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What she experienced with Wang Chen reminded her that her earlobes were still red.

Do you really have no feelings for Wang Chen?

The latter heard that he was in Guyun Pavilion, and desperately rescued him.

Shen He hasn't experienced much emotion, so she doesn't know what love is.

This has always been a difficult question to answer.

Maybe she should have been water.

But it turned into sleeping ice.

It's not that there is no emotion, but that all the softness has been frozen and turned into a firmness inside.

She stretched out her jade hand to stroke her white hair.

At that time, he combed his hair three times as an apprentice, and combed his black hair and white hair, which meant saying goodbye to the past.

The ritual of combing three times is to comb the sorrowful clouds and remove the tail, the second comb has no joy or sorrow, and the third comb has gray hair without regret.

After combing through the jade comb for the first time, her black hair was covered with a layer of silver frost from top to bottom.Comb the jade comb a second time, and practice the green silk for half.After combing the jade comb for the third time, the hair is already covered with snow.

at this time.

There was a flash of light outside the door.

A dusty woman came slowly.

There is a sense of being out of the dust, clear and flawless, she is wearing a fine white Xiayi.

The morning light broke through the gaps in the window and broke into a large piece of crystal light spots, pouring down, and her Xiayi was shining brightly in it, not like ordinary things in the world.

Her whole body was shrouded in a light, making it hard to see clearly.

"master!"

Shen He quickly put away all his thoughts.

"I'm just here to see you girl, please sit down."

True Monarch Liuyun borrowed the wind to smile, her slender jade hand shone, and there was an extra emerald-tinted and white jade comb.

"Master, what is this?"

Shen He's expression moved slightly.

"I'll comb your hair for you, Master."

Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind to smile slightly, and stood behind Shen He, and she gently stroked Shen He's long silver-white hair.

"Thank you master."

Shen He sat down obediently, and she pursed her lips lightly.

The expression suddenly couldn't tell whether it was joy or sadness.

The icy heart suppressed by the red rope turned into a trickling spring.

Just like the little girl once, sitting here, there will be a mother to comb her hair.

The affection she longed for so much.

Now these emotions appeared in Shen He's heart.

She was a little surprised.

What are these emotions?

It was as if a little girl who had never seen the sun suddenly saw the sun.

Shen He was a little at a loss.

It's just that Shen He couldn't see it here, and Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind seemed to have a bit of reluctance, his eyes were downcast, and he was even more sad.

Comb!

Liuyun borrowed Feng Zhenjun to comb Shen He's hair slowly, her movements were very light and slow, as if she was in her heart, every movement.

poured out her affection.

The bits and pieces of these years.

Hand-raised girl.

She seemed to see the little girl who was fighting the demon god in the cave, her face was raised innocently.

No one knows how much pain and sorrow she has experienced.

Some sad operas are sung for thousands of years...

Everywhere in Liyue, the goddess who fights the demon god is sung.

but--

Heroes always sacrifice too much more than ordinary people.

How can there be so much beauty?

Life is more than a beautiful robe.

Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed the wind, as if Yunjin's singing appeared in front of his eyes again.

My heart trembled.

She couldn't help but sing:

"But—sigh—"

"Qiu Hong breaks the order and makes it difficult to double."

On that day, the orchid flowers in Yun Jin's hands with the palms facing down imply a pair, and then they separated, and Shen He's mother left Shen He forever.

Shen He has also changed from that girl who always smiles to the current cold appearance, she is approaching the immortal.

But away from people.

Heart lock with red string.

Shen He also listened quietly.

The melodious music sounded, with unspeakable feelings.

All the immortals, including those outside the cave, were also listening quietly.

They also began to sing along with the opera.

A few sparrows outside huddled on the branches, staring into black gemstone eyes, listening quietly.

Several cranes also folded their ink ink wings and stood silently.

This song seems to contain a different kind of emotion.

It is different from the emotion that Yunjin sang that day.

Anyone who hears this song will feel inexplicably excited, and tears will come out of their eyes.

It seems that everyone's expression is solemn.

The sound of opera is still loud, resounding on this cold mountain top, with the echo of the ancient valley, flowing with the wind and clouds.

It spread to the sky, spread all over the earth, and spread to everyone who listened.

"Idiots are obsessed with resentment and madness."

"It's just because of the evil animal sacrifice that will surely bring disaster."

"If it weren't for the women who drew their swords, everyone would die."

"Fantasy fate is dim and fairy fate is Tao."

"Tian Lun scattered to Jiang Mansion to invite."

The fairy-like music dissipated.

Zhenjun Liuyun Borrowing Wind in the cave paused slightly, and she picked up the comb again, this time the action seemed to be more full of her emotions.

Two combs!

The red lips parted lightly, and the sound of opera once again soared upwards, spreading all over Aozang Mountain.

"Zhu Si tied Ke Qiao to death."

"Snow mud is far away."

"The crane returns without seeing the old flower watch."

"The spider's thread knots in vain and the soul floats."

"The world of karma fades away."

This is True Monarch Liuyun Borrowing Wind silently expressing her feelings in her own language and in her own way.

Finished the second comb.

Liu Yun took advantage of Feng Zhenjun's hand to pick up the comb, trembling a little, and there was a glimmer of water in her eyes.

But she still gently pulled up Shen He's long hair and combed it down slowly.

Three combs!

And she sang again:

"Qu Gao may not be unknown to everyone."

"I have my own bosom friend and clear words."

"Hongtao Hunting Sword Meteor."

“直指怒内,部/群:9|8/0。'2;0。5:8'5,6潮洗海清。”

It was even more full of thick and reluctant voices, slowly drifting away.

The hearts of the immortals who sang along outside were also trembling. No one thought that the hearts of the immortals could tremble at this moment.

inside the cave.

The lingering sound is faint.

Three combs are completed.

Zhenjun Liuyun borrowed Feng's hand to tremble slightly.

She is a fairy.

At this time, she was full of tears.

Even though there are all kinds of reluctance in my heart.

But······

Shin Hak is not alone.

When the crane returned home, Shen He was alone.

At this time, the crane returns, and Shen He is accompanied by someone.

"master······"

"me·····"

Shen He stretched out his fingers in a panic and wiped his eyes.

She found herself crying.

why?

I will cry?

A drop of crystal tears slowly flowed down the corner of her eye, with a crystal and bright light, as if it was Shen He's suppressed heart for a long time.

And outside.

Several True Monarchs stood there silently.

They didn't speak, but they all watched quietly.

"I don't want you to be Liyue's hero!"