mad wife

Chapter 413 Unacceptable (1)
Yan Yumu was stunned for a moment, looked up at Ye Xiao who was a head taller than him, and then suddenly his whole body became stiff. The tone of his speech, his temperament of indifference like lotus and moon, even if his face were removed from those golden red pairs His eyes are three points similar to his master...

"Master..." Yan Yumu looked at Ye Xiao in a daze.

Ye Xiao frowned, he was a little familiar with this person, and he was also a little familiar with this title, but it was just familiarity, without any other emotions.

"How?" Ling Yue Xingli held Ye Xiao's hand, her deep cat eyes trembled slightly, when she heard Yan Yumu calling Ye Xiao Lord, her mind suddenly exploded, remembering the thought that she hadn't grasped the tail , Sheng Fanyin and Ye Xiao... Ye Xiao's separated responsible personality...

"It's kind of familiar, who is he calling the Lord?" Looking at Ling Yue Xingli, seeing those trembling eyes, his heart suddenly hurt, and he couldn't help asking.She is faintly sad?for whom?That master?

Ling Yuexing looked at him with complicated eyes, "His name is... Sheng, Fan, Yin."

boom……

Something exploded in his mind, and Ye Xiao's body shook violently. Scenes that he had never experienced before flashed in his mind, strange faces, and reasons to give up that made him feel that it didn't matter at all. All kinds of things, but the face that can't be ignored, Zhan Jingyuan, the princess... the last extremely clear and stunning face, every frown and smile, every move, infinite style, noble and proud, so arrogant that it makes people surrender and helpless ...

"The contract between life and death is broad, talk to Zicheng. Hold your hand, and grow old together with Zi."

"I swear by heaven and earth, in this life and in this life, Ruo Shui will only take one scoop from three thousand and marry Ling Yue Xingli directly. If there is any violation, heaven and earth will not tolerate it!"

"I, Lingyue Xingli, don't want the title of 'Emperor Concubine'."

"Is it really that hard to take on these responsibilities and obligations?"

"If you think this is the reason why I don't want the title of imperial concubine, then just say yes."

Life seems to be frozen in that forever, turning and leaving proudly, the flame-like figure submerged in the golden sunlight, no nostalgia, no turning back, the proudly straight spine seems to declare disdain for him, the fiery red skirt is like blooming The hell lotus, the flirtatious and ruthless figure...

The sharp, knife-like heartache that seemed to be felt personally made Ye Xiao's face suddenly pale, and drops of cold sweat appeared on his forehead because of the suppressed pain, and his golden-red eyes slightly deepened and turned into dark red like wine, mysterious And charming.

"Ye Xiao?" Ling Yue Xingli supported Ye Xiao who was about to fall to the ground and sat down against the wall, his frowning brow brushed against his sweating forehead, it was extremely cold, which made her anxious and worried.

Ye Xiao grabbed Ling Yue Xingli's hand and held it tightly, his voice was a little hoarse because he suppressed the pain, "I, I'm fine, just wait." Yes, it will be fine when the memory is sorted out up.

Yan Yumu has been standing aside, looking a little at a loss, is this his master?Such a similarity, but... Looking at Ye Xiao's ears and that golden-red curly hair, he hesitated again.

Ling Yuexingli took the wet handkerchief handed over by the general and wiped Ye Xiao's sweat, and suddenly saw something, and the movements of his hands froze suddenly, "You..." Looking at the crystal drop in the corner of Ye Xiao's eyes, he... Cried?
"I'm sorry..." Holding Ling Yuexing's hand, Ye Xiao's eyes were full of pain. He never knew that he was the man she once liked, and he never knew that he had hurt her so much. He felt that It was as if a knife was cutting his heart, and the pain was so painful that he almost died.

"You...is it true that Sanskrit is your separated spirit?" Ling Yuexingli gently wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. No wonder she always compares Sanskrit with him. It was because she unconsciously overlapped them, the tears were so crystal clear that she couldn't even get angry.

"Sorry, I……"

"Fool, it's not your fault." Ling Yue Xingli looked at Ye Xiao's wrinkled face with some amusement. It wasn't his fault in the first place. It wasn't his fault that his personality was separated, and it wasn't his fault that his personality went to the human world to be reborn. He is wrong, and Saint Sanskrit is right, he is a personality framed within the 'responsibility', even if he wants to escape, he can't escape, because this is the mark imprinted on the soul.He was doomed to give up everything else for his duty... including her.

Yan Yumu, who was always by the side, widened his eyes when he heard Ling Yue Xingli's words. He didn't know what Holy Sanskrit was his separated spirituality?But he can be sure that Sheng Sanskrit and Ye Xiao are one, which means that Sheng Sanskrit is really Ye Xiao?
"My lord? Is it my lord?" Yan Yumu asked anxiously, his eyes full of anticipation. He never expected that this trip would allow him to find the Holy Sanskrit!At this time, only Sheng Sanskrit could calm Zhan Jingyuan down again.

The pain dissipated slightly, and Ye Xiao looked at Yan Yumu. This person is the subject and companion of that spiritual class, but...

"This hall is not your lord." Ye Xiao said lightly, clasping fingers with Ling Yue Xingli. The Sanskrit Sanskrit who lives for Zhan Jingyuan's responsibility is not him, but his separated 'responsibility spirit'.

"No! You are!" Ling Yue Xingli's eyes and words just now told him that this elf is Sanskrit!I just don't know why he doesn't want to go back to Zhan Jingyuan now, he must take him back, Zhan Jingyuan is his country, his root, and his lifelong belonging!

Ling Yue Xingli looked at Yan Yumu, her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn't speak. If Ye Xiao couldn't handle this matter well, she should think about who this elf in Ye Xiao's skin was.

Ye Xiao's golden-red eyes condensed a touch of cold displeasure, and his stunning face became more and more indifferent and cold, "Holy Sanskrit is just the spiritual status called 'responsibility' that was separated from the main hall back then, what is that Zhan Jingyuan?" It is only because he was born there and became your king that he paid so much. Taking responsibility is something he must do all his life. Please don't put him on the head of the hall for the incomplete soul that is not controlled by his own thoughts superior."

(End of this chapter)