The saint said: "Besides Wangcai, is there any other sad thing?"
Xiang Nanqi said: "Isn't this sad enough? Let me think about it again, oh yes!"
The saint's eyes lit up, she had been brewing feelings for a long time, and planned to cry with Xiang Nan, but the story Xiang Nan told made her have the urge to kill, how could she cry.
Xiang Nan patted his forehead, pointed to the moon and said, "The ancients did not see the moon of today!"
The saint nodded and said: "The bright moon once shone on the ancients. Do you mean that? I didn't expect you to be such a sentimental person."
Xiang Nan shook his head and said, "I just want to say that the ancients have never seen the moon of today. Look at how big and round the moon is. Haha, silly ancients."
The saint closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and the corners of her eyebrows twitched.
In the distance, the woman in red and the woman in blue looked at this scene from afar, and the woman in red couldn't help but shook her head and said, "It's really difficult for my junior sister. If I were my junior sister, I'm afraid I would have slapped me at this moment. That Xiang Nan's face is pissed off."
Seeing that the holy girl closed her eyes and said nothing, Xiang Nan said, "Bai Wudao... seems to be the heir of the Northern Emperor, right? He also comes from an extraordinary background. It doesn't seem to be enough to describe him as a young master."
As soon as Bai Wudao was mentioned, the saint immediately became excited. She opened her eyes and retorted emotionally: "Do you know how hard Mr. Bai is!"
"Although he is the heir of the Northern Emperor, he never bullies others. He has practiced hard and never neglected his cultivation! Even in the lofty Bai family, he has a place!"
"In that year, I remember clearly that Mr. Bai came to the east with the Northern Emperor to discuss the Dao. He single-handedly defeated 21 top geniuses in our east in a row."
"At that time, Mr. Bai was really high-spirited and very charming. It made many... many people..."
Xiang Nan said, "Many people have secretly committed to him."
The saint bowed her head in silence, her face flushed.
"He has never bullied others?" Xiang Nan said: "Where did you get this conclusion? When he bullies others, he won't ask you to watch with him."
The saint was anxious, and retorted: "I forbid you to slander Mr. Bai like this!"
Xiang Nandao: "Since the saint likes Bai Wudao so much, why did she come to provoke me?"
The saint hurriedly said: "I just worship Mr. Bai, but that's just admiring from a distance."
"But I feel an inexplicable kindness towards Mr. Xiang, and I can't express it."
"I just think you are a person with a story."
Xiang Nan smiled: "I do have a story, but I'm afraid you won't dare to listen to it."
The holy girl Wan'er said, "Young Master Xiang, just talk, I'll listen."
Xiang Nan nodded, looked up at the moon, and said, "I..."
"It's fine if the ancients don't see the current moon, let's talk about something new." The saint took a deep breath and said.
Xiang Nan nodded and said, "I have never met my biological parents since I was born, but I am lucky to be adopted by a big sect..."
"Later, that junior sister who was in love with me stabbed me to death for the sake of future..."
"After rebirth..."
"Later, I struggled hard and joined another sect..."
"After the Great War, I thought my life was over, but God gave me a chance to do it all over again."
"I discovered that it turned out that the one who had been dealing with me was not an outsider, but my own family."
"Until one day, I killed my family, proved my strength to them, and let them know what a wrong decision it was to give up on me."
"However, up to now, I have been displaced. So what if I am powerful? What if I am powerful? I am still alone..."
"Hehe." Xiang Nan shook his head: "If everything can be done all over again, I would rather be just an ordinary person and live my life in an ordinary way."
The saint was dumbfounded when she heard this, her eye circles were also red, and said: "This... is this all true?"
Xiang Nan took a deep breath and said, "I made it up."
"It's been made up for several nights, how about it, it sounds tortuous enough."
The saint frowned and said, "I think it's also made up. I don't believe that someone can be reborn several times, and I don't believe that someone can still survive after going through so much."
"If it were someone else, they would have been blinded by hatred for a long time. Either they would die in depravity, or they would collapse in the flames of hatred."
"If such a person really exists in the world, and he can still stand here with a smile, saying that the ancients are stupid..."
"Then I think this person should be very remarkable."
Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, "It's just a story, why take it seriously."
After all, he left freely.
In that story, Xiang Nan confuses the concepts of the two worlds, making it impossible for the saint to distinguish.
This is Xiang Nan's sentimental post, and it's not entirely to tease the saint. In fact, there is a part of the emotion that Xiang Nan has held back until now, and he can't express it.
A secret had been hidden in his heart for too long, even if it was told out as a joke with a cynical attitude, it made him feel much better.
It's nothing more than, after this opportunity, all the brains are vented.
The next day, the saintess really changed her attitude towards Xiang Nan. When she spoke to Xiang Nan, she always spoke softly.
She forcibly applied the story Xiang Nan told to Xiang Nan. Even though she knew that the story was nonsense, she used it to numb herself, trying to make herself change her mind about Xiang Nan so that she could pretend to like him.
But every time she comes into contact with Xiang Nan, she can't help but think of that absurd story.
Sometimes, the shadow of the story seems to gradually overlap with Xiang Nan's body.
But when he saw the scene of Xiang Nan eating meat heartlessly, the scenes that had finally been overlapped fell apart in an instant.
The saint felt more and more that she couldn't see through this Xiangnan.
He was clearly pretending to be crazy, and the saint could tell this, but there seemed to be a layer of real stupidity hidden under the appearance of being crazy.
However, by chance, I caught a glimpse of Xiang Nan looking up at the moon, the profoundness in his eyes made the saint unable to understand.
"Why is he always looking at the moon?" The saint sat opposite and looked at Xiang Nan quietly.
Xiang Nan sat by the campfire, quietly looking at the moon.
Xu Caiyue's voice and smile flashed in Xiang Nan's mind from time to time.
It turned out that when I was far away from home and was alone, the woman I missed most in my heart was actually my master.
But gradually, the "face" of the moon began to change. In such a gloomy endless forest, the moon turned into Guan Xiao for some reason.
The scene of Guan Xiao smiling miserably and kissing the hot blade lightly, like a blood-stained scroll, lingers in Xiang Nan's mind.
Xiang Nan rubbed his temples, thinking that maybe he was really stupid, how could he miss that crazy woman.
I'm just pretending to be stupid, but that woman's madness is really crazy.
From here, 120 million miles away, in the endless forest.
Guan Xiao was leaning against a giant tree and was bandaging her own wound. Her entire left arm was torn apart by something unknown, revealing the white bones inside, which was very shocking.
But there was no painful expression on her face, she just treated her wound indifferently.
She put the blood-stained index finger to her lips and licked it lightly.
The blood is bitter.
Suddenly, she laughed ferociously: "Xiang Nan, all the price I have paid now is for this!"
"I don't care about these hardships, but I won't eat them in vain! Just wait for me, there is nothing in this world that Guan Xiao can't get!"
The line of sight slowly raised, and the big tree that Guan Xiao was relying on was getting farther and farther away.
And beside the big tree, there is an ocean of blood!
Countless monsters were floating up and down in the sea of blood, and the countless broken limbs and broken arms were just the tip of the iceberg.