I'll show you today

Zhou Mao was floating, and Shen Changyun was sitting. After a while, Shen Changyun stood up from the sofa, pointed at the sofa, and said to Zhou Mao, "Sit down."

Zhou Hao rolled his eyes and said, "I have no body, so I can't sit."

"Oh." Shen Changyun pursed his lips in embarrassment.

Zhou Mao glanced at him, and then looked him up and down. Shen Changyun felt uncomfortable being looked at by him. At the end, he was speechless: "How can such a good skin be matched with a low character."

No matter how Shen Changyun pretended to be ignorant this time, he couldn't help but look displeased, and Zhou Mao walked around the house again, taking advantage of An Shanhai's absence, to point fingers.

Finally, he stopped, turned around, and said to Shen Changyun with an exaggerated expression: "Are you really not ashamed?"

The corner of Shen Changyun's mouth twitched: "What do you mean?"

Zhou Mao rolled his eyes again. Under the light, his color was very pale, barely visible: "I said, you are dragging our boss down every day, and your face is not red or white. Look, people let you What kind of harm have you done?"

damn silence...

Shen Changyun's face darkened, and he choked: "That's between me and him, it has nothing to do with you."

Zhou Mao sneered: "If you want me to say, you can go on your own. It doesn't matter if you hurt An Shanhai to death, but don't hurt the people around us. Look at what it looks like now!"

As expected, the slut spoke with a sword, and without any effort, he ruthlessly inserted it into the heart of a person.

Shen Changyun lowered his head slightly, his mind was numb, he held onto his trouser legs tightly, seeing his appearance, Zhou Mao made an inaudible "cut".

Shen Changyun finally raised his head, pointed at the door with a smile on his face and said, "If you came here to find fault, I'm sorry, please leave."

Zhou Mao glanced back at the gate, rolled his eyes for the third time, and said with a "painful" face: "You are so stupid, you still drive me away? Who will help An Shanhai deal with Shangguan Tan when I leave? You ?! A mere mortal, useless at all, only knows how to be dragged, tired, and human."

"You!" Shen Changyun took a step forward angrily, his eyes were red, his face was as pale as paper, but he was three points more ghostly than Zhou Mao.

Zhou Mao glanced at him, and said in a sharp voice, "What are you, you shameful bastard, do you think our boss really loves you?"

Shen Changyun trembled, trying his best to endure himself, when he heard Zhou Mao say this, he asked, "What did you say?"

Zhou Mao smiled triumphantly: "Listen well, the person An Shanhai loves is not you at all! If you didn't have the same skin as his sweetheart, he would have looked at you more?"

It's really his grandma's five thunderbolts!

Even though the lights in the room were so bright, Shen Changyun still felt his eyes go dark. He looked at Zhou Mao's dismissive expression, and said in a heavy tone, "Please explain clearly."

Zhou Mao was frightened by his sudden sharpness, and stared around wildly, saying, "Didn't I just tell you that An Shanhai had a true love 3000 years ago, and then died, because the underworld wouldn't let him reincarnate to find him?" That person, he rebelled, I heard from the old man in the underworld that you are exactly the same as that person, don't you understand?"

"Hehe," Shen Changyun sneered twice, then calmed down suddenly, pointed to the door, and put on a gesture of invitation: "Understood, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Seeing the posture, Zhou Hao crossed his waist and scolded the street: "Hey, hey, you still want to drive me away..."

"Excuse me!" Shen Changyun roared angrily, "You'd better accept it as soon as you see it!"

Zhou Mao flinched, let out a very unwilling "hum", and floated out of the gate.

As soon as he left, Shen Changyun collapsed on the sofa like a deflated ball, and the memories that were a little wrong in the past became all clear now.

Why every time I wake up from a dream, I can see another person in An Shanhai's eyes...why An Shanhai always says sorry to him...

Who is he who keeps saying sorry?Who in his mouth is prettier than plum blossoms?Who is he desperately protecting?

Three questions, and the building will collapse.

To be honest, Shen Changyun didn't want to believe Zhou Mao's words, and he blamed An Shanhai for having too many flaws in the past half a year.

In the middle of the night, An Shanhai dragged his tired body into the house, walked into the bedroom softly in the dark night, only to find that Shen Changyun was not there at all, An Shanhai immediately ran to the living room, turned on the light, and woke up Shen Changyun on the sofa.

An Shanhai breathed a sigh of relief, and walked towards him: "Why are you sleeping here, it's cold."

Shen Changyun sat up slowly, and when An Shanhai was three meters away from him, he raised his hand and told him not to come over.

An Shanhai stood still, and said with a weary look, "Don't make trouble, I'm really tired today." After speaking, he wanted to move forward.

Shen Changyun said very quickly: "Do you love me?"

An Shanhai stood there. Normally, if Shen Changyun asked such an old-fashioned question, he would definitely laugh at it, but tonight, he really didn't have the intention, so he just replied: "I'm tired."

Shen Changyun sneered, and then said: "Okay, let me ask another way, is the person you love Shen Changyun?"

An Shanhai finally woke up. He looked at Shen Changyun and forced a smile: "I don't love you, who do you love?"

"What about 3000 years ago? Did you love me too?"

The light in the living room flickered without warning, An Shanhai blinked, and asked, "Who said something to you again? Where is Zhou Mao? Is it him?"

Shen Changyun raised his face and replied, "It's him."

An Shanhai cursed secretly in his heart, raised his hand and stroked the top of his head, and said, "That boy Zhou Mao, he has only been in the underworld for a few hundred years, and he doesn't know anything, so don't trust him."

Shen Changyun's face was sullen, as if he was about to bite his silver teeth when he spoke: "What about me? I don't know anything."

This time, An Shanhai stopped touching his head and touched his chin instead. He stepped forward, took Shen Changyun's hand and said, "I love you."

Shen Changyun quickly withdrew his hand as if being scalded, his expression distorted with pain: "Is it me you love? I'm talking about me! Not the one who has a face with me!"

You gave me a hug and I was greedy and wanted forever.

An Shanhai's eyes suddenly widened, he grabbed Shen Changyun's shoulder, his voice sounded as if he had been sawn through, and he said, "I love Shen Changyun from the beginning to the end."

Shen Changyun's eyes became hollow from this moment on, and he opened his mouth to speak, as if he wanted to hold on to something: "Then what about that person 3000 years ago?"

Obviously the way to comfort him was so simple, but An Shanhai couldn't say against his will that the old Shen Changyun didn't exist at all.

"He..." An Shanhai seemed to have made up his mind, and he increased his strength: "He is you."

"What did you say?" The amount of information was a bit large, and Shen Changyun couldn't understand it for a while.

An Shanhai put his hands off his shoulders, and said with reddened eyes, "It was you 3000 years ago, and it will still be you 3000 years later. The person I love will always be you. It has never changed, but it's just one more reincarnation."

Shen Changyun looked at him in disbelief. This answer should have made him breathe a sigh of relief, but at this moment, another big stone seemed to be on his heart, and tears were left behind. He asked An Shanhai: "So you wait for me?" 3000 years for me?"

An Shanhai forced a smile, which was ugly: "Actually, it doesn't count, I just recovered my memory recently."

Shen Changyun approached An Shanhai, hugged him cautiously, rested his chin on An Shanhai's shoulder, closed his eyes, and wept silently.

An Shanhai felt the twitching on his body, so he patted him on the back and said, "Don't cry, you're ugly."

Shen Changyun bit him on the shoulder, but it was useless, An Shanhai's pupils shrank suddenly, and he hugged Shen Changyun tightly: "Don't be afraid, I'm here."

Pagoda tree.

Qing Yao has been here for half a month, extremely bored, she can't figure out how Shangguan Tan stayed in this lifeless place for 3000 years.

She is starting to regret it now. She was soft-hearted at the beginning and stayed in this ghostly place. Now it is very difficult to leave if she wants to leave.

When she woke up, she saw Shangguan Tan standing by the bed and said, "Why don't you let me go."

Shangguan Tan smiled: "This is not acceptable, I want you to stay with me all the time."

Qing Yao sat up and looked at him indifferently: "For thousands of years, I have not been with you, you are still flourishing."

Shangguan Tan shook his head quite comfortably, and said, "No, no, I'm not good."

"You got the rest, now you turn your hands into clouds, turn your hands into rain, what's wrong?"

Shangguan Tan opened his arms and said wildly: "The big revenge has not been avenged, what can I do?"

Qing Yao looked at him with sneering eyes: "What revenge do you have? I saved your life! Now you have to take revenge instead of repaying your kindness?"

"Yes..." Shangguan Tan tilted his head to one side, walked around with one leg, spun around, and smiled slyly. He pointed Qing Yao's eyebrows with one finger, Qing Yao dodged, and Shangguan Tan pinched her The cheek said: "Sister, you are wrong, I am repaying the favor now!"

Qing Yao didn't have the strength to break up with him anymore, because she found that Shangguan Tan's crooked ways had penetrated into his bones, and no matter how she guided him, she couldn't turn back.

So she thought about it, decided to retreat, and said very gently: "Xiao Tan."

Shangguan Tan didn't figure out her way, but his complexion sank.

Qingyao continued: "Xiao Tan, I know, you love your sister, treat her well, and she will always be with you."

Qingyao was originally a beautiful fox, but now she was full of coquettishness when she smiled, but Shangguan Tan was unmoved.

He looked at her meaningfully: "Really?"

At this time, Qing Yao's expression changed, her eyebrows turned cold, and she got up to leave: "Since you don't believe me, I'll leave!"

This trick really worked, Shangguan Tan knew she couldn't leave, but he still grabbed her in a panic and said: "Don't leave, you mean what you say."

Qing Yao smiled, turned around and raised her hand to caress his head and face: "Don't force my sister, she will naturally keep her word."

"Good, good, good." Shangguan Tan's eyes lit up, and he said three good words: "I want my sister, and my sister is not leaving."

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