Every night, there are always a few piaos knocking on the door

This sentence did not have the desired effect.Luo Weiyu choked up in a low voice.The love is so deep, but how can he be worthy of this sincerity? !

Han Jiyong sighed softly and didn't speak again.

After a long time, he raised his head, "Why don't you give up?"

What Han Jiyong looked down was those red eyes.What about hate?So what if you don't hate?He lowered his head and kissed Luo Weiyu's eyes, and gently kissed away his tears, "Give up? Give up what? Give up on you?" He laughed, "If I can give up on you, then I won't suffer I have followed you for thousands of years. If I give up on you, I will no longer be me. Baihu cannot live without Xuanwu, and Han Ji can never live without Luo Weiyu."

Luo Weiyu tightly covered her mouth, tears bursting down the embankment.

"Do you think, in those days, what supported me to continue? It was you. All my wishes... But, one day, I found my soul, reincarnated as a human, and lived a good life with you When Han Jiyong said these words, his face was a little red and he was a little shy, "So, you have to be nice to me in the future!"

Luo Weiyu covered her mouth with one hand and nodded vigorously.

Han Jiyong smiled at him.

In Luo Weiyu's blurred vision, he vaguely saw his smile, which was so bright that it seemed familiar...

"Is it possible?" Han Jiyong asked.

Luo Weiyu slightly raised her head and sighed softly, "Since the day I saw you, I have never really rejected you..."

The love is so deep, how can he not agree to life and death...

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September 8, overcast.

Ling Chuan looked at the sky outside worriedly, frowning.Ever since he woke up early in the morning, he had always had a bad premonition.But this premonition became stronger and stronger, so he had to pay attention to it.

In fact, it is no wonder that he had this premonition, because if the report is correct, a total solar eclipse will occur at 3 pm today.

Luo Weiyu packed up some instruments and spells, and came downstairs with Han Jiyong.

Ling Chuan went up to meet him, "When are we going to leave?"

Luo Weiyu looked down at the phone, it was 7 o'clock, which was still very early. "Don't worry, start at 12 o'clock, and get to Yilin Mountain before 3 o'clock. It's not good to go early, it's better to prepare here."

Qing Kong also nodded and said: "That's right, it's always good to be more prepared." He reached out and patted Ling Chuan's shoulder, "Don't worry, nothing has happened to you for so many years. So worry about what to do." What?"

Ling Chuan smiled, "That's right, am I worrying too much?"

Han Jiyong silently nodded.

"...Don't complain about me!"

Han Jiyong said innocently: "I didn't say anything..."

"..."

A few people sat around on the sofa, they had nothing to do, so they went about their own business.

Luo Weiyu has officially registered with his father, and now he is working as a forensic doctor. He is currently in the internship period, and basically has nothing to do with him.The senior forensic doctor there gave him a stack of photos, all of which were corpse photos from previous cases, to practice for him, and let him take a look at it when he was free at home, and try to see if he could see any problems.

Ling Chuan is still struggling to find a job online.After staying at home for a long time, he doesn't really want to go out, just like looking for a job that can be done at home, but unfortunately, programmers are social animals-after all, a project cannot be completed by one person-if you want to find a similar job without going out work, is almost impossible.

Qingkong has no case recently, so she gathers beside Han Jiyong and watches him draw.

Han Jiyong lowered his head, earnestly not knowing what he was painting, stopped drawing, and turned his head to discuss with Qingkong from time to time.

It was quiet.

In this situation, Luo Weiyu suddenly heard the sound of something scratching the glass from the glass window, which was extremely ear-piercing.

As soon as he looked up, he saw Xiao Ben, who had been missing for two days, standing outside the window sill, scratching the glass with his paws.