The memory of the villain was exposed and the heroine begged me for forgiveness

In a true love, how can anyone be right or wrong?

Nangong Rou's words made Jiang Zhige suddenly understand that no matter how much they loved each other back then, a thousand years have passed now.

In this case, maybe he doesn't need to pretend to be indifferent and can make Nangong Rou feel relieved.

Nangongrou, who had been suppressing her emotions, burst into tears and threw herself into Jiang Zhige's arms desperately.

"Brother is stupid!"

"I don't care! I don't care! I want my brother!"

Nangong Rou cried so hard that her face was filled with tears, and she hugged Jiang Zhige tightly and refused to let go.

At this moment, the psychological preparation before coming and the guilt of begging for forgiveness disappeared in an instant.

She cannot be rational, nor does she want to be rational. She only knows that the man in her arms is her brother.

No matter what happens, no matter whether he is wrong or not, Nangong Rou is unwilling to leave his brother.

Although she knew that she was willful and knew that it was wrong, the person she faced was her brother, and she could not find any other way except being willful.

"Rou'er..."

Jiang Zhige's expression was complicated, and he also understood that a simple sentence could not break the bond between Nangong Rou and him.

Maybe there is no romance, but Jiang Zhige is Nangong Rou's brother after all.

Nangong Rou cried for a long time. Seeing that Jiang Zhige did not resist her approach, she felt a little relieved.

"Brother, you said back then that you would never leave Rou'er no matter what."

Nangong Rou looked at Jiang Zhige with tears in her eyes, and in the end she could only resort to being cute.

Nowadays, Nangong Rou is not the pretty girl she used to be. Her pitiful cuteness is more lethal, which makes Jiang Zhige have the urge to obey all her wishes.

Jiang Zhige felt helpless, touched Nangong Rou's head and sighed: "Don't worry Rou'er, although you can't go back to the past, you will always be my sister."

Nangong Rou burst into tears when she heard this. Although she only had the identity of younger sister, it was still much better than being driven away directly.

As long as she can stay by Jiang Zhige's side, she has the confidence to write a new story with Jiang Zhige.

"Brother is the best!"

Nangong Rou still didn't let go, but hugged Jiang Zhige tighter, her tears all smeared on his clothes.

Jiang Zhige had a wry smile on his face, and it was fine even though his clothes were stained by his tears. The main thing was that Nangong Rou had no regard for the differences between men and women.

Not far away, Mo Ziyan was watching silently in the corner, his eyes full of envy.

She was really envious that even in the past thousand years, Nangong Rou could easily get Jiang Zhige's care by acting like a coquettish girl. Looking back at herself, kneeling for thirty years would be of no use.

Except for the first reunion in the wilderness, Mo Ziyan never had the courage to throw herself into Jiang Zhige's arms. She usually did not dare to speak too loudly and was always aware of Jiang Zhige's attitude towards her.

Not to mention receiving a response to his love, and being able to live in harmony as a master and a disciple, Mo Ziyan was already satisfied.

Ning Qiushui walked to Mo Ziyan and chuckled: "Ziyan, you are also very important in his heart, why don't you take action?"

Mo Ziyan looked sad and remained silent.

Now that she walked over, she was afraid that it would be like last time and break the joy of Jiang Zhige and Nangong Rou's reunion.

Last time, Ning Qiushui came to his rescue, who would it be this time?

At this moment, Nangong Rou also noticed the two people in the corner, and suddenly froze on the spot.

Mo Ziyan disappeared for thirty years, and she worried about Mo Ziyan's safety more than once. How could she see Mo Ziyan in Bailu Forest now?

And Ning Qiushui, whom Jiang Zhige didn't see when he was surrounded and suppressed in Zhengyang Temple, now appears in Bailu Forest where Jiang Zhige lives?

"Could it be that you..."

Nangong Rou quickly thought of something, and tears overflowed from her eyes.

It turns out that Jiang Zhige and Ning Qiushui had long since retired to the mountains and forests together and lived a happy life together.

And she is just an abandoned woman, yet she is still feeling complacent about regaining her identity as a younger sister?

Ning Qiushui felt funny when she saw this, and pretended to be sorry: "Sister Rou'er, you are late."

Thousands of years have passed, and Nangong Rou's mind has grown, but her unchanged character will always appear cute.

"Zi Yan, you...how could you do this to me?"

Nangong Rou's voice was filled with tears, and her tear-filled eyes were full of sadness at being betrayed.

Forget it about Ning Qiushui, she had been competing with her for Jiang Zhige a thousand years ago, and Mo Ziyan was a very close friend of hers.

Now that he has found Jiang Zhige, even if Mo Ziyan intends to monopolize Jiang Zhige's love, as a friend he should inform Nangong Rou.

Now, thirty years later, the two women probably even have children with Jiang Zhige, right?

Thinking of herself who had been crying day and night for thirty years, and who had been tormented by guilt and regret, Nangong Rou felt that she was about to collapse.

Mo Ziyan was in a panic and hurriedly waved her hands: "Xiaorou, listen to my explanation..."

She had been kneeling in front of Jiang Zhige's door for thirty years without moving. How could she have time to notify Nangong Rou and Su Qingqiu?

Jiang Zhige didn't say much, and quietly watched the three women discussing him.

After listening to Mo Ziyan's explanation, Nangong Rou didn't have any doubts because she also knew Mo Ziyan's character.

Nangong Rou thought about it and decided to build a pavilion and settle in Bailu Forest.

A few days passed by, and during the time we got together, except for Nangongrou's rejection of Ning Qiushui, there were no other disturbances.

Nangong Rou secretly guessed that maybe Jiang Zhige was not avoiding their feelings, but he didn't know whose feelings he should respond to.

With Jiang Zhige's character, he would naturally stay together for the rest of his life, and he would not let the woman he liked become a concubine, so he was always worried about this.

Whoever can impress Jiang Zhige at this time will be his true partner in this life.

In fact, Jiang Zhige's thoughts were not so complicated. He just felt that he was not qualified to accept the love of several women.

Although he didn't want to make the women feel sad, Jiang Zhige at least had to show equal love.

Except for Ning Qiushui, when facing Mo Ziyan and Nangong Rou, he couldn't feel much love in his heart, but more guilt. This was an undeniable fact.

On this day, a pressure that made the space tremble came from the sky above the heaven.

"Jiang Zhige, get out."

The voice was cold and sweet, but it contained a terrifying anger that stirred up the world.

Jiang Zhige walked out of the house, his expression not very good.

Among the three girls, Nangong Rou can get along with each other as brother and sister, and Mo Ziyan can get along with each other as master and disciple.

But Su Qingqiu, in what capacity should he face it?

The most important thing is that Su Qingqiu will never be as easy to talk to as Mo Ziyan.

Not even Jiang Zhige was prepared, a beautiful figure wearing a plain white dress suddenly appeared in Bailu Forest.

She didn't even move, everything she passed was covered in frost, and the coldness between her brows made people dare not look directly at her.

Su Qingqiu looked around the forest and sneered: "Jiang Zhige, I sealed my heart for you and practiced Taoism alone for millions of years, but you hide your beauty here in the golden house and drink and have fun?"

"good, very good, excellent."

In an instant, a terrifying biting cold wind swept through the entire heaven, almost turning this boundless world into a glacier.

Countless people prostrate themselves under the emperor's power, fearfully praying that they can survive the crisis safely.