Hello, Yan Chaobai

"Do you have any affection for me—even a little bit, other than being a friend?!"

Cang Yun was slightly stunned.

Chizhan, who is a few years younger than himself, has always been very well-behaved, which is different from being quiet. Chizhan may be very noisy, but he never asks anything beyond his limits.

Possibly too, just afraid to get an answer.

Chizhan saw Cang Yun's eyes struggling to dance a little bit of color, which was immediately covered by the drooping eyelids.

"Sorry, it's just..." Cang Yun reached out and touched his head, "It's just... it doesn't feel right."

"What?" Chizhan kicked the unburned firewood on the ground discouragedly, "Why do I never understand what you are thinking!"

His handsome brows were wrinkled into a ball at the moment: "Sometimes I'm really worried, and I'm worried that you'll be gone when I wake up."

"..."

Cang Yun's injury is not yet fully healed, such a serious wound has been repeatedly opened, and it is by no means that it can be healed overnight.

But that's by no means a reason to keep him here.

"What are you chasing after? Chasing someone who is right but has been wiped out in ashes?" A few days ago, in the sea of ​​thousands of flowers, Bu Yu looked coldly at Cang Yun below the steps.

Cang Yun, who bowed deeply, raised his head after a long time: "I'm chasing a correct ending."

It wasn't until the boat was gone that Yan Chaobai looked away. He was so absorbed in his staring that he didn't even notice that Yang Qingjiu was standing behind him.

"You are Xuanjia Cangyun?" Yang Qingjiu said.

Yan Chaobai jumped a step away in shock, before nodding.

"Take me to Cangyun." Yang Qingjiu said, "I'll give you this golden leaf."

Chizhan: "..." This is what I just gave you!

"Why." Yan Chaobai said.

"My parents sacrificed their lives for the country, and my sister married far away. Now I am the only one left in the family." Yang Qingjiu didn't care, and just continued, "I can only go to Yan Beiyao."

"He still owes me a promise."

Yan Chaobai called a carriage in Chengdu.

"I'm sorry, young man, this car has already been booked by that hero." Duan Fangbei still remembered Yan Chaobai—although the young man's appearance had changed a lot from the last time he saw him, he quietly Pointing to a person in the distance, said softly.

Yan Zhaobai looked sideways.

The man was wearing a black cloak, with a ferocious wolf head on his shoulder, golden eyes, a large black shield hanging by his waist, and Mo Dao in his hand.

Leng Dugu.

Yan Chaobai looked away and changed to another car.

The scar on his hand began to ache the moment he saw the other person, but he didn't intend to go up to die.

"Cangyun, Yingxue Lake." Leng Dugu didn't distinguish which of the many gazes cast on him was from the enemy, and which one had ulterior motives, which was too troublesome for him.

"Okay!" Duan Fangbei responded loudly, Leng Dugu jumped into the car, turned around and greeted: "Junior brother, this way."

Yan Chaobai suddenly turned around.

He only saw a slender shadow. The ink hair under the jade crown poured down like a waterfall, covering half of the picture of a crane holding a sesame on the snow-colored Taoist uniform. The waist seal embroidered with Tai Chi and the eight trigrams outlined a beautiful waistline. Walking, every gesture is quiet, without any extra hustle and bustle.

It's like a banished fairy.