Jing Ye and Zong Yue thanked her after she left.

"The temple must be polite?" Zong Yue’s face returned to her usual smile tone and sarcastically said, "Didn’t the temple look for me at the beginning?"
If it’s inconvenient, she said; She doe inconvenient things.
For a moment, Jing Ye reflected whether he had done something wrong and was too harsh on Zong Yue, which would lead to Zong Yue’s indifference now.
Back to god, Zong Yue has left.
"Temple" Cang Yao is as soft as Hua Chuo’s Empress. "Let me hold it for you."
Bai Xuan, on the other hand, tightened his sleeve and looked up at him admiringly. She was used to admiring him and saying nothing when he was criticized, as if she was born to love him and be protected by him.
At first, she was moved to save him, and the love that sprouted seemed to dissipate with the baby landing.
Sometimes he can’t tell whether he still loves her or is used to pretending to love her.
They ….. Is it really what he wants?
Stay in Bai Xuanyuan for a moment and Jing Ye will go out.
Taozhi has been waiting for him to meet him and report trivial matters to him.
He listened to the peach branches calmly and added, "The stars in the cat’s nest say that they are getting more and more stable and elegant."
Jing Ye used to listen to this because the most respected person in his heart is his uncle, but he doesn’t know the taste today.
"They revere not me but my uncle."
Chang Ya Xian Zun Dao Gao Mo Re Zi Zun Ya Gao Feng Liang Festival not only takes the lead in the battlefield, but also treats people openly and honestly, especially because they don’t know where the whole fairy land is willing to sacrifice themselves to suppress evil things.
In this way, uncle Jing Ye thinks that he can’t do it and can’t be proud that he was close to his uncle. If he didn’t listen to Zong Yue’s words.
"The temple is a temple. Is it a temple? Is it a temple? Is it that the strengths of the temple are all relics of the elegant immortal statue, and the disadvantages are his own? "
Zong Yue still speaks to Han Ji today, and Jing Ye can’t forget it.
In the past 300 years, he has been young and deliberately indulged, and now he is reserved and steady. He seems to have never been himself.
He used to be a deer, a crane and a latent chick, but now he is a swan flying high and a thousand miles away.
But who is he, what does he want to be, and what does he want, except for the identity of Chanya Xianzun’s nephew?
No one knows and no one cares, even himself.
Zong Yue didn’t like to go out, but he liked to copy books in the temple. Occasionally, he realized something and meditated and practiced.
She lives in the east of Yunju, Yaohai. The light is very good. There is a waterside pavilion to the east. It stretches out from the living edge and is surrounded by water. The water is full of lotus leaves and water chestnuts. Zong Yue likes to lean against the waterside pavilion to blow and watch when he is free.
She doesn’t like to be alone when she is sitting at the waterside pavilion.
This day, it was just slightly bright, and the breeze blew over the surface of Xiaolan, breaking the surface and spreading the golden light, reflecting the color of the morning glow.
Just as Zong Yue looked down at the water and meditated, he came with a slight step behind him.
She looked back and saw that her hair was hanging loose and she was wearing a robe. Zong Yue guessed that he was probably in a hurry and wanted to discuss with himself. He just woke up and came to the temple. I didn’t expect Jing Ye to sit with her for a long time without saying a word. A foot and a half away.
Zong Yue had to ask slowly, "Is it important for the temple to find me?"
"No, I wanted to see you." Jing Ye consciously avoided Zong Yue’s eyes. "I heard the fairy attendants say that you liked to blow in this place."
Zong Yue frowned slightly and flashed a bad feeling in his heart. "I have my own business if there is nothing important in the temple."
He suddenly raised his eyes and Zong Yue looked at Zong Yue intently, as if he were distinguishing the truth from the falsehood of Zong Yue dialect.
For a moment, Zong Yue felt that he was watching an angry monkey.
However, she has always been calm and understated, and calmly crossed her eyes with Jing Ye and asked calmly, "Is there a problem?"
"No problem. What’s the problem?" Jing Ye suddenly got up. "It seems that I have disturbed you."
He wanted to leave, but he didn’t know where to stay.
He looked down at Zong Yue and thought that Zong Yue should apologize to him anyway.
Zong Yue said, "It is good for the temple to know."
Jing Ye left without looking back.
What a 300-year-old kid
Zong Yue and turn up someone angrily turn back.
"You are deliberately angry with me, aren’t you?"
Zong Yue raised his eyes and Jing Ye’s face was cold. He seemed to have never been so embarrassed, irritable and anxious.
"Too Sichuan domain when you are I said I don’t like disguised terms submissive woman you call yourself’ month ji’ every day" JingYe low body to pull Zong Yue wrist forced her to see him "I just make you hate? You didn’t even pretend to save me when you were in Lingling? Are you really sure that I will die or do you want me to die? "
Zong Yue was silent and let him pull his wrist and say, "Temple, you are rude."
Zong Yue said, "I know how you feel. You hate me too much. You will only …"
"You know nothing!" Jing Ye broke the spell for the first time by swearing.
This man will say thing that make him angry.
Zong Yue was startled for the first time in front of him.
She used to have emotions, too? Jing Ye’s heart faintly gives birth to some secret inhuman pleasure and pleasure. He held Zong Yue’s hand and slowly released it until he left a slight red mark on Zong Yue’s white wrist.
"I was rude," he apologized, but he didn’t apologize.
Zong Yue rubbed his reddish wrist and his eyes were low, as if he didn’t dare to look at him and said nothing.
For Cong people, there are some things you don’t need to pick.
Jing Ye also knows that he was too impulsive just now and may have a too big impact on Zong Yue.
He stepped back and took a look at Zong Yue. He turned around and this time he really left.
As soon as he left, Zong Yue’s face was startled and his touch disappeared instantly, and he became indifferent.
Green phoenix "master"
No matter how many times it is not used to Zong Yue changing his face.
Zong Yue picked up the coldness of the cadastre that had just fallen and said, "If I didn’t say that he was afraid that he would spend the whole day in my temple, he would wave me?"
She patted the ashes.
"He seems to like you."
"He didn’t like it." Zong Yue had no expression. "He wanted to like the name and let me care. He liked him very much. He said that he couldn’t stand it and I didn’t care about him."