The brows are lightly frowned, can the young master really compose the unfinished love song with the saint in this life? The shadow of another person appeared in his mind, the man who had only met once, wearing a silver butterfly mask, and was extremely cruel. He was the strong enemy of the young master in the last life, the only strong enemy. His love for the saint is no less than that of the young master, but he is more courageous than the young master. He gave up everything and fell into reincarnation with the saint, just for the reunion of one lifetime.
The door of the room was gently pushed open, and the pretty figure of Leng Yetong walked in. After Lu Ling closed the door, he took off his cloak on the mountain, hung it on the shelf, and looked up at the window standing not far away. The man's red lips parted slightly, and he asked with concern, "How is it? Is your injury serious? Come to me if you need it."
"Xing'er, do you still have a place for me in your heart?" Hearing that, Beichen Moxuan's heart moved, and he asked eagerly with a somewhat excited expression.
"I said, no matter what happened between us, it was a thousand years ago, why do you torture yourself with things I don't remember?" Leng Yetong lowered his eyes, avoiding his fiery gaze. , said indifferently. Maybe her words sounded a little too heartless to outsiders, but she had to say it. Even if she was really the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er, that was her body, not her soul. She couldn't live in another person's heart as a substitute for one person. It had nothing to do with love, but was psychologically uncompromising.
"Xing'er, it's okay, I can wait. If I can't wait for you to open your heart to me again, at least I can wait until the day when you are happy." Beichen Moxuan smiled bitterly, the brilliance in his eyes dimmed, this was his early days. Should know the result, isn't it? Ha ha.
"Why are you doing this? It doesn't matter if you torture yourself with things that others don't remember, and you are covered in bruises and bruises?" Looking at Beichen Moxuan's expression, he opened his mouth. After all, he couldn't bear to say more heartless words, and sighed heavily. With a sigh, he said faintly, "You recognize clearly, I'm not Murong Xing'er, except for this face, nowhere is the same, you know this better than I do. I am me, she is her, Leng Ye Apart from being the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er, Tong has nothing to do with her, so why are you stubbornly refusing to admit this fact?"
"I understand, my Xing'er will never show such a strange and indifferent expression to me." Beichen Moxuan smiled bitterly, with deep nostalgia in his brows and eyes, raised his head, and turned the warmth in his eyes back, lightly. He turned the subject away with a smile, and said, "Did you come to me to ask about Fuxiqin?"
"Forget it, for an infatuated person like you, unless you figure it out, everything will be futile and wasteful." He sighed lightly, shook his head, and said helplessly. Following Beichen Moxuan's last words, he said, "Well, firstly, I came to see your injury, and secondly, I wanted to ask you about the Fuxi Qin, why didn't I show up to you after I used it? The same phenomenon of being attacked? And the origin of that piano."
"Fuxi Qin is one of the five ancient artifacts. The instrument played by the ancient god Fuxi played a vital role in the battle between gods and demons 10,000 years ago." Beichen Moxuan collected all his emotions, lowered his eyes, indifferent He said, "The reason why you can use Fuxiqin without being attacked by divine power is because you are the reincarnation of Murong Xing'er. After the war between gods and demons, the first and only master of Fuxiqin was the previous one of the Nuwa clan. Saintess, Murong Xing'er."