Who was Guan Heng? This was a question that would send him to his death.

Xie Ziyou whined and didn't want to answer. He had been blinded by lust and couldn't think of an exquisite answer for a while.

But the more Xie Ziyou didn't answer, the more furious Xie Heng became. He restrained Xie Ziyou's wrists and ankles and guided the Xuan Current back and forth to flush his acupoints. He asked, "Who is it?"

Xie Ziyou was being strangled and couldn't free herself. She moaned in a hoarse voice and screamed in her heart. Xie Heng, you're finished. You're really finished this time.

His forehead was covered in sweat, which rolled down along his sideburns together with sparkling and translucent physiological tears. His peach blossom eyes were stained with lust, and he looked around. His long hair was wet with sweat, condensing into strands, tightly sticking to his flushed skin. The black and white intertwined, and the bright color was extremely impactful.

In the end, Xie Heng couldn't take it anymore. Xie Ziyou could only whimper and squeeze out a few words. "… It's you. It's your previous life."

Xie Heng didn't believe it.

"It's, it's really me!"

Xie Ziyou struggled slightly on the brocade quilt and gasped for breath. "How did you … come to be in your previous life?

I dreamt of it. Is that okay? "

"Little liar."

Xie Heng secretly ground his teeth. His deep black eyes were dark and unfathomable. He snorted and said, "Still not telling the truth?

Then tell me, what was I like in my previous life? "

"… Handsome and imposing?"

Xie Heng's expression darkened. Immediately, a Xuan Current swept through Xie Ziyou's body and lingered around several of his acupoints.

Xie Ziyou trembled at his provocation and hurriedly added, "Not at all. In your previous life, you were so ugly that no one wanted to pay attention to you!"

Xie Heng still had an unhappy expression. Obviously, he wasn't satisfied with the answer.

He was silent for a moment and then asked, "… What about your personality?"

"I'm the only one in the world who can tolerate you … Ah, f * ck, be gentler!"

Xie Ziyou gasped for breath, his back stretched into a beautiful arc as he corrected himself. "I was wrong. In your previous life, you were optimistic, cheerful, humorous, and witty. You were loved by everyone and flowers bloomed when you saw you …"

Before he could finish, he was once again interrupted by a thin and long voice.

Xie Ziyou collapsed on the silk satin and stared blankly at the ceiling beams. Her body trembled uncontrollably.

Dawn vaguely appeared on the horizon, overflowing the windowsill and falling into his tired peach blossom eyes.

— — What kind of question is this? I can't do this, I can't do that.

What does that bastard Xie Heng want?

…

The Distant Mist Peak was one of the highest peaks in the Xuanling Sect, and it was always the first to see the morning light.

It was the most beautiful scenery of the day. Fog rolled and wandered above the thousand-year-old pine trees, like an ethereal curtain covering a fairyland.

Then, a blazing orange color appeared on the horizon, and the sky suddenly brightened. A red sun broke through the thick fog and burned brightly in the sky. It shone brightly, setting a golden edge on the dark-colored mountain peak.

Not far from Xie Heng's courtyard, there was another small courtyard on the side of the cliff.

In the small courtyard, the girl, who had also stayed up all night, rubbed the dark corners of her eyes and stood up in the light of the Dawn. She tiredly raised her hands and stretched her body.

She breathed in the fresh air and stretched her body. While she was sweeping away the exhaustion from her body, she also took away something else.

In short, it was something that had tormented the girl for a long time and made her unable to sleep at night.

"Creak …"

The door quietly opened, and Cheng Shengbai slowly walked in.

His temples and forehead were slightly stained with a layer of Yingbai frost, as if he had practiced swordsmanship all night under the moonlight. At this moment, his face was slightly pale, and his breath was increasingly cold.

Xu Waner's eyebrows curved, and she called out with a smile, "Little Uncle!"

She no longer felt afraid or unfamiliar.

After several days of getting along, Xu Waner had already figured out Cheng Shengbai's temperament, which was cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

For example, at this moment, although Cheng Shengbai's expression was cold, when he looked at her, his long eyebrows curved a little.

It was very small, and not easy to notice.

Cheng Shengbai stepped into the small room and took off his outer robe. Yuguang glanced at Xu Waner's face and said expressionlessly, "You're in a good mood?"

"It's okay."

The corners of Xu Wan 'er's lips curled up slightly. She sighed helplessly.

She looked up at the red sun in the sky and said softly, "Last night, I finally figured out something."

— — Previously in the secret territory, she was not prepared and suddenly fell into a big dream.

When she woke up, her face was full of tears, and her clothes were wet.

She knew that Zhao Ruhao liked her.

The two of them grew up together. How could she not have the same feelings for Zhao Ruhao?

But because of this, she knew better than anyone that Zhao Ruhao … was like a child who could not grow up.

In the dream, she gave up her life in the Xuanling Sect and went down the mountain to marry Zhao Ruhao. After marriage, they spent decades together — — but they were not happy.

Zhao Ruhao did not know how to express his love. His feelings were awkward and tangled, and he could not break through his outer shell of arrogance.

His father fawned over the rich and powerful. Every time they met, he would mention the Xuanling Sect and Cheng Shengbai without batting an eyelid. He hinted that since she was the daughter-in-law of the Zhao Family, she should always think about the Zhao Family.

Days went by in patience, and love was also worn away in disappointment day after day.

Because she chose the daily necessities of ordinary people, Xu Waner's path of cultivation was always blocked.

She started late and was distracted by many things, so she could not live in a secluded place like the Xuanling Sect, which was rich in Xuan Qi. So in the end, she only had a weak cultivation level, which did not exceed the third level.

Weak cultivation level meant that she had not yet transcended the mortal world, that her youth was fleeting, and that time would only make people grow old. Time was like a butcher's knife.

Many years later, the old and decrepit Xu Wan 'er stood by the window, watching cultivators fly by in the sky. They were like immortals, floating clouds, and their clothes fluttering in the wind. She couldn't help but feel disappointed.

— — I could have … lived like that.

Life was like a dream, and a hundred years passed in a flash.

When she Awakening again, Xu Waner looked at her beautiful face in the mirror. She looked at the familiar and strange scenery around her, and tears fell from her eyes.

How should she choose?

Did she really have to exhaust her youth to wait for a man to grow up?

Dawn fell on Xu Waner's beautiful eyebrows, reflecting the weak tears in her clear eyes.

The girl was silent for a moment, and then she shook her head and smiled bitterly at Cheng Shengbai.

"I don't want to force anything. Let nature take its course."

Xu Wan'er smiled lightly. The moment the words left her mouth, it was as if a heavy burden had been lifted from her shoulders. A strong wind suddenly blew, gently caressing the girl's cheeks, brushing away the last trace of her tears.

"Little Uncle, do you think I have the aptitude to practice swordsmanship?"

The girl's eyebrows were curved, and her eyes were as clear as autumn water. Her pink dress fluttered in the wind, and her temperament was simple and elegant, like a fairy.

She opened her thin lips slightly and said easily, "Little Uncle, I'll practice swordsmanship with you every day in the future, okay?"

Cheng Shengbai was silent.

Although he didn't say anything, he nodded slightly. His hand in his long sleeve slightly exerted force, and his Xuan Li shook. A Black Iron "Admission Token" was crushed into powder, and it slipped out of his sleeve and scattered in the wind.

That was a token that could allow an ordinary disciple to enter the Xuanling Sect, ignoring the threshold.

The young man had seen Xu Waner's uneasiness in the past few days.

Although he didn't like that guy surnamed Zhao, he still asked the Sect Leader for this token. He wanted to give it to Xu Waner, and if she needed it, he would consider taking Zhao Ruhao up the mountain.

— — Now it seemed that she wouldn't need it.

…

Xie Ziyou didn't expect that the question of "Who is Guan Heng?" would not disappear with time, but instead become a protracted battle between the two of them.

Xie Ziyou couldn't let go of this question, and for the first time, he showed his true nature of being jealous. One night, after he forced Xie Ziyou to tell him that "Guan Heng in his previous life" was best at making fish soup, he put all his effort into studying all kinds of ways to make fish soup, and dragged Xie Ziyou to eat all kinds of fish in the world.

Of course, eating fish was enjoyable, because Xie Ziyou loved to eat fish.

But Xie Ziyou hated the question of "Who's better? Who's better? Me or him?" after enjoying the delicious food.

"You're good. You're the best."

He said the same answer for the 101st time. He was already familiar with this answer, so he didn't need to pause. "The freshness of the ingredients he chooses is not as good as yours. The control of the fire is not as good as yours. The seasoning is not as good as yours, and the way he cooks is the same. I'm already sick of it.

You're so innovative … "Xie Ziyou was not satisfied. He said that Xie Ziyou was just being perfunctory. He said the same thing every time.

Xie Ziyou thought to himself, "Screw you."

Finally, one day, he couldn't take it anymore. He personally cooked a bowl of dark cuisine fish soup for Xie Ziyou. He poured all kinds of seasonings he didn't recognize into the pot, and poured an entire can of them.

Xie Ziyou looked at the fish head in the bowl, which died with its eyes wide open. His fingers holding the soup spoon trembled slightly.

Xie Ziyou sat across the table and watched the show.

After several days, it was finally his turn to vent his anger. He supported his chin with his hand and smiled sweetly. He said slowly, "Xie Ziyou, is my fish soup better or yours better?"

Xie Ziyou was speechless.

He scooped up a spoonful of soup, closed his eyes, and put it into his mouth. He swallowed it with difficulty. After a long silence, he squeezed out a few words in a low voice. "… Yours."

"Pfft!"

Xie Ziyou laughed happily.

He continued to ask questions like Xie Ziyou, "Tell me more details. Which part of my soup is better than yours?"

"… It tastes good everywhere."

"Be more specific!" Xie Ziyou was in high spirits. "Taste?

Texture?

Heat or freshness?

Tell me more details so that I know what to do next time. "

Xie Ziyou was speechless.

There will be a next time?!

He smiled bitterly and shook his head. His eyes turned slyly, and he suddenly came up with an idea.

The young man threw the soup spoon into the bowl, suddenly clutched his chest, and fell to the ground. His eyes were tightly closed, and he was moaning painfully against the table leg.

Xie Ziyou was shocked. He hurriedly went forward to help him and said in a panic, "What's wrong with you? Are you not feeling well?

I … I didn't put any medicine. Don't move. I'll call Sixth Senior! "

He rushed out of the door in a panic, but Xie Ziyou quietly raised his hand and grabbed his trouser leg.

"It's too delicious. It's so delicious."

Xie Ziyou closed his eyes, but there was a hint of a smile in his tone. "You will only come back to life if you kiss and hug me."

Xie Ziyou was slightly stunned, and his face suddenly turned red.

"You …"

He was flustered and exasperated, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to say something like "You can just die like this". He could only raise his foot and angrily kick the leg of the table, throwing out a sentence: "In your dreams, you can sleep here tonight!"

Xie Ziyou hugged his leg and did not let go. He quietly opened one of his eyes and said playfully, "Sure. You can sleep with me?

I think this square table is suitable. Speaking of which, we haven't done it here yet … "

"Shut up!"

Xie Ziyou was really flustered and exasperated this time. He desperately tried to pull his ankle away from Xie Ziyou's palm. His face was burning hot. "Let go!

Who wants to do it with you! "