At night, the Prime Minister's Mansion was a bit empty, only the night patrol's servants made a night patrol with torches every hour. The current time was just after the night patrol was just underway, and only the moonlight served as illumination in the garden. The moon was covered by a dark cloud, and a gust of wind blew, and the still quiet garden became strange in an instant. The servants behind Leng Yetong seemed to be enchanted. fell to the ground and passed out. The lanterns were scattered on the ground like a ghost.
Leng Yetong frowned slightly, her extreme vigilance and martial arts gave her a general understanding of the surrounding situation, but what puzzled her was that there was no one around, at least not in her perception. There are two possibilities for this situation. One is that the person who came here has higher martial arts skills than her, and is careful and careful, and hides it deeply. The second situation is that Leng Yetong's most unacceptable statement is that it is hell.
"Xing'er, Xing'er, my Xing'er, I finally found you." There was a man's voice full of love and infinite nostalgia floating in the empty garden. Leng Yetong shuddered unconsciously, paying attention vigilantly. All around, trying to find the source of the sound, but unfortunately, all this was in vain.
"Xing'er, don't you remember my voice? Xing'er, have you forgotten me?" Seeing that Leng Yetong didn't respond, the voice was a little sad, and he sighed softly, and said faintly, "Xing'er, are you blaming me for being late? Are you blaming me for making you wait for a thousand years and hesitate for a thousand years?"
"Who are you? Also, I'm not the star you said. If there is any problem, we will solve it face to face. Why hide the head and tail." Leng Yetong frowned slightly, now she was sure that she did not meet tonight. If she is a ghost, she has encountered a mental illness, and as an atheist, she naturally does not feel that she has encountered a ghost, but only thinks that she has encountered a mental illness with high martial arts.
"Hey, Xing'er, you are my Xing'er. I will not mistake you. I have been looking for you for a thousand years, and I finally found you. Xing'er, I miss you so much, I miss you so much." The voice was full With affection and infinite nostalgia, it echoes in the night sky, rendering the night with a touch of sentimentality.
"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in playing a ghost story with you here. Either you obediently show up and let me see what you look like, or you obediently disappear." Leng Yetong turned over fiercely. Rolling eyes, a thousand years, a thousand years! ! A thousand years, dear, is this the love of the bastard? There are more important things to deal with tonight. After thinking about it, Leng Yetong raised his feet and prepared to leave.
"Xing'er, don't go, let me see you again." The man's voice was obviously anxious, and he didn't know what was wrong. Leng Yetong only felt that he was bound by an invisible force, and he couldn't move.
Leng Yetong frowned slightly and did not show any panic. After trying unsuccessfully to move, she gave up, her voice became cold, and said, "What do you want to do? I'm not interested in playing hide-and-seek with you here. Kong is here to play a poignant love story with you."
"Xing'er, my Xing'er, it's been a long time since I saw you." A cool wind blew, and Leng Yetong felt a chill emanating from her bones. This kind of inexplicable panic was something she had never experienced before. passed. Seeing the sudden white light approaching her face, looking at the outline printed in the white light, the face that could not be seen clearly gave her a sense of powerlessness, as if something had exceeded her expectations. Knowing the scope, this feeling is very bad.
"My Xing'er, after so many years, you still haven't changed at all, just like when I first saw you." The blurred figure raised his hand and gently caressed Leng Yetong's cheek with infinite nostalgia. talking. That cool touch actually gave Leng Yetong an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
"Who the hell are you!?" Leng Yetong frowned and shouted coldly. Now she just wants to get rid of this feeling quickly, this feeling of being unable to move is like a fish on a chopping block, ready to be slaughtered. She thinks that it is impossible to communicate with this person at all. He will only say 'My Xing'er' with infinite nostalgia, and will not listen to anything you say at all.
"You're still the same as before, you haven't changed at all." Ignoring Leng Yetong's question, the man said to himself, as if caught in a memory, "In the past, you were also like this, this expression, this tone of voice. , ask me who I am. Hehe. My Xing'er, it's not yet time to meet, when the time is right, you will know who I am."
The dark cloud covering the moon moved away, the man's voice disappeared, and the power that bound Leng Yetong also disappeared. She moved her slightly sore arm, her brows furrowed, as if there was something beyond her. range of cognition. There were sparse voices on the ground, and the fainted servants rubbed their heads and stood up, looking blank. Looking at the incense in his hand, he put down the incense just now, it's still the most important thing to do. Then he left the garden with his servants.
"Young Master, why didn't you tell the Holy Maiden your identity?" Under the moonlight, as if stepping on the moon, three people stood in the air, and one of the children in green said.
"Yeah, son, you've been looking for the Holy Maiden for a thousand years, and you finally found it, why don't you go down and recognize each other?" The boy in blue, who looked exactly like the boy, continued.
"The time has not come." The man called Young Master said lightly, looking at Leng Yetong's back, full of infinite love. The man is nearly seven feet tall, with white clothes and black hair. His clothes and hair are flowing and flowing, not tied, and fluttering slightly, lining the figure hanging in the air, as if a god had come to the world. There was a faint luster on his skin, and a thousand kinds of glazed light flashed in his eyes. When looking at the figure that was getting farther and farther away, a pair of eyes were filled with sorrow, love and nostalgia.
"Young Master, the clan has already begun to urge him, why don't we go back first." The boy in green at the beginning looked at his son's handsome face and said softly.
"Well, that's fine, I'll take Xing'er back after I've dealt with the matter over there." The man nodded, reluctantly forgetting Leng Yetong's almost-disappearing figure, and said lightly, "Let's go", three People disappeared into the night as if they had never been there before.