Chapter 742

The thin cut lips closed tightly into a straight line. He didn't slowly take back his eyes until the two men disappeared.

A withered old voice sounded from behind him like a ghost: "your woman betrayed you. Tang Huang, how about cooperating with me? As long as you cooperate with me, that woman is still yours! I only want the blood of heaven!"

Gong Zilin narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a while, and nodded: "I can cooperate with you, but you must withdraw the poisons in Tang country. If Tang country is short of one life, I will kill you! Don't doubt I can't do it!"

"It's natural. I never give a hand to my companions, even if it's only temporary." the rain slapped down from the withered old face, and a lightning burst into the air, taking a particularly clear picture of the face with only thick bones under the black cloak!

Song Ningyu held Chunsu's hand tightly. Her eyes flashed slightly, shook Chunsu's hand, and said in a deep voice, "can I find my memory of 13 years old?"

There was faint joy in Chunsu's calm eyes: "why do you have to find it back?"

"For so many years... Chunsu, it's my fault. I want to find back the lost memory." song Ningyu tightly held Chunsu's hand. A big umbrella can't stop the two people. Chunsu simply didn't hold an umbrella. An umbrella was thrown on the road when the two people were walking. It rained cats and dogs, and the two people only had the hand they held tightly, which was warm.

"OK." Chunsu smiled at her gently, suddenly hugged her waist and strode towards the highest attic like the wind.

When song Ningyu stopped in the attic, she suddenly found a question: "Chunsu, why do you always choose the highest attic first?"

Chunsu took the cotton towel from the woman in white and smiled at her gently: "naturally, it's convenient for you to find a teacher. I just didn't expect you to see it now. It really disappoints me."

Song Ningyu looked at the simple and elegant furnishings in the attic. She didn't know whether she had learned pure or pure. In short, she felt that everything was pleasing to the eyes.

Chunsu has a powerful internal force in her body. As soon as she raises her hand, her clothes dry and dry song Ningyu's hair. The two people go to change clothes respectively. Chunsu lies on the soft couch and waves to song Ningyu. The handsome face like a relegated fairy seems to overlap with the evil face. In a flash, someone is saying, come here, madam.

Chunsu picked her eyebrows and looked at Song Ningyu, who was suddenly distracted. She pursed her lips and pulled away a light smile: "what are you thinking, so absorbed?"

Song Ningyu shook her head. She walked towards Chunsu. The action naturally nestled in his arms, as if it had been used to many years ago.

Chun Su, with his chin against the top of her hair, had some temptation in his low voice: "close your eyes and sleep. You will remember what you want to remember." he wanted to be selfish and let song Ningyu remember him forever.

He didn't want to live for more than 100 years, but in the end, he just lived in vain. At the end of the day, there was not even a person who missed him.

Song Ningyu slowly closed her eyes.

At the top of the heavenly palace, a 13-year-old girl lay quietly on the top floor of the stargazing Pavilion. The man's hair was only gray, his face was like a crown of jade, and he was very gentle. He spent his heart and energy with her. He divined for two months and overdrawn his life.

The 13-year-old girl was born Tingting Yuli. When she woke up, she followed the high priest all day, occasionally sharpening ink, and occasionally climbing to the big magnolia tree.

She said, I like magnolias best. They are really fragrant. Therefore, the whole heavenly palace is full of magnolias.

She said, master, in fact, I just want to live a peaceful life. So he calculated the world and wanted to give her a peace. Such peace was broken by her own hands!

She said, master, you must wait until I grow up. Therefore, the pure element, who should have overdrawn his life, lived through his life! He borrowed his life, borrowed it, and whose life? Who willingly lent his life to him? Song Ningyu doesn't know. She only knows that living seems to be proud of Chunsu every day.

She saw Chunsu standing on the ninth floor of the stargazing Pavilion in pain on the night of the full moon, looking at the full moon and seeing the devastation!

She saw that Chunsu dismissed everyone in the torrential rain, stood alone under the magnolia tree, and stayed quietly until the rain stopped.

She saw Chunsu cut the artery, and the blood mixed into the medicine she drank drop by drop. She saw Chunsu practicing desperately

The dream was very long. Song Ningyu was only impressed by that sentence. Master, you must wait until I grow up.

At that time, I calculated everything. It only took two years and I could reach the hairpin at the age of 15. However, I never thought that there were so many accidents.

Song Ningyu slowly opened his eyes. The sky outside the window was already bright. He wiped the corners of his eyes, but he didn't know when he had already cleared his tears. Song Ningyu got up from the soft collapse. She was barefoot with long hair. A pair of bright eyes swept away from everywhere, but there was no pure figure.

Song Ningyu asked the Dharma protector beside Chunsu, "where's the master?"

The woman in white looked at Song Ningyu in surprise, and a trace of clarity flashed in her eyes. Has the priest finally waited for so many years?

"The priest ordered that if your highness wakes up, please go back to xuanlin family's house quickly."

"What about others?" song Ningyu glanced, and there was no figure of Chunsu around. At this time, where can Chunsu go? "

The woman in white shook her head. The white hairpin on the top emitted a light white light in the early morning sun. She urged: "Your Highness, your majesty has sent people all over the city to find your majesty. Please return quickly."

Song Ning Yu lowered her eyes, looked at the thin quilt on the soft couch, and nodded faintly: "I know. Tell your master that I want to find him, and let him come to xuanlin family's house to find me in the evening."

"Yes."

Song Ningyu went out of the attic and was dragged back by the Hua who was looking for her. The snow emperor's gentle and soft eyes looked at Song Ningyu uneasily, like a child who had done something wrong, waiting for the adult's trial.

Song Ningyu stepped forward and gave the snow emperor a deep hug: "Mom, thank you for working hard for me for so many years."

The snow emperor was slightly stunned, and soon responded. He hugged song Ningyu and said softly with a smile: "no thanks."

Chen Hua was puzzled. The snow emperor pushed song Ningyu away and said happily, "yu'er, the medicine you brought back has really played a great role. With the help of small medical immortals, those who were poisoned and had the image of pretending to die have survived!"

"Thank you for your help. Your highness is kind. It's the hope of Huangdao. Xuanlin people are very grateful." Zhao xiongxin, head of Zhao family, has a hard face with a bright light, and is full of hope when he looks at Song Ningyu.