Xingtie: After my death, Liuying will understand love

"Tell me, is there a possibility that I like you?"

"No."

"Oh."

Many sincere words are said in the form of jokes. Both parties actually know that it is not a joke, but no one will mention it.

A little disappointment flashed in Annie's eyes. Even if she forced a smile, it was still ugly. In the end, she left the courtyard with a sad face and weak.

How could An Ming not notice Annie's feelings? It's just that he already has someone in his heart.

Direct rejection may be the best result for both parties.

[22 years old, it is the third year of your imprisonment. You cannot leave the courtyard and can only repeat the process of sword forging-explosion-cooking-sword training-sword forging every day]

[Although Annie was rejected by you, she still continued to be a guard heartlessly. In her words, the alliance gave her money anyway, so of course she had to continue doing this easy job]

Under the peach tree, An Ming chanted "Without a woman in my heart, I will be a god when I draw my sword" and picked up the wooden sword on the table again. The sword swept through the breeze, and the sword force wrapped the petals to form a pink wind.

The petals intertwined into flowing lines in the air, gradually forming the pattern that An Ming had in mind.

"I think you are a little too much."

Annie held her cheek and complained silently. In the air, the petals formed the shape of Fu Xuan's big head, and even outlined a heart frame on the outside.

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It's not that lovelorn!

Annie's mouth twitched slightly. Now she is not the only one who has gone crazy.

But neither of them is immortal, and they don't have a demonic body at all! What on earth are they crazy about?

An Ming looked up and found that the peach blossoms in the sky had outlined Fu Xuan's appearance. It turned out that... people really can't lie to themselves.

Missing is missing, it is the person you miss the most in your subconscious mind, the love you will never forget, and the most important thing in your life.

The sword fell, bringing a gust of wind.

His sword was all about her.

Even if you don't say this, you can see it from various aspects.

"Hey, let me tell you."

Annie leaned against the tree, raised her head, and her blue hair blew slightly on her ears. She smiled and asked: "What does it feel like to love someone?"

An Ming was silent for a long time, and finally gave an answer.

"Maybe...everyone I see is her shadow."

"That's it."

She smiled, then looked serious, "I'm leaving."

"Leaving?"

"Well, resign!"

Aini was not joking, the flying peach blossoms fell between her hair, "You and I are both short-lived, even if it's a lifetime, it's only a hundred years."

"So, you have occupied one-fifth of my life."

"I want to be the most perfect me in your memory."

Aini reached out to take a peach blossom and whispered, "Thank you, An Ming."

"But I...didn't do anything," An Ming felt heavy with sadness, and all he could do was smile and say goodbye to his friend, respecting her choice.

"How could that be."

Aini chuckled, "She's still waiting for you, don't let yourself regret it."

Just like that, all An Ming was left with was the back of him waving his hand and leaving. After that day, Aini never came again, and the guard in charge of guarding him also turned into Yao Guang.

Obviously Yaoguang will not stand guard at the door, which means that since you dare not go out anyway, there is no need for guarding.

This is really a matter of self-consciousness.

An Ming also understands that this is Yaoguang's trust in him. If he really escapes from prison, Yaoguang will take this responsibility and personally escort him to the marshal.

[At the age of 23, you live alone and have pigtails. Your sword-forging skills have been greatly improved. The walls that were blown up have been repainted. The only thing that has not changed is the peach tree]

[Delicate flowers bloom in early spring every year]

An Ming moved a bamboo woven recliner under the peach tree and lay on it to feel the warm light falling from the gaps between the petals. From time to time, a few petals fell on his cheeks, which smelled very similar to Fu Xuan's body.

The forging books piled up into a small mountain beside him. An Ming's understanding of forging is no longer the same as before, but Wuye is too special, and the difficulty is comparable to learning the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms at the beginning.

Moreover, there is still no perfect material to use as adhesive to restore the broken sword body, and the materials Yaoguang brought him are still a little bit lacking.

It’s not that the quality is not good enough, but it doesn’t match Wuye.

The most expensive is not necessarily the best, and the real magic weapon is not made of materials randomly piled up.

Wuye needs materials that can "resonate" to repair it, but Anming has not been able to find the right materials until now.

The wind in early spring is very warm, and Anming is veryI like to miss the people I once had and recall the past in this season, which is what makes him up.

The recliner swayed slightly in the wind, and the creaking sound covered the familiar footsteps.

Outside the courtyard, the girl once again returned to the courtyard that she was once very familiar with.

She leaned against the gate of the courtyard and looked down at the crystal clear wine cup in her hand.

The wine was just bought from a small shop on the street, and the wine cup was prepared in advance in Luofu.

The sake went into her throat and was directly finished in one breath.

There was a burning pain in her throat. She never liked drinking, but this time she made an exception.

I can't escape anymore. If I don't have the courage, I will use external things to give me courage.

The moving blush climbed up her cheeks along her neck, and her breathing became a little more hot, but Fu Xuan seemed to have never been so sober.

She was afraid.

Afraid that fate would come true again.

Fu Xuan came to Yuque, but he never had the courage to face An Ming, just looked at him from a distance.

That's good.

Is it really okay to just do this?

Her heart was constantly torturing her, but the pain of the Dharma Eye kept her awake. Fate could not be rewritten, and continuing would only increase sorrow.

Since there was only one way to fate——

Fu Xuan chose to toss a coin.

Heads would lead to An Ming, and tails would lead to Luofu, and never come to Yuque again.

The coin flew high into the sky and fell down. Before it touched the ground, Fu Xuan reached out to catch the coin, wrapped it in his palm, and threw it directly into the distance.

She had already got the answer, so she no longer needed to see the result.

When the coin was thrown up, she had already got the answer, and there was no need for the so-called fate to make a choice.

Fu Xuan drank the transparent sake in the wine cup and took a deep breath——

He kicked open the dilapidated wooden door, and it swayed and collapsed to both sides, making a deafening sound.

The peach tree was still in full bloom, and her youth had never changed.

The place where the petals flew past was her past, the beginning that she would return to once again even if she had to fight against fate.

"An Ming."

Fu Xuan wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes, "I'm here to find you."