Brother, this showman

The chopsticks in Xiao Ye Zi's hand fell with a clatter, and one of them fell directly on the ground and rolled to Xiao Ye Zi's feet, panic flashed in his eyes, and he whispered: "The chopsticks... the chopsticks fell." Then immediately Bending down to pick it up.

Ye Wenqing looked down, kicked the chopsticks far away with his feet, and said coldly: "Feng Lianchen, is it fun? If it is fun, I will play with you for a while."

Xiao Yezi still maintained the original posture, her head was just blocked by the table, and the expression of pain and astonishment intertwined on her face was completely covered up.

"Little Ye Zi." Ye Wenqing rapped on the table with his fingers, but the dull sound struck directly into the hearts of the two of them, "Tell me, when someone dies, if he really wants the other person to live well, he should be sealed directly." Is it better to remember, or to erase his memory?"

"However, according to my thinking, neither of these two methods is good."

"Master...Senior brother." A trembling voice came from across the table, wrapped in dense feelings, as if struggling from the abyss, heavy but yet pleasantly surprised, bitter yet sweet, so complicated.

Ye Wenqing couldn't bear it any longer, his complexion collapsed, he put down the chopsticks in his hand, turned around and said to Xiao Er: "I will compensate the loss according to the price."

Before Xiaoer could react, he saw Ye Wenqing directly overturned the table, the dishes on the table crackled and shattered into a ball, the original delicious delicacies were instantly turned into a puddle of mud, and the soup spread wantonly on the ground.

"You can play as much as you want, but I have to accompany you? Go and be your mother's dream of spring and autumn! Get out of here!"

Ye Wenqing kicked the stool by his feet fiercely, strode forward, picked up Feng Lianchen, forced him to look directly into his eyes, and sneered coldly: "If I knew this, why would I burn paper money the day before yesterday? waste!"

"Master... Senior Brother." Feng Lianchen's body was hanging in the air, his eyes were filled with moisture, the end of his eyes was pink, and there was a crystal teardrop between them, his face was pale, and his lips trembled.

Seeing this, the other diners hurried forward to stop him.

"Master, the child is young, and mistakes can be forgiven."

"Yes, yes, you can't fight if you can't fight."

"Son, hurry up and admit your mistake to your father and convince your father that you are wrong."

"Young master, can you let go of your hand first? Look at the child's face turning red like that."

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The diners were afraid that Ye Wenqing would beat Feng Lianchen to death, and tried to persuade them with all kinds of good words, and they would feel sorry for such a beautiful child being beaten.

Ye Wenqing looked at Feng Lianchen quietly, tilted his head and smiled: "Do you think your mistakes can be forgiven?"

"I..." Feng Lianchen opened his mouth in pain, but he couldn't continue. Ye Wenqing's emotionless gaze turned into several knives, and hit his chest directly, piercing all of his heart. The pain was so painful that he couldn't even breathe. .

"Okay, don't talk about it." Ye Wenqing's smile gradually froze, put down Feng Lianchen, turned around and walked upstairs, "Anyway, I don't want to hear it."

Feng Lianchen followed up instinctively, and just after taking two steps, he heard Ye Wenqing say without turning his head: "Dare to try with someone."

Feng Lianchen was startled, took back his steps, looked down at the food on the ground, and the fish meat in the bowl, lying on the ground intact.

Feng Lianchen pursed his lips, bent over to pick up the bowl, and held it in his hands. The corners of his mouth slowly opened, and the tears in his eyes slid down together.

Like mountain flowers that have been baptized by wind and frost but still unyielding, the clank and iron bones crawling out of the sea of ​​corpses and blood in the flames of war are shockingly stubborn, making the diners around feel distressed for a while.

Xiao Er wanted to give Feng Lianchen another pair of chopsticks, but Feng Lianchen picked up the fish in the bowl with his hands and started to eat it.

There is a little fishy smell in the cooled fish, but it is more delicious than anything else, making it unforgettable.

When Ye Wenqing returned to the house, he was not as violent as he imagined, nor did he cause any turbulent waves.Just sitting quietly at the table, looking at the bunch of gadgets that Feng Lianchen bought.

He was just doing it casually, without thinking about the result, but the fact can still catch people off guard.

It's not that he had never imagined that Feng Lianchen was not dead. When Lu Yan told him that the blood curse could actually directly erase people's memories, he thought that Feng Lianchen might still have a hand, after all, the brat is so cunning.

But after witnessing the layers of seals on Cangwu Yunding, his little fantasies were directly smashed to pieces and ceased to exist.

Ye Wenqing didn't know how long he sat there, until the nightingale's joyful cry came into his ears along the crack of the window, and he realized that it was already late at night.

Along with the nightingale, there was a continuous knock on the door, neither soft nor loud, but just enough for the people inside to hear.

Ye Wenqing ignored it, poured the already cold tea into his mouth, and instantly regained consciousness from his drowsy mind.

The knocking on the door continued, disrupting Ye Wenqing's mood which he had finally calmed down.Impatiently, he slammed the cup in his hand to the door, and said in a low voice, "Get out!"

The sound of knocking on the door stopped suddenly, but the waves in Ye Wenqing's heart lake still refused to fade away.

Left and right were in a bad mood, disturbing people's irritability, so Ye Wen extinguished the candle early in the morning and lay down with his clothes on.

It started to rain lightly at night, and the unclosed window leaves squeaked and played with the cool wind, and warmly invited the raindrops to visit, making the room cool.

Ye Wenqing fell into a drowsy sleep and felt his face was cool. He raised his hand and wiped it. It was wet. He woke up immediately, sat up with the quilt in his arms, looked around, and was startled by a black figure beside the bed. Gotta jump.

Taking a closer look, it turned out to be Feng Lianchen!It's still the thin body of Xiaoye Zi before.

Ye Wenqing grabbed the pillow at hand and threw it on Feng Lianchen, scolding angrily, "What the hell are you doing here with me in the middle of the night without sleep?"

Feng Lianchen knelt straight on the ground, picked up the pillow on the floor and patted it, intending to hand it to Ye Wenqing again.But seeing his eyes that became brighter even in the gloomy environment, and those two clusters of exuberant anger, I had no choice but to hug myself.

"Admit your mistake." Feng Lianchen hugged the pillow in his arms, lowered his head, and replied honestly.

"Do you want to say why you snatched the sunken wood? Or did you stab me and not only feign death but cast a blood curse on me? Or did you pretend to be Little Leaf and lie to me?" Ye Wenqing sneered.

"Feng Lianchen, what else is there for you to lie to me? Worth it for you to come to me after you suspended animation once?"

"Senior brother." Feng Lianchen's eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes were filled with grief, his hands hanging on both sides were clenched into fists, and he mustered up the courage to meet Ye Wenqing's accusing gaze, and said in a hoarse voice, "I can explain."

"Okay." Ye Wenqing looked at him thoughtfully, and interrupted, "I'll just ask you a question, and you answer me truthfully."

"it is good!"

"When you cast the blood curse to seal my memory, did you make up your mind to come back in the future?"

Feng Lianchen's eyes flickered slightly, he opened his mouth, and heard Ye Wenqing say in a deep voice, "I want to listen to the truth."

"Yes, but I'm not sure, I can only try." Feng Lianchen closed his eyes, his brows were a little sad, and said with a trace of despair, "I'm sorry."

Ye Wenqing finally realized what it means to be unstoppable until the Yellow River, the hands supporting the bed trembled, the things that had been holding on in his heart collapsed in an instant, and the carefully hidden thoughts were suppressed without leaving a trace.

"Okay." Ye Wenqing lowered his shoulders, the anger in his heart disappeared miraculously, and even the frustration and dissatisfaction disappeared.

"Tell me." Ye Wenqing raised his head, met Shang Feng Lianchen's complicated eyes, and hooked his lips, "Say what you want to say."

"Just this one chance, tell me everything exactly."

A flash of ecstasy flashed across Feng Lianchen's eyes, as if the soil that had been dry for many years was irrigated with running water, and the breath of life flowed out.

He nodded excitedly, and told the whole story: "At the bottom of Yuheng Lake, I learned that I was transformed by a branch of a sunken tree. The wood spirit has always existed in my body, and the ghost king Danshu the soul of heaven."

"Actually, the Kunlun Yuying in my body was already in full bloom at that time. The me I saw when I entered the meditation was all real, not a puppet, but the real me. All the things I have been hiding are all seen by the senior brother In my eyes, how could I not care, how could I not hate."

"Kunlun Yuying is in full bloom, Huhaha will definitely appear, and I will only cause trouble for you by my side. Besides, if there is no wood spirit in the sinking tree, it will not be able to seal the soul market. No matter which choice I choose, I will die Undoubtedly." Feng Lianchen looked greedily at Ye Wenqing, his eyes moved inch by inch on his face, as if he wanted to make up for the missed year.

"Brother has lost weight." Feng Lianchen sighed with distress.

"It's good if you don't die." Ye Wenqing glanced at him, then hurriedly looked away, and sarcastically said, "But it's also thanks to you, if there is no blood curse, I would have been buried for you. It's a good thing, otherwise it would be in vain If you are dead, who will you complain to?"

"I can only go all out and try." Feng Lianchen felt a sharp pain in his heart.He sighed softly and continued, "The soul-locking pillar collapsed, the ghost clan fled, and the plenum followed the aura of the Danshu ghost king. The scene at that time can be guessed without even thinking about it. No matter how I explain it, no one will believe it. Even Yan Rantai will be involved. Senior brother and Zhan Mingzun are kind to me, and Yan Rantai is even more innocent, so he shouldn't suffer because of me."

"It's inevitable that you will die, so it's better to die alone." Feng Lianchen's voice gradually weakened, and he carefully looked at Ye Wenqing's expression, but the light was too dim, so he couldn't see clearly.

"You're smart." Ye Wenqing changed his posture, moved his body inward, and leaned his back against the wall, as if he had caught a piece of driftwood in the vast waters, so that his tumbling heart could be relied on.

"Shenmu is immortal, and you will not die because of it. As long as the seal is weak again one day, you can come out again and happily continue the relationship with me, right?" Ye Wenqing continued the meaning of Feng Lianchen He continued, "You escaped now, because the seal was weak? What about the ghost clan? Have you escaped too?"

"It's strange to say that the seal outside the Soul Market doesn't have much effect on me. As for the ghost race, they are all inside the Soul Market, and they dare not come out without my order." Feng Lianchen replied in a low voice.

"So you came here on purpose? Feng Lianchen, if you want me, you want me, and if you don't, just throw it away. Who do you think you are?"

Feng Lianchen remained silent, acquiescing to his words.

Ye Wenqing's breathing became more and more heavy, he lifted the quilt and got out of bed, kicked him to the ground, straddled him, pinched his jaw, and said angrily, "Then how many years can you guarantee? 100 years? 200 years? Or 1000 years? Do you think I would still be willing to be with you even if I have this memory at that time? Do you really think you are a fairy? Do I have to be with you?"

"Feng Lianchen, you heard me clearly! I'm not going to waste with you anymore, where is your fucking love, don't hang around in front of me!"