Ye Ziheng begins to undress. Zihanyu consciously carries the past, but ye Ziheng still sees her peeping at herself.
"Poo Tong ~"
Ye Ziheng jumps into the water, arouses a shower of water, then a strong immortal Qi starts to rush into his body, and then he quietly cultivates.
"Ye Ziheng."
The voice of purple culvert rain slowly passed over, but Ye Ziheng now did not have too much time to take care of him, just gently back a word.
"Say."
"What's the relationship between that relative you said and you?"
"Is this a very important question?"
"No, I just have nothing to do. I want to talk with you. If you don't want to say it, it's OK. "
Ye Ziheng is silent for a while.
"She is my wife."
"Oh."
Zihan replied, but there was a faint sense of loss in the words.
"On the first day of our marriage, she was taken away."
Ye Ziheng went on. Zihanyu chooses to be silent, to be a qualified audience, even if these are not what she wants to hear.
"It took me a long time to figure out who was worthy of love."
There was a smile on ye Ziheng's face, but it didn't seem to be true, but it was sad.
"Have you ever told anyone?"
Zihanyu asked.
Ye Ziheng shook his head.
"People didn't ask me again. What do I say to others? I'm crazy."
It can be said that ye Ziheng's tears are somehow falling down.
"You're tired. You're tired."
Zihanyu then asked, and this time yeziheng directly chose silence.
"You don't look so cheerful, just like to hide everything in your heart. You're afraid, aren't you? "
"What are you afraid of?"
Ye Ziheng said with a smile, but the tears had fallen inadvertently.
"I'm afraid to tell others your pain, but I can't get the comfort I need. I can only get eyes or false sympathy that have nothing to do with me."
Ye Ziheng smiled, but this time it was a real smile, not a fake one.
"No, I never care."
"Why is that?"
Ye Ziheng takes a deep breath, looks at the sky and ponders for a long time.
"Because I don't know who to talk to."
Speaking of this, ye zihengdun.
"It's not necessary to talk to the people who have good relations for fear that they will be sad and to the people who have bad relations."
"Then why tell me."
"I didn't want to tell you. You asked."
"Then why don't you want to tell me if you have a good relationship with me or if you don't have to say it?"
Ye Ziheng is silent for a while.
"You say so."
The two didn't talk after that.
Ye Ziheng practices quietly. Before long, his accomplishments have jumped from the first heaven to the second heaven in xianwujing, but the immortal spirit is still pouring into his body.
Moreover, according to the accumulation of immortal Qi in the immortal fog pool, ye Ziheng thinks that if no one bothers him, he can even practice directly to the five heavens without any problem.
A few days later, zihanyu's cultivation successfully broke through the four heavens of Xianwu realm, and ye Ziheng also wandered constantly at the peak of the two heavens, only a line away from the breakthrough.
Zihanyu squats there quietly and looks at ye Ziheng in the Xianwu pool. His eyes are a little confused. His expression seems to be melted by the hot spring. He is not as cold as before, but he is a little more confused.