subordinates dare not

With slightly sweaty palms, Huo Yi couldn't help but breathe lightly, and tentatively called out softly, "...Fu Yuan?"

Hearing the words, Meng Fuyuan just raised his head and squinted at Huo Yi, without saying a word.

Seeing this, Huo Yi was [-]% sure, but in order to be safe, Huo Yi softly called out to the person in front of him, "Your tolerance?"

The sea is tolerant to all rivers and rivers, and tolerance is the greatest.Yourong is Meng Fuyuan's word.

Huo Yi kept it in his heart all the time, but he never dared to call Meng Fuyuan directly, and only when he was wearing a human skin mask, did Huo Yi feel that it was not an offense for him to do so, probably because there was an extra mask, It made people's skin thicker a lot.

Over there, Meng Fuyuan leaned on the crescent armrest of the pine armchair, "Yes."

Huo Yi asked, "Who am I?"

"who are you?"

Meng Fuyuan straightened up from the pine armchair, stared at Huo Yi's face, blinked, and then sneered disdainfully, "You are a piece of wood."

Huo Yi was taken aback.

Meng Fuyuan continued to complain with an uneasy expression: "You are an idiot who doesn't understand style."

Huo Yi was a little dumbfounded, and was about to say something, when Meng Fuyuan, who was close to him, suddenly bent forward, grabbed the armrest with both hands as a support, and opened his eyes wide in his direction. He slowly leaned back on the rolling chair, tilted his head and squinted his eyes as if thinking.

Meng Fuyuan was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "No, I made a mistake, you are not Zilu."

Huo Yi's heart stopped beating suddenly.

Meng Fuyuan snorted softly, and continued in a teasing tone: "You are stupider than him, you are the Yan Yuanbai who is willing to send you to your door to be someone else's stand-in."

Meng Fuyuan stretched out a plain white index finger, pointing in Huo Yi's direction, his wrist trembling in mid-air, "But I kindly remind you, don't daydream anymore, my heart is busy, How can you allow a brazen and shameless person like you to covet..."

Meng Fuyuan's voice gradually became smaller, as if a downpour was coming to an end, the voice was clear and scattered in the rain, and was crushed by the cloth shoes of passers-by, Meng Fuyuan muttered to himself, as if it was only for himself He listened, "However, I can't get Zilu's heart, and you can't get my heart. From this point of view, we are the same people who have fallen in the end of the world, and we have the same disease."

Suddenly, Huo Yi seemed to have tasted unripe plums, sour, bitter and astringent, but it was too late for Huo Yi to savor it.

Time was running out, and his seat was next to Meng Fuyuan, Huo Yi turned the chair half a circle, facing Meng Fuyuan's direction, "For the sake of saving my life from the owner, the owner can answer a question for me." good?"

Meng Fuyuan sneered, "You don't lie to me, how can you save my life? That assassination could have been solved without you, our shadow guards from Wuwei Villa. It was obviously just a small favor, and I put gold on my face."

"Okay, okay, I'm talking nonsense, I'm putting money on my face." Huo Yi quickly changed his words, "For the sake of my helping the owner before, can the owner answer a question for me?"

Meng Fuyuan nodded proudly: "Tell me."

Huo Yi stared at Meng Fuyuan's eyes and asked in a deep voice: "Master, what is destiny?"

Meng Fuyuan replied: "The destiny is the established destiny."

Huo Yi was persuasive, and continued to ask: "Does the owner believe in fate?"

"I believe."

Huo Yi lowered his eyes and remained silent for a moment, and then continued to ask: "Then the owner... just accepted his fate like this?"

Meng Fuyuan sneered when he heard the words, as if he was laughing at himself, and the bamboo leaves with silver threads and dark patterns were faintly visible, just like the faint smile on Meng Fuyuan's lips, "I didn't accept my fate, but why... I am a heavenly man."

Celestials.

Huo Yi's body froze, he was in a trance, his heart fluttered, and he was speechless for a while.

Another Celestial Race.

Meng Fuyuan didn't speak anymore, leaving an oppressive and unbearable silence in the not-so-spacious private room. Huo remained silent for a while, just quietly watching Meng Fuyuan's eyebrows, slender and handsome figure, watching him scatter. The sideburns around the ears, the dark lines on the skirt of the long sleeves.

So... is the fate left to Meng Fuyuan by the Celestials and Humans to die young?

Huo Yi quietly gathered the four fingers of his palm, but grabbed the air in his palm, and when he let go of his hand, even the air went away with the wind, leaving nothing in his palm, like a meaningless struggle.

"It's a prophecy." In the silence, Huo Yi looked down at the palm prints on his palm and said suddenly.

The secret of the Celestials is a prophecy, right?

After waiting for a long time without waiting for the other party's response, Huo Yi raised his head to look at Meng Fuyuan, but found that the other party had already closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Huo Yi took the cushion from his armchair, bent down to cushion Meng Fuyuan's hanging waist, took off his long-sleeved gown, covered Meng Fuyuan's body, carefully pressed the collar under Meng Fuyuan's chin, and put the two A piece of robe was pulled out from behind the goose's neck.

"You got it." Huo Yi stood up straight, looked down at Meng Fuyuan's sleeping face, and said softly.

It was before responding to Meng Fuyuan's words.

It's a pity that the speaker is immersed in dreamland at the moment, only the lonely and cold autumn wind can hear it, and then hastily blows away the sound, leaving nothing behind.