper about the incident at noon.

After dinner, we found another inn. Originally, Zhao Yi wanted two rooms, but there was no other way. Many inns were full and there was not even a room.

I spent a lot of time looking for an inn, and finally found a small inn. It was a nice place with two rooms.

"Then let's take two rooms." After Zhao Yi finished speaking, he started to walk upstairs.

Yu Xi didn't even look at him and said directly to the waiter: "One room."

Zhao Yi was stunned: "Why is there another room?"

"It's not you who gave me the money." Yu Xi said as she took out several gold coins and placed them in front of the stage.

"How good are two rooms?"

"I said one room is just one room."

"Two rooms."

Yu Xi rolled her eyes at him: "If you have the ability, you can give me money."

"Then...one room."

After saying that, the waiter took the two of them to the room, asked what they needed, and finally left.

As soon as he arrived in the room, Zhao Yi immediately took out Ai Lian's ice coffin, observed it carefully, and asked Yu Xi, "Has the soul around her body dispersed?"

Yu Xi walked over and looked at the ruined Ai Lian lying in the ice coffin. She turned her head and said, "No, she seems to be more focused than before."

Zhao Yi was delighted: "Does this mean that she may be resurrected?"

"No, no one knows how to resurrect the lost soul and body. Her soul is dead, and she can't survive even if it attaches back to her body."

"Then why did her soul gather again? Doesn't this mean that her soul is conscious?"

"Even if the dead soul is still conscious, it is still dead. It is residual thoughts. Her soul lingered for a long time because the residual thoughts were too heavy. Now that they are gathered together, it may not be a good thing."

"Why?" Zhao Yi suddenly became nervous.

"It's like reflecting on the past, it may be the end..."

"..."

"Her soul has been holding on for so long, which proves how deep her grief is and how difficult it is for her." Yu Xi said with a dark look.

Zhao Yi was very anxious and helpless. He could only look at the inside of the ice coffin from the side of the ice coffin, unable to do anything.

After a long time, Zhao Yi whispered: "If there is a way to resurrect her, are you willing to tell me?"

"Yes." Yu Xi said without hesitation.

"I thought you would say you didn't want to."

"Just because I like you, I'm afraid that if she comes back to life, I won't have a chance?" Yu Xi asked back.

"That's probably it."

"You are wrong, because what is always lost is always the best. After she dies, she will always be the best in your eyes. She can never get worse and will always stay at the best. Instantly. If she is dead, I have no chance. On the contrary, if she is alive, I may have a chance."

Zhao Yi looked at her, then looked back at Ai Lian, and said, "You know these things very well, but now I don't like to talk about them. The things I want have become very few."

"Well, you used to talk about love with me because you liked me in your heart."

Zhao Yi didn't answer any more, looked at the only bed in the room, pulled off a quilt on the bed, and said, "I'll sleep on the floor."

"I won't do anything to you." Yu Xi looked at him lying directly on the ground and immediately said resentfully.

After saying that, she lay down on the bed, and Zhao Yi beside her fell asleep. He had lost control in the recent battles, and his body and mind must be exhausted. It was not an exaggeration to say that he fell asleep on the bed.

Yu Xi was different. She couldn't fall asleep when she looked at the ice coffin next to her. She didn't have the slightest thought of practicing. She tossed and turned, and her eyes fell on Zhao Yi again.

"This guy... is really sick in the brain!"

She bit her little white teeth and cursed in her heart.

After cursing, she walked directly to the bed, picked up Zhao Yi's body and put him on the bed. She opened the window and sat on the window to look at the bright lights outside and the starry sky.

After looking for a long time, she retracted her gaze, let the love in her chest emerge, looked at the two love threads tenderly, and gently stroked them with her palm.

"I can feel that you still have me in your heart, but you don't want to admit it... How long do I have to accompany you before you dare to face me again?"

"You are fickle, you like me and Ai Lian in your heart. You don't want to admit that you like me, not only because you feel that you are fickle, but also because you feel sorry for Ai Lian... In fact, I don't care about these things... I care less and less."

On the windowsill, she looked at her love thread with her eyes full of autumnal waves. A pair of blood-red love threads and a long black hair fluttered in the wind. She was still as beautiful as a painting.

The only thing that changed was her heart.

On the bed, Zhao Yi exhaled heavily and slowly. He was most afraid of hearing the truth that penetrated his heart.